Poems about youth are shared as follows:
1. Qilixiang
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the waves are eager to return to the land, surrounded by green trees and white flowers. In front of the fence, we waved goodbye so easily, but after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night, and when the breeze blows, they turn into the fragrance of the garden.
2. First encounter
Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. They often appear at the least expected moment. I like that kind of dream. In the dream, everything can start again, everything can be explained slowly, and I can even feel the ecstasy and gratitude when all the wasted time can be regained.
My heart is overflowing with happiness, just because you are right in front of me, smiling at me just like before. I really like that kind of dream. I know clearly that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I still feel that the fragrant grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful, as if you and I have just met for the first time.
3. A flowering tree
How can I let you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, praying to the Buddha. Let us have a mortal relationship
The Buddha then turned me into a tree and grew on the roadside that you must pass by.
Under the sun, flowers bloom carefully, and each one is my hope in the previous life. When you come closer, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally walked by without a care, something fell on the ground behind you. My friend, those are not petals. That is my withering heart.
4. Youth without resentment
When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please treat her tenderly, no matter how long you have been in love. Or how short. If you can always treat each other gently. Then, all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty. If you have to separate, you should also say goodbye properly, and also be grateful in your heart, thank her for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that at the moment you look back, youth without resentment will have no regrets, like the quiet late moon on the hill.
5. Youth
All the endings have been written, and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was, in that ancient no longer Return of summer.
No matter how I pursue it, young you are just passing by like a cloud shadow, and your smiling face is very light and pale, gradually disappearing into the mist after sunset, and then you open the yellow The title page of the book was poorly bound by fate. I read it again and again with tears in my eyes, but I had to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty.