I want to put my feet in the spring world.
Run on the soft grass and let your feet smell of spring.
run, run and run out of beautiful notes.
I want to put my eyes on the white clouds, watch the catkins dancing happily, watch the birds fly freely, and look at the white clouds as my wings.
I want to connect myself to a willow tree and feel the dance steps of the wind with a little joy. I will swing and swing to the sky to explore the mysteries of the universe.
However, if I want to explore the mysteries of the universe, I have to discuss it with my parents ...
On my fourteenth birthday, you asked me what gift I wanted, a telescope or a brand-new football. I shook my head and continued to write
A: Dad, I don't want anything. I just want you to be my friend, play chess with me, have an outing with me, read books with me and exercise with me ... I don't want anything. I just want you to spend more time with me and spend these happy times with me.
14th birthday
A: The poetry of youth is sweet and full of happiness in the flower season.
The poetry of youth is sour and contains growing pains.
The poetry of youth is bitter, and it experiences various setbacks.
Poetry of youth is spicy, which is passion for life and longing for the future.
fourteen-year-old sky, the naive and soft sunshine is slowly fading away, the mature and fierce.
The poetry of youth is sweet and full of the joy of flower season.
The poetry of youth is sour and contains growing pains.
The poetry of youth is bitter, and it experiences various setbacks.
Poetry of youth is spicy, which is passion for life and longing for the future.
fourteen-year-old sky, the naive and soft sunshine is slowly fading away, and the mature and fierce sunshine quietly permeates our hearts.
We are comfortable in the flower season, and only after experiencing temptation and baptism will we gain more sober understanding.
As teenagers, we are waiting for the sunshine in the flower season. In the wind and rain, the saplings moistened by rain and tears seem to understand, but they are both bitter and happy.
Every time there is a new breakthrough, we are accompanied by laughter and tears. Thank God for letting us see the true feelings!
fourteen-year-old sky, those childish little hands wrote mature poems, and that simple thought lingered.
We don't have much experience in life, which makes our teachers and parents thrilling again and again, and every time God is attached to our loveliness, it saves the day.
In our teens, our hearts are complex and pure, so are every growing boy and girl.
Living quietly with a kind feeling, completely ignoring the vulgar world, it seems that everything in the world has nothing to do with us. Thank God for making us happy!
fourteen-year-old sky, that innocent smile reveals sincere hearts, and that fiery heart burns the flame of hope.
Youth has not failed. As long as there is hope, no one wants to give up.