The poem about holding hands is 1. Holding hands is 100.
Meet, the eternal youth.
Autumn leaves hurt my heart, summer drizzle moistens my heart, and the sun and the moon rise alternately. Day by day, year by year, youth is drifting away and out of reach. I can only gently hold up the beautiful fleeting past in a green dream.
The pace of time is in a hurry, drifting with the tide. What you can't catch is youth, but what you can't keep is years. The result of the shuttle between the sun and the moon is different shades of wrinkles and more and more white hair.
The fallen leaves in autumn whirled helplessly in the wind, reluctant to part with the enthusiasm of summer, singing a beautiful farewell song.
The sun scorched the bleak place, people came, scattered, rain came, wet, scattered into dust and crushed into mud, but at the same time, the love song of rebirth sounded in the embrace of the earth.
In the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we bathed in the love of our parents and grew up defenseless. The ups and downs have sharpened our skin and matured our minds.
2. Holding hands is 100.
When we meet, the eternal leaves of youth in autumn hurt my heart, and the drizzle in summer moistens my heart. The sun rises and the moon sets alternately. Day by day, year by year, youth is drifting away and out of reach. I can only grasp the beautiful fleeting past in lush dreams.
The pace of time is in a hurry, drifting with the tide. What you can't catch is youth, but what you can't keep is years. The result of the shuttle between the sun and the moon is different shades of wrinkles and more and more white hair.
The fallen leaves in autumn whirled helplessly in the wind, reluctant to part with the enthusiasm of summer, singing a beautiful farewell song. The sun scorched the bleak place, people came, scattered, rain came, wet, scattered into dust and crushed into mud, but at the same time, the love song of rebirth sounded in the embrace of the earth.
In the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we bathed in the love of our parents and grew up defenseless. The ups and downs have sharpened our skin and matured our minds.