Poetry about bicycles

1. I miss you in the past, when I was 17 years old, your little temper, your little finger, your bike, the wind that was stirred up by your smile, and our beauty.

2. Walking on a bicycle and riding the wind, watching the big flowers, all kinds of bright colors get into your eyes, your mouth unconsciously rises, and every bone is screaming with joy.

3. Seeing her today, riding a bicycle through here still looks so free and easy! Yes, we will eventually become strangers, just like today, meeting without knowing each other ... < P > 4. I don't know where I will go, I just want to ride my bike and become a pedestrian who seems to have a place to go.

5. I left my thin youth there, and I left the day when I was 17 years old riding a bicycle and whistling.

6. Think of the girl riding a bicycle through the riverbank and her umbrella, a youth that has no ending and is as light as water.

7. I always fantasize that one day, I will be alone with my guitar on my back and ride my bike, away from the noise of this city and truly embrace freedom.

8. Bicycle, flowers, light and shadow, warm air. You see, how beautiful time looks because of your clear and gentle eyebrows under the flower tree.