Chapter One: Modern Poetry of Graduation Farewell
light footsteps
Step on the door of parting
I just want to.
Stop the road ahead.
Stop forever
commemorate
Still the same ignorance
The same innocence
Stroll along the campus path
how
In a blink of an eye, it was another dream.
There is fog ahead.
I can't find your southeast direction
My northwest
also
Teachers' concern
In my heart
Chapter Two: Modern Poetry of Graduation Farewell
sunlight
Through the downpour
Hit in the face
It smells damp.
Like my heart
I don't know what to say.
Ideological vocabulary
Keep it in your heart.
Deep blessing
I hope you have a good trip.
Worth a thousand words.
Familiar street corner
draw the line
Leaving a profligate teenager behind.
Dot a mature face.
The sadness in my heart
Talk in tears
In the corner of my eye
Youth is bitter.
Chapter Three: Modern Poetry of Graduation Farewell
Towering buildings
Go to a strange road
I dare not walk quickly.
Afraid of waking up the campus dream.
There was a dead silence.
This is not the temperature I want.
Long and narrow years
Changed the scene
Everything is a shadow.
Straight cloister
Numbers in twos and threes
Time to break ground
Dare not touch black and white keys.
The voice is too lonely.
Can't afford to sing
The joys and sorrows of youth leave the song.
Chapter Four: Modern Poetry of Graduation Farewell
The cool breeze blew deep and shallow green.
Blowing thick light red.
I walked past it as usual.
Never know that these beauties are better than precious dreams.
I am a stupid passerby.
Dream every day
Always don't cherish every minute of waking up.
I am an excessive traveler.
Always look forward to today or yesterday.
And reject the possibility that the future will become the present.
They walked away with a scent.
There are happy smiles on their faces.
Their smiles broke into my heart.
My sadness finally burst its banks.
The future is not a fertile land.
No one can dig out miracles from it.
Confusion and hesitation are the heaviest burdens at the moment.
On the road of pursuing ideals
Positive energy will gather with us.
If I hadn't given up on myself,
It's not too late.
Chapter Five: Modern Poetry of Graduation Farewell
The scorching sun in June reflects our red faces.
There is thick ink on inferior red paper.
The computer screen reflects blue light,
The single page of the grade was lengthened.
Those shocking numbers,
Like snake bile,
Bitter and poisonous,
Fall on the apex of the heart.
Next year,
I'm just like them,
Looking up at high school and overlooking junior high school,
Standing on the middle school dividing line,
Wandering in confusion,
I don't know where to go.
The journey is always so long,
There are too many hardships on the journey.
I lost my way in the early morning mist,
I don't know if it's front or back.
The first morning sun shone on my face,
What I saw was the scene of the test paper flying around.
The pungent smell of ink and oil stung the nasal cavity.
Buried in the test paper to find the direction of dream high school.
Their faces were flushed with the scorching sun,
Even the eyes are red and swollen like salt.
I watched them standing on the playground,
Whether you are happy or sad,
The smiling face of youthful sunshine is fixed in the camera.
I may be like them next year,
Laugh and laugh and cry,
Waiting for the past,
For today's parting,