I am a youth
Author: Yang Mu
People still call me a youth...
Ha... I am a youth!< /p>
I am young, my God!
Thank you for giving me a furnace without steel,
Sealing and smelting my youth;
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Thank you for giving me a refrigerator,
to keep my soul cold and safe;
Thank you for giving me the ashes of the burning mountain,
< p>Bury my germ in the deep stream!Thank you for giving me the silk that I can’t sort out,
Let me make a cocoon by the river of time.
So I am young - when my poems
appear in front of people,
actually look like Kazakh herdsmen’s sheepskin pockets
< p>Fermented yogurt is as fresh!...Ha, I am a young man!
I am young, my Hu Da!
Just like me Countless young companions -
Youth was lost in the desert,
Only the tinkling camel bells hypnotized me;
Youth was exposed to the scorching sun,
Only a dried apricot whose taste is difficult to distinguish is left.
The desolate bald forehead may be the mounds that have been filled long ago.
The arc-shaped wrinkles may be casually drawn parabolas.
So I am young - when we go back to
spring,
you look at me, I look at you,
Ha... we all have the characteristics of a generation!
As a youth
I have participated in countless youth meetings,
Honestly, I Do not doubt the condition of my youth.
Thirty-six years old, minus "ten",
Just right... No, the group is only more than one year old!
The author of "The Scream"
We were still older than us at that time;
Compared to those young soldiers who never aged during the Long March,
we It's just a "children's group"!
...Ha, I'm a young man!
Scornful? Then laugh at yourself,
The bitter taste - —with saltiness.
My motherland!
It is you who should feel pain for children like you,
or children like you,
should feel pain for children like you. Do you feel bitter?
I often look at innocent children, whom I have never met before, and I caress their rosy little faces.
They looked at me strangely and tilted their heads.
Like a flock of birds looking at a dinosaur egg.
They have gone far away,
Maybe they are heading towards youth,
But I only have a slight trembling in the footsteps of my heart...
< p>...No! I have to tell my motherland:The most precious thing in the world,
is nothing more than the autonomy of youth!
I love , I thought, but not jealous.
I cry, I laugh, but I don’t complain.
I am ashamed, I am ashamed, but I do not lament.
I am angry and hateful, but I do not give up on myself.
Since this special era
has formed a special concept for youth,
I will say to the blue sky: I am——Youth!
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I am a youth——
My blood vessels will never be blocked by sand;
I am a youth——
My pupils The fog curtain will never be drawn.
My bald forehead is just a field of early spring,
My wrinkles are just the beginning of a big river.
I am not a drunkard, I don’t want to daydream;
I am not an old woman, sighing naggingly about her old age;
I am not a hozen. , I will no longer be played by the gong-beater;
I am not a turtle, who sleeps and lives longer.
I am an eagle - there is ambition in the clouds!
I am a horse - there is a saddle on the back!
I am a bone - there is calcium in the bone!
I am sweat - there is salt in sweat!
Motherland!
Since you have classified us because of too many disabilities
Entering the youth echelon,
We have young people and middle-aged people - double shoulders