Burn like a fire
My youth
Fly like an eagle
My youth
Not in the distant kingdom of heaven
My youth
In the real place.
My youth
Blood and the earth
My youth
Topography and the Yellow River
My youth is like a pair of eyes.
Looking at the sky from a distance, whistling.
Offshore and immortal.
My youth is a stream.
Lying on the frontier of the motherland
Record the sound of history
My youth has turned into brilliant years.
Never fade away in the long river of history
My youth, the pursuit of life.
Never stay in the land of hope.
Immortal youth
These are the eyes of the starry sky
Immortal youth
This is the light after the night.
I use youth to describe the past.
I write the future with youth.
Youth, my youth!
My Youth Modern Poetry 2 I used to be young and frivolous.
I used to sing songs about wine.
Spring flowers and autumn moons sigh.
I also went to the next floor and said that I was worried about assigning new words.
I am young and young.
Like to point out mountains and rivers
Passionate words
Although not a singer
But I am eager to have a high-profile stage.
Although not a saint
But I hope my work has a long history.
When I put down my schoolbag
Walk through the classroom with loud and clear books
When I walked out of the campus full of melancholy
My dream ran aground on the immature faces of my classmates.
Phoenix-like pain mercilessly gnaws at my young mind.
When I operate a machine taller than me.
When flour erodes my skirt and heart.
Teasing when no one is watching.
Ring from the ear
My heart is broken all over the floor.
Face life
Stubborn, I will hold my head high.
Just to keep the tears from flowing.
When I get stronger, I always smile.
Just because I don't want to see those anodyne eyes
Although bitter and tired.
I will still tell my family: I am fine!
but
Only I know.
That year, my dream no longer lingered.
Only I know.
That year my youth lost its way.
In the dead of night
The memory of the wind
Knock on the window lattice
Facing the sad star child in the night sky
I shed tears of sadness.
Only then.
I will restore my true self in my life.
Cruel reality
Step on the pain I can't bear to touch
Swallow a helpless heart silently.
I know there are no beautiful fairy tales in my world.
I know my future is just a cruel dream.
That's when it started.
I no longer think about where the little match girl followed her grandmother.
Stop thinking about whether Cinderella's glass shoes are on her feet.
I no longer think about the ugly duckling turning into a white swan and flying into the blue sky.
Not to mention whether the lone wolf in Siberia is still wandering on the grassland.
I only understand
The road in front of me
Rough and prickly
Experienced a painful licking.
I began to be strong.
Since life doesn't believe in tears
Why should I be sad?
That year my youth lost its way.
I began to look for my dream in the book.
blossom and fall of flowers
poverty-stricken
Walk on the road without hesitation
My Youth Modern Poetry 3 My youth is never old.
Longing for a person
Go forward for your dreams
My youth is never old.
Waiting for a person to lose his soul.
Waiting for the practice time of dreams.
My youth is never old.
Read a book and get to know a person.
Understand that a person understands what is true.
My youth is never old.
Wake up in a dream and look at people in a dream.
Memories are broken into pieces and dusty in space.
My youth is never old.
I hope someone will accompany me to watch the long stream of water.
Then the years are quiet.
My youth is never old.
The world outside the window is too noisy.
Never quarrel or do anything stupid.
So I listened to music with headphones, full of joy.
Blindly enjoy happy time
When I woke up from my dream, I realized that it was a dream.
My youth is never old.
Dance on the stage
Run off the stage
My youth is never old.
Waiting for time to grow old in the fleeting time.
In time, the years are quiet.
My youth is never old.
Looking for warmth in the transparent air
Singing happiness in warm time
My youth is never old.
Running in a city full of lights.
Wandering after midnight.