(1) Look and don't look
Have you seen me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms
or
Let me live in your heart
Silent love
I'll be happy because it's not true.
(2) Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to every relative.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I only wish you a bright future.
I just want you to have a lover, and everything will be fine.
I only wish you happiness on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
(3) Give it to friends
Don't stand up
To avoid falling.
and
We are going to travel around the world.
This fall is a memorial.
Memorial is a warm flower.
Look for the sun, the moon and the stars.
What is trekking? Spring, summer, autumn and winter?
We are just holding hands.
Go, go, go.
You said that when you saw the sea,
You'll laugh comfortably.
Yeah, yeah.
Our laughter can hold the clouds.
But, I don't know.
When we want to laugh
Yes or no
But I was in tears.
(4) Happy marriage
Have future goals
Always cheer us up.
Like a gray moth flying to the flame.
Willing to be a prisoner of fire
It's your ceaseless steps that sway.
That's your beautiful tassel flying.
On an affectionate day
Who knows?
What is sweet?
What is bitterness?
Only know
If you are sure, you won't look back.
If you want to lose, you will lose to pursuit.
If you want to get married, marry happiness.
(5) the flower of success
Flower of success
People only marvel at her present splendor.
However, when her bud
Soaked with tears of struggle
Rain full of blood and sacrifice
time flies
The story of a season when the west wind blows down
Shadow stands on the edge of freezing, regretting yesterday.
No temperature, no sound.
There is only one heartbeat flashing in the air.
The sad crystal goblet overflows the wine of time.
It's heartbreaking but extraordinarily beautiful.
Who wove a sunset-like wedding dress with a spinning wheel?
Let you be the last bride
Send you a girl without sadness.
Let life rise and fall
The paper boat of childhood has long been stranded.
Looking for dreams along the dry river
We are wandering dandelions.
Dancing lightly towards sea and the sky.
All the stories
Just the beginning
No ending
(7) Youth
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.
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.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered 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 cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
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 blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
(8) To Youth
If I have to remember.
Those good old days.
Why so many years?
There can only be one direction.
Like bauhinia.
Have a short fragrance.
Memorizable and unrecoverable
It is brighter than yesterday's sunshine.
When I deeply understand
Can't catch the skirts of time
There is nothing to splurge on.
There are only empty bags left.
Spend the rainy season under an umbrella
Please let me look back again.
Take a look at the ferry of youth
That young face
(9) "Youth Sketch"
If life is a poem, then youth is a poem in a poem.
Poetry in poetry, meaning is the essence of poetry.
Yes, youth is a poetic season, and youth is the most classic poem.
Youth is beautiful and colorful.
Youth left tears and laughter, happiness and emotion.
Youth is a complex and enduring poem, leaving a page of deepest memories for life.
I don't want to say anything more about youth.
I just want to say that in the season of poetry, everyone is a poet and everyone should write down this wonderful time in the language of poetry.
At this point, I believe I have done it, although perhaps the language of my poems in the world is quite boring or green.
I hope everyone will leave more true feelings and sincere words in the youth guest book.
(10) Yi
It's still raining
Memories, dribs and drabs
It's still raining
Where is the heart going under the lamp?
(1 1) Guo
The moon woke up.
Stop and go, night
Cross the threshold of May
(12) fantasy
In the embrace of grass, a lonely cloud lies prone.
At the foot of the cloud, a group of horses came running.
(13) Twilight
The sky is rising.
In the distance, a kitchen smoke.
(14) hometown
All the old friends fled into the Jianghu.
moon
Climb the gap in the city
Be quiet
Smoky thoughts
Sit on a stone and smoke.