Inspirational Youth Campus Poetry (1) in the storm of people's lives
As long as your heart is strong.
Wander around
I was disconnected. Inch by inch of pain
Put your mouth in your heart.
There is a worry that was once clear and blue. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day.
Military seedling
Leave home,
Said I cried for joy.
Listen carefully
Holding the shepherd's flute,
Mother said:
Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more meeting and parting, our hearts will be wrapped up and become solid as iron. However, in the dark, quietly, inch by inch, Nian Chi's body was peeled off.
Blooming is my last life's wish.
It fell all over the floor after you died.
It's really impossible for the sky to fall.
I have looked back several times and longed to be together.
Inspirational Youth Campus Poetry (2) You said that even if life is as green as usual, there will always be a day when the leaves will return to their roots.
Driving in a city thousands of miles away
Mother said:
I rolled my eyes on the boat in my last life.
I didn't drink Meng Po Tang, and I was worried about you.
There are always ups and downs at your mercy.
Under?the?sun
500 turns of eyes in previous lives brought a brush in this life.
Partner.
What you see in front of a big event is a person's personal stillness.
Your sadness is hidden in the shadow of the old house, and the grass around you is already very sad. The young face reflected by the pool is naive and happy. Now our hearts have flown too far.
A tree full of flowers.
We are also high-spirited, we are also lonely and dissolute, and we cannot live forever. But I have an innate wound in my heart from beginning to end, which hurts when I touch it. Sadly, we grew up in a unified blue territory, which is divided into good and bad.
Moon cakes are jade wheels painted in the sky.
When I came home.
The ground is endless.
Nine-day' Star, Jade Wheel'
No one wants to be a ghost.
I have looked back several times, expecting your tenderness.
Bloom flowers steadily.
Inspirational Youth Campus Poems (3) My Thoughts on Buddha's Success in this Life
The nozzle of the old well.
Mother's hand was thrown away.
Buddha let us have a dusty relationship.
There are always unexpected jobs.
A person's feeling of elegance
Son, drink it.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
When I was a child tonight, I rode a cow.
Tonight,
How much lovesickness, how much sorrow.
I have been begging in front of the Buddha for five centuries.
When you get close,
The air became dark.
Some jobs have left traces, which have become years and memories. Although there is a little pain and sadness, it falls dully in my heart. I will make mistakes occasionally, but I will never forget it.
Don't ask me why I've been looking for you.
Even if the sky is falling.
All kinds of sorrows in previous lives have become dense trees.
Finally, a watermark sent me away.
Inspirational Youth Campus Poetry (4) Tonight's youth, I stand by the old well,
I just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands.
When we can't stop the nightmare from happening.
be homesick
How to let you meet me
Tonight, the moonlight is like China.
I didn't drink Meng Po Tang, but I still remember that my hope was cut off when I said goodbye in my last life.
Take the stars made by my mother.
Let me into your eyes
Wave the other handkerchief and float into the clouds.
You have to stand up your back, too
It turns out that this is a bowl.
Thousands of times, you are in my eyes, in my heart.
The jade wheel is a golden pulley.
Like a moth on fire.
Ask Buddha: How many times do you have to roll your eyes to really live in your heart?
Inspirational Youth Campus Poetry (5) Don't ask me why I sobbed.
The jade wheel is a silver shepherd's flute,
Floating in a foreign land
Follow the path you may take.
Listen to my mother:
for this reason
Roll your eyes and roll your eyes.
When your hand reached out, the pain, sadness and weakness I silently endured spread layer by layer.
There are always people who want to embarrass you.
Miss my hometown (prose style)
Xi Murong
Mom still has it.
Christmas flowers are blood-like black and red.
It's my passion for waiting.
In this life, I am looking for traces of past lives.
Let's miss our home so much. It is barren and decaying day by day, as if it were going to be as white as firewood, and we cried.
Let a moonlight shine in my hometown.
Buddha made me a tree.
Hometown arrival is in your heart.