Poetry for the first year of high school

——The fleeting time has given us completely different characters, and the fleeting time tells us that silence is golden.

The passing years are like an airtight wall

Separating two once inseparable friends on both sides

The breeze outside the wall It’s not dry, the sun is just right

People are coming and going inside the wall, bustling

I am outside the wall

I like the softness of the warm breeze stirring the drizzle

The mood of cherry blossoms filling the creek

You inside the wall

I like the sadness of the setting moon and the crow of the crows

The bitterness of the cold wind and haze< /p>

We are all growing

We are all following the pace of the passing years

It is a pity

My childlike innocence is like fire

You are as mature as water

I have deviated from your track

You are walking on your own single-plank bridge

In the end we have no intersection

Actually

I no longer need to hibernate in memories

I just sigh occasionally

We lost to reality

Reality lost to Time flies