What are the poems praising "youth"?

Four Songs of Youth \x0d\( 1) Three In the snow \x0d\ There was a snow in March \x0d\ My mother died \x0d\ Not only the winter sunshine disappeared in the sky \x0d \ but also pigeons flying \x0d\ Broken strings \ on the snowy road \x0d\ dead leaves. The stars have already disappeared \x0d\ There is no moon on the ditch \x0d\ I debug on my own tears \x0d\ Sow light green in my lonely autumn \x0d\ (3) My youth \x0d\x0d\ The dark sky in winter \x0d\ No beautiful birds fly over \x0d\ Youth is a mottled leaf \x0d\ whose heart is everywhere \x0d\ who is sleeping in the dream of white clouds \x0d\ cuckoo in spring sings every night \ x0d \ but what passion has passed? \x0d\x0d\ (4) Sunny March \x0d\x0d\ Sunny March \x0d\ The shadow is very heavy \x0d\ The wind shakes the green leaves \x0d\ I open the window \x0d\ The sun comes in \x0d\ The shadow is driven away \x0d\ I drank it. \x0d\ You are so naive, \x0d\ hypocrisy is irresistible. \x0d\ You came gently, \x0d\ with a little dream, \x0d\ You are so cute. \x0d\ you are faint, \x0d\ freshness is your temperament, \x0d\ simplicity is your wealth. \x0d\ I wanted to hold you in my arms, \x0d\ but you cried. \x0d\ So, I won't desecrate your purity. \x0d\ just because you are my youth. \x0d\x0d\ 3, \x0d\ youth without emotion \x0d\ \x0d\x0d\ when I look back at the hand behind \ x0d \ I can't see anything \ x0d \ I always look at it silently in these quiet days. Lonely branches are naked and scattered in the cold breeze \x0d\ and a few birds are messy. The sun is always pale in the dignified sky, sighing monotonously and silently over and over again \x0d\ shaking his face over and over again, leaving nothing \x0d\ < 3 > \x0d\ \x0d\ and seven or eight stars scattered on the hay after long snow. I have never found the deep traces I left in this place \x0d\ The clear river is full of leaves of all sizes \x0d\ I made many traps in the wide valley \x0d\ I stepped on the accumulated leaves carefully \x0d\ I found my way in an unusually soft voice \x0d\ or I found the shells left by an old hunter in time \x0d\ I suddenly realized that it was originally made by an old hunter. < 4 > \x0d\x0d\ is to pray for the windy song again for the yellow land that has been dry for 10,000 years \x0d\ is to cross your wandering soul again for the end of that song \x0d \ is because that unique banana continues this wandering front in an empty fantasy world \ x0d \ The sky is soaked by rain and exhausted by the scorching sun day by day \ x0d \ X0d \ < 5 > \x0d\ \ sitting on the rough black sand by the river \x0d\ thinking about the vast wasteland, the yellow mud day \x0d\ has been away from home for a long time, and nothing is gone \x0d\ The most disgusting silence is more easygoing than anything \x0d\ The footprints of years make it black. After millions of storms, there is still immortal silence \ \x0d\ \x0d\ < 6 > \x0d\x0d\ \x0d\ Laughter comes one after another from afar \x0d\ The pages on the table are turned upside down by the wind \ x0d \ The distant waves seem to approach you \ x0d \ is a lotus flower in full bloom in the winter snowfield. . . . . .