Love of youth
Author: Jing Tian
Youth is like a white shirt.
Dirty and missing.
Youth is like a mirror.
The second time is always difficult.
Love is a floating ping-pong ball.
I accidentally grazed my shoulder.
Love is a flying swallow.
It's hard to forget his face
We met by chance.
We have been in love for a year.
Huishou space
Full of information
Don't give up.
No matter how hard it is.
Remember that you like it.
I wear a white shirt.
You speak clearly and lightly.
really beautiful
Girls don't have to be too smart.
Remember those days when you weren't around?
I feel sad all day.
Your space
Every piece of information
Touched a chord in my heart.
You ask questions occasionally.
This also makes me very happy.
Youth teased you and me.
Love is buried in youth.
It was a winter.
A beautiful girl came to chat with me.
Say you're lovers.
You're doing this for her
Everything can be ignored.
Should I be surprised or sorry?
My heart is cold, and I have lost my expectation.
Finally understand.
Not talking is much better than talking.
Just like this moment
Finally, there is nothing to say.
But honey, please remember.
I came to your world.
Whether what she said is true or not.
Bless everyone.
Go after it. Happiness belongs to you.
I'm terribly sorry.
This is the only way to leave your world.
Once a dream
Gone With The Wind
Now think about
Thousands of words
I can't say a word.
Do not be sorry.
I'm sure you understand.
Also talk about love
Missing is a wild horse
In my wet heart
dash
Play countless nights.
When I face you,
And I can't.
From your bright eyes
to find out
The lost sun
I've been thinking
Save some water lost in the past.
However, the windows are covered with pottery rings.
Be able to accommodate
have only
A little rain and dew
Missed love
Time together,
Always staring at you without words and affection.
Separated day and night,
Why I miss you so much.
How to get close to you,
I'm quietly asking myself.
I want to tell you loudly,
But I have always buried my love in my heart.
Dear girl,
Please forgive my wooden expression.
Let you and me,
Open your hearts to each other,
Become the only one in eternity.
I am a willful child.
Gu Cheng
perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother.
I am very self willed
I hope
Every moment.
As beautiful as colored crayons.
I hope
You can draw on your beloved white paper.
Freedom to paint clumsily.
Draw the next picture Never.
With tears in my eyes
A piece of sky
A feather and leaf belonging to the sky.
Light green night and apples
I want to draw the morning.
Draw dew
The smile you can see.
Draw all the youngest
Love without pain
Draw an imaginary picture
My lover
She has never seen a cloud.
Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.
She always looks at me.
Forever, watch
Never turn around suddenly.
I want to paint the distant scenery.
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
Draw many happy rivers.
Painting mountains—
Full of fuzzy fluff
I put them together.
Let them fall in love.
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring is exciting.
Turned into a little flower's birthday.
I also want to paint the future.
I haven't seen her, and I can't.
But I know she is beautiful.
I drew her autumn clothes.
Draw those burning candles and maple leaves
I paint a lot because I love her.
Extinguished heart
Hua wedding
Draw an early-rising festival-
There is cellophane on it.
And illustrations of northern fairy tales
I am a wayward child.
I want to erase all my misfortunes.
I think on earth
Draw all the windows
Let all eyes get used to the darkness.
Accustomed to the light
I want to paint a style.
Draw a mountain higher than the last one.
Draw the desire of the oriental nation
Draw the sea—
Endless sweet sound
Finally, in the corner of the paper
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
stare blankly
He has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
He only has, a lot.
Berry dream
And big eyes.
I hope
think
But somehow,
I have no crayons.
Don't get a color moment.
I only have me.
My fingers and pain.
Just shredded pieces.
Beloved white paper
Let them find butterflies.
Let them disappear from today.
I'm still a kid.
A child spoiled by an imaginary mother
I am very self willed
Alleys in the rain
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
mistake
Zheng Yuchou
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee.
He is a passer-by