There is an urgent need for a poem praising youth

(1) My youth

Enjoying the ring of 18 years old/

I also let go of romantic innocence/

I had the same dream/

I long for a warm heart/

Eighteen-year-old rings/left the mark of time/

After romantic/useless excitement/

Wake up from a dream/

What you can hear is a helpless moan.

/chose to give up/regret in the harvest/

Rekindle hope/

To be worthy of youth.

(2) combing my messy thoughts

Put some mousse on it.

Put my young heart

Li cheng Shi Ben

Don't think back to last night

In the lonely tuyere

Break up with love

Let all the pain and melancholy

Disappear in sweat

A big man's tears

Dare not walk across my face.

How long is midnight?

How many times does the wind shine on the moon?

I lit a cigarette silently.

Nicotine tells me

Young mind

Not history.

However, in laughter.

In the field of sincere affectation

There are some nameless emotions.

and

Some indelible memories

When all the efforts and enthusiasm

No longer blind

I just found out

In the pure youth

Everything is like fog.

Go away like a cloud

tinnitus

It's just that the echo is very high and far away

(3) Youth without regrets

Travel through golden time and space

And your smile.

Bless forever

You will always be in love.

Disappear in the blue sky

Drifting with clouds

Looking for your fragrant name

Shells written in the sun

You moistened a pearl with your flesh and blood.

That is the shining of youth without regret.

The dream is still in the sky

It's still a long way.

Care about in my heart forever.

I hope so

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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 smiling face is shallow.

Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate has bound it badly.

With tears in my eyes

I read it again and again.

But I have to admit.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.