Original text:
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.
Appreciate:
Works come from life, feelings and ideas. Comparing youth to books, Xi Murong is the first person in the field of poetry. This poem is the unity of the inner * * * nature and the individuality in expression, and expresses people's emotion-nostalgia for youth in a unique way.