But now it is my heart.
I want to yearn for
Swallows flying freely
Fly at will
Can be bound by hands and feet
Frozen in the desolate wilderness
Under the green grass and blue sky
Not known to the public
At the moment in the workshop
Full of fine powder flying wildly.
Articles on the blackboard
Concise and clear
Look sideways at those
An article is like a rope.
Change the rules at will.
always
Form a beautiful circle.
imprison
Countless wordless endings
At this moment, inner peace is no longer dull and silent.
Article 3:
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Article 4:
Deciduous leaves are the course of youth.
Passion into the embrace of black soil
A dream of a leaf
The flow of white clouds confirms the youth of the sky.
Keep the sky blue forever
Dream blue sky
Youth is a journey in my life.
Branches and leaves hanging from the treetops
Are signs of my growth.
The white hair on my head is a by-product of my youth.
As youth is swallowed up by time
White hair is increasing.
One by one.
But dreaming of falling down
Rush to rebirth
I dream of becoming a big tree.
Hang youth on the branches.
Look up at the blue sky
Fly at will
Article 5:
Before the bright moon hangs high
You showed up.
Look innocent
And graceful posture.
Come into my eyes
Moonlight and clear sky
Flowers bloom before the moon ―― An ideal scene for a lovestruck couple
Your face is shining.
I put the wine on my violin.
I'm drunk.
A song, a gentleness, a cup of pleasure.
You are the girl of my dreams.
I am ignorant.
You smiled at me.
You are very gentle.
The illusion of teenage night has appeared.
You have a charming smile in your dream.
You are a kind and moving flower.
Flowers in the fog
Teenagers in Meng Jiao
I don't understand the relationship between dust and mirrors.
Get drunk at night
My dream flies with youth.
I have a girl in my heart.
It turned out to be the goddess in my heart.
afterwards
You have added gorgeous colors to my life.
Article 6:
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
Article 7:
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
Chapter 8:
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.