Catch up with youth
It is life that keeps me going.
Sunshine fades away from youth.
Vitality began yesterday.
The next step is to ponder life.
Tomorrow is full of girls' laughter.
The moon gives me tenderness.
I gave it to youth.
Youth uses tenderness as a gift.
Give it to the girl.
Water breeds the purity of girls.
I'm still running next.
Although tired.
Although bitter.
Although it's boring.
But isn't all this for firmness?
The glass is broken.
Heartbroken more thoroughly.
Glass carries the temperature of youth.
I had to kneel down.
Lift the spilled baby
Lonely youth
There is a lonely young man in the world.
Living shyly in time, writing poems leads to life.
What a tiny dream
A day of gratitude and awe.
Mourning enriches the memory.
Youth, youth
I really love you
Love the world you gave me.
But I don't like the experience you enhanced for me.
How much wind and rain have you tasted alone?
How many words have you put up with alone?
Just for one line.
Deprived.
You deserve the warmth of love.
Stick to your favorite life all your life.
This world! You have no reason to see me clearly because of this.
Even if I close my eyes.
I believe that there will also be a spirit.
The memory of youth
Mountain peaks in my hometown
Freehand brushwork father's silence
Mountain spring in hometown
Tell the mother's disappointment
The stream in my hometown
With a friendly local accent
Say goodbye to me.
The breeze in my hometown
Have a strong nostalgia.
Sing for me
The bag is full.
It's a long walk.
Homesickness is near.
The day of walking with youth has come.
With the fervor of youth
Interpret the happiness of sweat
I'm in the sun.
Free and easy as Kuafu.
blue sky
Baiyun is no longer lonely.
With young feelings
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon
On the winding path
There is a smell of ignorance.
Melancholy moonlight
It's my guest
With the dream of youth
The constellation of weaving night
And a partner.
Know the twinkle of the stars
The brightest one.
Be with me
With the persistence of youth
Brew fine wine
Fill the world with
Fresh fragrance
Me in the light
Pen ploughing without affixing
My youth years
There are endless songs to sing.