Recite the manuscript voluntarily 1: youth
Author: Love is like water 2
When I came,
If you meet someone,
Please be sure to tell her.
Not all young people.
Hide in a dream
Don't talk to yesterday.
Say goodbye easily
If a relationship
Have to cut back
Please be kind.
People around you who love you.
When I came,
Please be sure to bring it.
The poem I wrote for you.
That was when I was in the depths of time.
Leave the gratitude of youth
Believe in tomorrow
Is the most beautiful fate
Don't forget.
Put down the tears of missing.
Do it happily
Proactive Recitation of Manuscript 2: The most beautiful thing is youth.
Author: people who have crossed the ocean
Some things are just fleeting thoughts,
Whether you remember or not, the past is the past.
I miss that hot summer very much.
Who gave me endless warmth,
They gave me endless happiness.
I cannot predict what will happen in the future,
Just like you can't guess who's thinking.
I will remember, I will forget.
What is really hard to let go is actually hard for you to let go.
Naive, young,
It will all pass.
I began to become very distant and strange,
What about me?
Still trapped in the cicada singing that summer?
What happened to them?
They all remember me.
Mature but no longer young.
In the years of dreams,
We are all beautiful.
Active Recitation of Manuscript 3: A Beautiful Day
Author: Yang
worry
If I wait for the morning light
My midnight worries
In the same direction
Or, read the thin old willow with a broken pen.
Make a new branch again
If it's before dawn. path
But after dawn
Run down the river
If the peach blossoms are in full bloom
Not for May.
If all this is based on evidence,
Then I'm sure the meaning of night exists.
Contains my concern.
It's like my paper.
A little ink
Half green hills and half streams.
bless
I went through the window lattice.
Climb some numbers
From one to ten
Drive a Wan Li.
If catkins can arrive,
Then I am Mao Mao Rain.
I fell in love with Liulin.
Tian Tian Lv Xin
If I accept the mission of blessing,
If I decide to watch
Then I am Qingshan
This land I bet on
Write the season of love
Life and growth in nature
a new day
This morning's verdict
This has nothing to do with love
If the pen is on the door.
Then I'll open it for you
The first ray of dawn
You walk to the beach.
Peach blossoms also come with the wind.
This is the voice of my poetry.
name
At this point, you are a fisherman.
Human language on the beach
Still talking at night
Your first net
A new day has arrived.