I was young then.
When I say I like you, it's like
White clouds will not leave the blue sky.
You winked at me.
And that trademark smile that can't stop.
When the dream repeats itself, your hair is fragrant.
I woke up and found myself disappointed in the dark.
A long lonely night
Thousands of miles away are old friends.
Strangers don't look back when they walk by.
The most familiar stranger
Qiangdi plays who is crying in the dark.
Yuanyang fine print is difficult to ink.
Strange young people don't know how to smell green plums.
Look at the photos polished by the years.
A reserved, gentle and green face.
The senior high school entrance examination was dismissed like this.
All the flowers fell and the flute stopped.
Tea cools people and keeps people's hearts.
Only blame us when we were young.
I didn't know that love had hurt.
Unfortunately, it is not complete.
Never give up, never forget.
But every word hurts and hurts.
Only blame us when we were young.
Don't know how to cherish being scattered around the world.
Shout away by branch, and the glory overlaps.
Would you like to start over?
Return to the era of haste
Point to youth.
I was young then.
Always believe in eternal life
Until all the time is wasted.
Young hearts are suffering from loss.
I realized that there is only one life.
I was young then.
Your favorite shoes always don't fit.
It wasn't long before I entered the school.
My ears are full of criticism and teaching.
I just understand that honesty will be banned.
I was young then.
You can't always tell the truth from the false.
Stop smiling until you get hurt.
Learn to play dumb and play tricks.
Only then did I know.
Isn't it wonderful to grow up?
I was young then.
Will always leave a "gorgeous" in the school.
Or be punished by the teacher for violating discipline.
Or highly praised by outstanding leaders.
Learn to play and learn to be crazy. It's not boring at all.
I was young then.
It will also create a happy atmosphere at home.
Or comfort your mother after finishing housework.
Or take time out to play with your brother.
Filial piety is responsible for righteousness and truth, and life is beautiful.
I was young then.
Still low-key
Still smirking
Stick to your goal.
Still towards the horizon, running hard.
At that time, young ...
Young love
One day many years ago.
I can't remember the day of the week.
I don't know what class I'm taking.
A dim dusk
Lying in the window watching the sunset.
Do you think you will remember each other after many years?
I conveniently wrote you a note.
Then you become someone else's girlfriend.
And our relationship is still very good.
Go your separate ways after graduation.
You and I are getting better and better.
Long distance calls never stop.
Then you broke up and broke up again.
I have seen you many times.
Cry, laugh, helpless
One day you called me excitedly.
Pack up old things
Spit out a note
Gradually remind of
That dark evening
It's been a long time.
The relationship remains unchanged.
You settle down in your town.
I went to my big city to make a living.
Take a completely different road
Look back from time to time
When I was born, the phone rang.
Life is neither salty nor light.
She looks old and single.
Push your best friend to you.
I asked many times, but there was no progress.
Laugh and scold and marry you in the future.
All right.
You're doing it.
Seriously, I'll marry you.
Many troubles.
It's a good thing I never took it seriously.
I can live next door to you.
This is already a huge fortune.
I miss you before it snows.
Miss the first snow, you in the distance
by twos and threes
It will be fine if it goes on like this.
Cherish it when you are young.
Jane and cherish,
Precious things must be cherished.
When we were young,
Still carrying a schoolbag with a comic book department every day,
Never worry about test papers,
Never feel sorry for falling down again and again.
I have always been only worried and afraid of becoming an adult beyond the word innocent and lovely when I grow up.
I am only surprised and sad about the passage of youth and everything that the long river of years has taken away. ......
When we were young,
A group of children who are the seeds of love,
Like green apples,
In a sour way,
Live happily in this world ......
Now we must get rid of youth,
Grow up to be a big boy I've always worried about and admired,
But there are many disappointments,
Sour tears linger in my heart.
Cherish our youth,
We are full of longing for the future.
Fill it up,
I won't be sad because you left,
I don't think it rots easily. ......
Cherish and then be young.
Cherish our youth. ......
Juvenile, juvenile
There is such a memory,
Fuzzy and familiar.
Running in the sunny street,
Strolling in a long alley.
The wind of freedom caresses the face,
The wet rain soaked the clothes.
The wind blows,
Junior clock.
Facing the far end,
Facing the pit full of muddy water,
Although the feet are covered with mud,
Just for the front that I have never seen before.
Cowardly footsteps spread all over Qian Shan,
The exposed reality has crossed Qian Shan.
The lingering haze haunts my mind,
Memories that can't be returned lock freedom.
The wind blows,
The boy sighed.
The future is uncertain,
Life is just the past.
Flying chicks can't resist the temptation of caterpillars.
Immortal heroes can't live the fate of lovers.
In front of that invisible face,
Are you still waiting for me?
Teenagers,
Why are you young?
Teenagers,
Why are you not frivolous?
Teenagers,
Qianshan is brave to turn over!
Teenagers,
Swim across thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and become a success!
Teenagers,
Sunlight will dispel the haze.
Teenagers,
Good memories will not be forgotten.
The cage of chaos can be broken,
Tender feelings like water can also be retained.
Life is a drama,
How can you easily guess the ending?
Young teenagers,
Look,
Like dandelions, blowing in the wind,
Even if it eventually turns into mud,
In that place,
In the future, flowers will be all over the earth.
Whoever can control the morning can control the life.
poet
There is a kind of persistence that is crazy.
There is a kind of effort that needs no return.
There is a narcissistic passion.
There is a name called poet.
Poetry condensed my feelings.
Poetry publicizes my dream.
Half is the tears of acacia.
Half is the flame of passion.
Poetry is concise writing.
Every word is full of stars.
I use emotional silk thread
Wearing jumping notes
Sing my madness
Singing the beauty of flowers
There is another dream.
Crossing the rhythm of Tang poetry and Song poetry
Go back to your heart
accompany
Something to accompany us.
Record a certain time
Pain and happiness
It also records a relationship.
Warm and cool
That kind of fate is a bit fleeting.
People in love.
Like a carved statue
Stay in my heart for a long time
And continue to shape.
It was a gust of wind.
In the shell of our lives.
Have good seeds.
Take root, sprout and grow up forever
A memorable moment.
This old thing
take on an entirely new look
Use new content
Recorded that moment
A state of mind with unlimited scenery
That's a kind of
China people's mental outlook
Forgotten corner
It's also a pile.
Unforgettable hot events
People are in high spirits.
Work towards a goal
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The view in front of the house
A moment's shaking
The refracted eyes of the window look out.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The beauty of early spring
The warmth brought to my home.
Who will give up everything they have?
Running around looking for it.
Another self.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle circled in the valley.
The water in the river bed gurgled.
Singing euphemistic songs
Who brought you beauty?
fallen leaves
Never go back to the tree and cry.
Regenerated leaves
But it's tender.
The breath of spring
Green laziness
Respiratory intestine
The chest is also standing up.
Your love, in the sun
Walking towards paddy fields
decision
fallen leaves
Fell from the tree.
That day began.
Fate has been sealed.
Why not?
Flexible?
Stick to a foreign country
rental housing
Live a hard life.
What is youth?
invincible
Powerful poetic rhyme
Can't be moved
She longed for the day of plantain.
In the mourning of papaya
Looking at the drooling fruit
seat
Look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the hall
Wang Tian bian yun Juan Yunfu
Coffee without sugar
After tasting for a while, the banquet broke up.
People under the gazebo
Leave the beach by the sea
Three three two two.
Their respective dorms, and then
Talking about a pleasant lunch
In those seawater
Rolling waves
What kind of jump?
Tango dance
Surf on the pedal
Facing the rising waves
Float this way