Times classic modern poetry

The years are the changes of seasons year after year

The years are the shuttle of the sun and the moon day after day

The years are the white clouds floating in the sky

The years are like the small river flowing behind the village

The years are like the clear growth rings of the old trees

The years are like the mottled peeling off the old walls

The years are the condensed universe Poems

Years are natural wordless songs

Years are a baby’s first cry

A voice as innocent as water

The years are the innocent dreams of young people

The cardamom years weave a wonderful kingdom

The years are the strong waist of youth

The passionate youth shows its vitality

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Time is the mature fortitude of middle age

Every wrinkle treasures the fruits of career

Time is the vicissitudes of the old man's face

The sunset is red The wrinkles of magnanimous life

The years are like the wooden box that my mother gave me when she got married

The years are like the dilapidated bicycles that my father rode

The years are the hide-and-seek in childhood Play

The years are like the wheat straw piles surrounding the village in the countryside

The years are like the love between me and me before the flowers and under the moon

The years are like the gas bonfires in the wild outings

< p> The years are the lingering sound of grandma's Penghu Bay

The years are the love river surging from the waves of Honghu Lake

The years are the helpless chants of Wang Zhengliang's piano

The years are The faded photo album collected by Da Mengzi

The past is like smoke and there is always the pain of looking back

The messy footprints are filled with mistakes that God will forgive

My heart All your wishes come true are just flashy blessings

The road ahead is always full of thorns and bumps

Plainness is the true meaning of existence

The melting pot of life It always has to go through repeated tempering

Time is the seven-color rainbow of the optimist

Calmly composing the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of life

Time is the dull eyes of the pessimist

The good time is wasted in the sea of ??wine and meat

The years are prose

Some people can taste the charm of poetry

The years are poetry

Some people waste it to pieces

Time is like a cup of tea

The rich fragrance comes from the slight bitterness

Time is like a pot Wine

Spicy and strong is the best way to sing with wine