Youth without regrets
At a young age
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with him.
No matter how long you have been in love.
If you can always be gentle with each other
Then/all the moments will be a perfect beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
Some people say that youth is a growing history of love. People you meet when you are young may not be able to accompany you to the end, and people will always leave when they leave. And before parting, please cherish this pure emotion; And after separation, please keep that beautiful youth in your heart with gratitude.
Poetry about youth II
One of youth
Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Youth is short-lived. Once you turn this page, you can only turn to the next page, and there is no turning back. Some people regret it, some people are sad, and some people laugh it off. In any case, everyone will have a book of youth of their own, and it is up to you to decide what to write in it.
Poetry 3 about youth
The second generation of youth
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I miss her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A sky full of clouds
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
Sixteen-year-old summer, forty-five-year-old night, a teenager, a middle-aged, can not help but feel that time flies. The sky at sixteen is different from the sky at forty-five. It is not impossible to see the world with sixteen-year-old eyes and forty-five-year-old eyes, but can you still remember yourself at sixteen?
Poetry 4 about youth
One third of youth
I love/tonight
Look back when the mountain came.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a detailed and accurate blueprint
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
When we were young, we often wondered what was behind the mountain, maybe it was still a mountain. But we can't help looking over the mountain. When you find that the other side of the mountain is just an ordinary mountain, you can look back at the original mountain, which is completely different. My fantasy about the other side of the mountain may have disappeared now.