Open the yellow kraft paper diary,
Write down the information about the dream of youth,
A fresh and uplifting vitality,
Strong thinking, unlimited mind.
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I jumped out of my eyes and wet the wrinkles around my eyes.
Blurred and enlarged image of youth,
The page of the hidden heart,
Dancing like a butterfly,
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Those passionate fighting spirits were plundered by years,
Reality has revised the grand blueprint of youth,
A passionate girl with long pigtails.
It's hard to understand now.
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Time will spread wind and frost all over my temples,
The carving knife of the years is branded on the forehead,
The ideal of youth is to take a cruise.
I swam for half a century and gained a gentle heart.
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Shuttle horn blunted by dust file was involved in the world,
The past years have not been affected by passion,
Lost people and hearts are lost forever,
Popular things and things and ideals are wrong.
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Who is unhappy and doesn't follow the predetermined trajectory?
Just because I'm too immature to see through the world,
I promised to make great achievements,
It's amazing to stand between heaven and earth.
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Smiling, generous, cold, dying,
The cup is still in hand and the seat is scattered.
An empty cup looks back on the season in my dream and only thinks about spring and autumn.
I always sigh: nature makes people!
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The world of mortals grows old and rejuvenates.
The old horse is at a loss and full of dance rhyme.
Comfort the emptiness of the rest of my life,
Let it go, the elegant song "Li Man spent his twilight years by candlelight"!
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Life is slowly maturing.
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Autumn uses Zhuang Mu's maturity,
Simple and substantial,
Remodeled the prosperity of spring and the impetuousness of summer,
Draw a magnificent realistic sketch of middle-aged life.
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The muddy path is full of fruits,
Bitter burdens are used to indifferent explanations,
Immature anxiety and anxiety are smoothed by autumn wind,
Light footsteps light the mark in contentment.
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The hand touching the moon's cheek and the distant figure,
The impressions in the smiling face churned and disappeared one by one.
Dissolved in the night, but unable to erase the books and notes of the years,
The faded people can't take away their memories.
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In retrospect, I should thank those spurs.
Those malicious taunts just became a stepping stone.
Every second injury can by going up one flight of stairs.
Without them, we can't reach the maturity after autumn.
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Without those painful blows,
At best, it can only be called an old child.
I can't get rid of Mao Mao's thick clothes,
What matters is the charm after smelting is mature!
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shadow
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Without a firm pace,
The dance is vague and alludes to the height.
Retreat when you are upright and upright,
The more you deviate from the light, the more arrogant you are.
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Even if you hide under your feet temporarily, you can always find a seat.
The tail of the land. Have no opinion at all.
Welcome to the service, but very confused.
Weak will in the shadow.
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When people can't face the light,
Will live in the shadow forever,
When people can't forget the past,
Will live in the shadow forever.
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Those shadows that fall in front eventually.
Obstacles, chaotic steps,
Those bitter memories that can't be erased,
X-ray damage imaging of deep heart.
Zhenniao was originally created in Hanzhong on August 3, 20xx1day. Random feeling
Memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 2 prose poems-memories of beautiful first love and youth,
On the bench of love, you sit with me,
Quiet shade and soft whispers,
Nearly half a year old, I am looking for traces of love.
That youthful dream is here.
Some people say that this green girl is like the seed of love.
Some people say it is a permanent memory of first love.
Remember that sunny day,
Remember the drizzle,
Remember the rosy sky,
Remember silver moon hung up.
Get up in the morning and think about the sweetness of moonlit walks.
Sleepless nights leave me silent thinking,
The love between you and me stays on paper,
The nib is not a brocade woven with thoughts,
Turn the truth into charming words.
For the cause, leave more and get together less,
There is encouragement between the lines.
A love letter in miniature of the times,
Bold words replaced enthusiastic sentences,
Less than whispering in the lingering ear,
Without the flowers and the moon,
The tree-lined road left traces of years,
The mark of the first kiss became a hanging memory,
The moment of hugging each other kept the grandeur of life.
I remember our shadow hanging on the arm of the old street.
Remember the tears that locked my eyes when I left.
Memories! Memories again! To look for ......
The happy moment of first love,
It is a touch of new green among thousands of trees,
It's the pile of red maple leaves cut down in autumn,
Is the fragrance of spring flowers and spring rain,
It is an unforgettable memory of snow dancing and cold plum.
How many people have entered the marriage hall,
It is still beautiful in the inner world,
How many people are looking for the reincarnation of their dreams.
Beautiful first love, youthful me and you.
Years have marked life with rings,
The melody of love is an eternal theme,
Whether the first love is successful or not,
I believe this is a brilliant stroke in my life.
If you remember me today,
Or let me remember you,
Many affectionate words retain the memory of the times.
First love constitutes the main theme of youth,
Whether you like it or not,
You and I will still be in that memory.
Some people say that love will turn into hate after breaking up.
I said that the fate of passing by is a gift from heaven.
Why not leave some room for acacia in your life?
Why not let each other become bosom friends?
Friends for two months, you and me,
Don't blame yourself for your young behavior.
The white-haired couple approached the bench of love,
Sitting side by side in reverie, the first love is not you,
That brief encounter turned into an arc,
Left behind youth and memories,
Whether you like it or not, he or she is there.
Beautiful first love is rainbow-like,
Thoughts are flying, and it is difficult to collect the pen.
You mean someone else? Or write about yourself?
I don't know how many you and I are in the world,
Good memories of first love and youth.
The tree-lined path is condensed with acacia rain.
Good memories of first love and youth,
The dark path locked the proposal of love.