Love of youth, modern poetry

Lead: The love of youth is bitter and unforgettable. The following is my modern love poem about youth for your reference.

Jing Tian's Love of Youth

Youth is like a white shirt.

Dirty and missing.

Youth is like a mirror.

The second time is always difficult.

Love is a floating ping-pong ball.

I accidentally grazed my shoulder.

Love is a flying swallow.

It's hard to forget his face

We met by chance.

We have been in love for a year.

Huishou space

Full of information

Don't give up.

No matter how hard it is.

Remember that you like it.

I wear a white shirt.

You speak clearly and lightly.

really beautiful

Girls don't have to be too smart.

Remember those days when you weren't around?

I feel sad all day.

Your space

Every piece of information

Touched a chord in my heart.

You ask questions occasionally.

This also makes me very happy.

Youth teased you and me.

Love is buried in youth.

It was a winter.

A beautiful girl came to chat with me.

Say you're lovers.

You're doing this for her

Everything can be ignored.

Should I be surprised or sorry?

My heart is cold, and I have lost my expectation.

Finally understand.

Not talking is much better than talking.

Just like this moment

Finally, there is nothing to say.

But honey, please remember.

I came to your world.

Whether what she said is true or not.

Bless everyone.

Go after it. Happiness belongs to you.

I'm terribly sorry.

This is the only way to leave your world.

Once a dream

Gone With The Wind

Now think about

Thousands of words

I can't say a word.

Do not be sorry.

I'm sure you understand.

Modern poems about love 1, between you and me

Between you and me,

Feelings are so fragile,

Calm and pure,

Like transparent air, essay

Like clear water,

Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.

2. Monologue

Under the bare colonnade,

Between dreams and nothingness,

The sound of your name penetrated into my sleepless nights.

Your long red hair,

This is lightning in summer,

Ups and downs on the back of the night with the power of sweet violence.

In the dream, dark water rushes among the ruins,

Created you from nothing:

The braid of pain has been forgotten.

The wet coast at night,

Horizontal Chen Zhe slaps the ocean of sleepwalking.

3. "Trouble"

It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

If someone asks me what I'm worried about,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me what I am worried about:

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.