The full moon lasts only a few days, and the flowers bloom only once. In modern poetry, there are many poems that lament the passing of youth. Here are two poems for you:
autumn
Author: Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground-
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
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youth
Author: Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.