Another graduation season. Poetry 1 youth graduation season.
I greet you with my youth.
Hard times are a bit boring.
Underestimate youth.
The rumors behind these distances
Graduation season and breakup season
Tell yourself that you are the only one.
Those once buried in memory
Stars all over the sky
We walked under the phoenix flower together.
Witness the beautiful love
We walked along the Jinsha River together.
Look at the crystal waves.
Hongwei Street is the place where we stayed the most.
Even if it's not busy there
Osmanthus fragrans in Yuetan Academy
One winter and one summer.
Do you remember the day before the college entrance examination?
We work hard for our dreams.
The lights in the classroom stayed on until dawn.
That shady meadow on campus.
Because we become more meaningful.
There are no flowery words.
No ups and downs
youth
I downplayed it.
youth
I am calm.
youth
I never left.
We cannot control the reality.
You can't let reality control you.
Remember when you said
We are returnees, not passers-by.
Another graduation season. Poetry 2 Love Graduation Season.
Sinking fish and falling flowers
When you left, it was the graduation season of love.
There are no floating white clouds in the sky.
Ginkgo biloba leaves did not fall on the path.
This is just a shallow problem in the wind.
No hiding, no scraps of paper
Peeking at you from the window in late summer.
The drizzle is covered with melancholy.
Wet a jade dress
There is no hot sun in June.
My heart in graduation season likes to walk alone on this night.
There is a faint smoke in my eyes.
The dream after the stars fall, you have.
I hope you have the firefly after it dies.
Manjusri Bodhisattva's lips, you have
At the end of the story, the wind is as light.
Soften this time and dry the purple of this rose.
Wake up in the garden and enjoy the cool under the green leaves.
You got lost on the side of the road.
This is pain, this is a fact, this is a memory.
It is the graduation season of love.
It is another graduation season, and it is also the latest graduation season of Poetry 3.
When time is fixed in the camera,
When smiles gather on your face,
All the memories will become a photo.
We know that,
We will get together one day.
At that time,
Completely different, different,
Or maturity, or charm, or success, or failure,
There will always be a new self.
The party in ten years,
We will smile and politely persuade the wine,
Sit together and remember the past.
Sigh the ruthlessness of time and years together.
Memories wake up,
You are still at the same table.