Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry, 1 love bench, you and me,
Quiet shade and soft whispers,
Nearly half a year old, I am looking for traces of love.
That youthful dream is here.
Some people say that this green girl is like the seed of love.
Some people say it is a permanent memory of first love.
Remember that sunny day,
Remember the drizzle,
Remember the rosy sky,
Remember silver moon hung up.
Thinking about the sweetness of walking in the early morning and moonlit night,
Sleepless nights leave me silent thinking,
The love between you and me stays on paper,
The nib is not a brocade woven with thoughts,
Turn the truth into charming words.
For the cause, leave more and get together less,
There is encouragement between the lines.
A love letter in miniature of the times,
Bold words replaced enthusiastic sentences,
Less than whispering in the lingering ear,
Without the flowers and the moon,
The tree-lined road left traces of years,
The mark of the first kiss became a hanging memory,
The moment of hugging each other kept the grandeur of life.
I remember our shadow hanging on the arm of the old street.
Remember the tears that locked my eyes when I left.
Memories! Memories again! To look for ......
The happy moment of first love,
It is a touch of new green among thousands of trees,
It's the pile of red maple leaves cut down in autumn,
Is the fragrance of spring flowers and spring rain,
It is an unforgettable memory of snow dancing and cold plum.
How many people have entered the marriage hall,
It is still beautiful in the inner world,
How many people are looking for the reincarnation of their dreams.
Beautiful first love, youthful me and you.
Years have marked life with rings,
The melody of love is an eternal theme,
Whether the first love is successful or not,
I believe this is a brilliant stroke in my life.
If you remember me today,
Or let me remember you,
Many affectionate words retain the memory of the times.
First love constitutes the main theme of youth,
Whether you like it or not,
You and I will still be in that memory.
Some people say that love will turn into hate after breaking up.
I said that the fate of passing by is a gift from heaven.
Why not leave some room for acacia in your life?
Why not let each other become bosom friends?
Friends for two months, you and me,
Don't blame yourself for your young behavior.
The white-haired couple approached the bench of love,
Sitting side by side in reverie, the first love is not you,
That brief encounter turned into an arc,
Left behind youth and memories,
Whether you like it or not, he or she is there.
Beautiful first love is rainbow-like,
Thoughts are flying, and it is difficult to collect the pen.
You mean someone else? Or write about yourself?
I don't know how many you and I are in the world,
Good memories of first love and youth.
The tree-lined path is condensed with acacia rain.
Good memories of first love and youth,
The dark path locked the proposal of love.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry II. Youth is lost in the fleeting time.
There are many things I haven't had time to express to you.
Many times I feel that.
If I confess to you in that season,
What is the scene now?
Separate from each other
still
Hold the hand of the world
It was a hazy time.
There are many inexplicable emotions.
at present
I can only bury them where the flowers are in full bloom.
will
Put them in the river and flow eastward with the current.
at present
I'll never find that feeling again.
The feelings will not be so deep in the future.
Although I am just a passer-by.
However, you gave me a deep memory.
In the year when I first knew what love was.
The initial budding feelings are often the hardest to forget.
So I often forget you.
Although it is only a vague shadow.
But I always want to draw you with the most beautiful poems.
I know
You will forget me slowly.
Or maybe.
I was never in your mind, stop for a minute.
Don't care anymore
Why do you care if you like me or not?
It is enough that I like you.
Love is often unequal.
I am willing to give my thoughts.
Years later
I will still remember you.
A girl who never put me in her heart.
I made a wreath with my heart
I can't put it on your head with my own hands anymore.
But anyway,
Sincerely wish you
The girl I used to like.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry III. Youth agitation
Like wild flowers blooming by the roadside.
Like an unruly mountain spring.
Like colorful butterflies in the garden.
I was in a drunken dream.
search
it's a long story
Burn your fingers after smoking a cigarette.
The children left, leaving them alone.
The wind and frost have eroded most of my true feelings.
Tears blurred the distant mountains.
I feel that the sunset glow is no longer gorgeous
The severe winter has frozen all love and hate.
I dormant in the long winter.
Around, it is an unknown ant.
Be careful to soothe my pain.
There are countless fireflies.
Wandering around me pitifully
Suddenly find
I am a duckweed with roots.
I don't know.
When did you change yourself?
Peel off a piece of heart
Put on her innocence, her love
Since then, there has been endless expectation and waiting.
From then on, I began my dementia.
Back then, because of you.
I walked through loneliness and emptiness.
Your kindness made me fully understand.
In the drift of time and lost feelings
I found myself.
perhaps
I think too deeply and love too much.
You told me not to leave more points.
As everyone knows, the sadness of lovelorn is another kind of sadness.
The tragedy of wrong love is just as tragic.
Although the mistake of love in this world continues.
But I still want to say thank you.
With the company of love, the road will not be too long.
A heart burned by strong feelings will hurt, even though it will hurt.
But always have a happy scar.
Beautiful first love, youthful memories, appreciation of modern poetry, 4 afternoon playground,
Cicadas sing in bursts.
I'm alone,
Walking on the campus path,
Aimless.
Summer is so beautiful,
The whole world exudes,
The unbearable smell of hot summer;
Yes, that's it,
Lost in the noisy silence.
A path deep in the bamboo forest,
Once you and I,
Go together.
That night,
The starry sky is beautiful,
You smiled and said to me,
now
You have me.
Unconsciously,
The smell of parting,
Spread in the air.
In those years,
That moon,
Illuminate you and me;
In those years,
The road we walked together,
But,
Failed to hold your hand;
In those years,
Those touches,
Those missed loves.
It was the same night,
The starry sky is beautiful,
A breeze blew,
Dance your group pendulum.
You smiled and said to me,
now
Happy graduation.
I looked into the distance and said nothing.
The sky in June,
Slowly, quietly,
In my youth,
Looking for those lost years ...
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 5 from ignorant children to flower season
We have experienced a lot during this time.
There is sadness, happiness, pain and joy.
I have succeeded and failed, but I never gave up.
All this is kept in memory.
Recall the past days
It seems that they left a lot of memories.
Has become a thing of the past
Can only leave a deep imprint on my mind.
Recall the unrestrained indulgence of childhood.
Is so bold
Replay the cartoon as a child again.
There seems to be an unspeakable feeling in my heart.
Childhood memories are always so colorful.
There are always childish fantasies in my heart.
But the reality is not as beautiful as imagined.
But I've been looking forward to it. Maybe this is the so-called innocence.
The impulse in my heart can never be suppressed.
Do what you want, regardless of other people's feelings.
As long as you are happy.
This is to build your own happiness on the suffering of others.
But I won't blame you for doing so, because you are still young.
Or a naive child.
But over time,
This will never happen again, never again.
I'm really looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to returning to the innocence of the past again.
The unrestrained indulgence of the past, the fearlessness of the past
But there is no way to achieve it.
Just because memories are too cruel, they kill our youth.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry, 6 my dreams,
Full of youthful exuberance.
My dream,
This is an insult from the other side.
My dream is not in that distant heaven;
My dream stands on the hot land of the East!
My dream is to sail the Yangtze River;
My dream was conceived in the Yellow River!
My dream, like a magic mirror:
The icy side;
Fireworks;
My dream is a permanent spring breeze;
Lift the hoe and chop it north;
Spread the smile of country mother to the south. ...
My dream turned into brilliant years;
After many obstacles, why does it burn for a long time!
My dream, follow the fire of justice;
After several storms, why is it high?
It bathes in gorgeous light,
Towering in the sun!
It lights up the shining constellation,
Shining in the moonlight!
This is my dream!
This is also my dream!
This is our Chinese dream!
You flew in from a mural 5,000 years ago,
Open the gorgeous screen ...
You're driving the Himalayas,
Galloping around the world
This is our dream,
We paint colors with youth.
We write the future with ambition.
Chinese dream, my dream, our youth!
Beautiful first love, youthful memories, appreciation of modern poetry, 7 years through 32 years.
Don't forget the big tung tree in front of the door.
It has fallen for three years.
But it's still the same as before
You are slim under the tree.
Holding a white scroll
Quietly comb my thoughts
The budding season has come to you.
I've never been more excited.
Tears full of youth
Wet my face for the first time.
Love has grown its first string.
It was a spring.
With flowers and books.
Because of the existence of flowers,
Every day is romantic.
I've written it a million times.
Write it in your fragile heart
Too yearning for beauty.
But it disappears forever in a flash.
How many times in the dream?
Go back to the past again
The past is the past.
More is the autumn wind.
Where can I find the lost things?
Where can I make up for the regret?
Maybe life can only pass by in a hurry.
But it can't be recycled.
I can't find your trace.
The sound can only stay in the ear.
Hair scented with grass.
Forever exists at the end of memory.
Find; to find out
Where can I find your advantage?
Blessing from afar
Can you still hear me?
I am wandering at this moment.
Germinated the oath of love
Just let that leaf
Flaps disappear instantly.
wind
Still blowing away here
Blow away the memories of youth
Sweep away fallen leaves
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 8 I wonder if I can meet again.
What will it be like to meet again?
Will my heart beat faster when I see you again?
I don't know ...
Come to think of it, time is really a good thing.
Once thought unforgettable
Has faded with the passage of time
What used to be called eternity is out of date.
Over time, it became a silly joke.
In fact, life is like this.
Meeting the right person at the wrong time can only show that there is no fate.
Meeting the wrong people at the right time is doomed to only hurt each other.
I thought we could still be friends after breaking up.
Actually, I just understand now.
Friends after breaking up
Still perfunctory.
Or wait in wishful thinking.
There will be a person in everyone's heart who forgets himself for him.
And this person can only be the beauty you regret.
There are too many gains and losses in life.
After a long time.
To understand
We don't have to pay too much attention to all this.
You don't have to care.
Because without love, you will grow old forever.
I wish I had it.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 9 Whenever I see plum blossoms in winter,
I will think of my first love;
Every time I think of Dong Mei,
It will ignite my passion.
Although that was decades ago,
Every time I think about it, my heart is shaking.
Dong Mei,
Although we haven't seen each other for decades,
Every time I think of you, I still feel very sweet;
Your white skin,
Your rosy face,
I like it every time I think about it.
Dong Mei,
Where are you now?
You make me miss you;
Your warm words,
Your sweet smiling face,
It makes me feel particularly warm and happy.
Dongmeiya
The parks we went to in those years,
Now as soon as I get there
Feel that you are still by my side;
When I saw the armchair we were sitting in,
Your crisp and sweet laughter is still ringing in my ears.
The photo you gave me at that time,
Until today,
I also secretly hide around;
Every time I miss you,
So I took it out and looked at it.
I was deeply moved.
today，
I regret that year,
I shouldn't say goodbye to you;
Who knows I lost you,
Leave me today,
Lifelong regret.
I think in those days,
Not accepting you,
Is that we have no chance in this life;
In this life,
I won't forgive myself
Don't cling to the person you really love.
Dear,
Although we have no chance in this life,
But you gave me a happy first love;
I won't forget it.
Your true feelings for me,
I will always remember your love for me.
Dear,
I can only say sorry,
It's me.
Hurt your kind heart,
I destroyed it,
Our happy first love.
Dear,
You don't know how much I miss you these years;
But I miss you.
I can only meet you in my dreams,
Wake up
I found tears running down my face.
Winter plum,
You are the plum blossom in winter,
You must not be afraid of the cold;
I think you will be like your name,
In the cold winter.
It will also give off your attractive plum fragrance.
Winter plum,
Although you are not with me,
I think
You will live a happy life,
Because you have a kind heart,
You will live up to my expectations of you.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 10 Once upon a time, I forgot your appearance.
You are drifting away in my life.
I tried to bring you back to my memory.
But how can you be anti-aging?
So I am eager to see you in my dream.
It's like I can finally see your smile.
But dreams are illusory.
I know, but I still don't want to wake up
Finally, you disappeared into my heart.
Remember that old winter?
No snowflakes, no romance.
Only charming eyes.
A voice like a song.
And a pure heart
Mao Mao rain is also floating in the south.
We approached each other's world.
For the first time, I feel that life can be so beautiful.
So whether in life or at work,
You have always given me the motivation to fight.
Although we don't have kisses and hugs.
This is just a simple pleasure.
But because it is simple, it becomes more pure.
And become more and more mature because of ignorance.
Now, the lost time has become history.
We can't reproduce the original beauty.
Let it be buried in the misty rain of history forever.
Even if I can't remember your face.
But leave a beautiful first love.
Isn't it the most beautiful scenery in life?
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry 1 1 that day,
I'm at the Red Dust Ferry,
Meet someone who is looking forward to the ferry,
I come forward to ask:
It was my first love.
We hugged as soon as we met,
I don't know how close it is;
There seems to be a thousand words to say.
She asked:
Are we meant to be?
I said,
How can I know you without fate?
She asked again:
Am I the one you love?
I said,
If you are not me, how can you be so close to you?
She asked:
How deep is your love for me?
I said,
Love is deep as the sea.
She asked again:
How real are your feelings for me?
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
How real it is that the moon has how bright.
She asked:
Do you think I am interested in your money or your people?
I said I don't know,
Anyway, I regard money as dirt and people as gold.
She asked again:
Do you want me to be beautiful in person or spirit?
When I say that the soul is beautiful,
Only the beauty of the soul can be regarded as conscience.
She asked:
Will you marry me?
I say you ask Yue Lao,
Yue Lao knows my heart.
She asked again:
Will you change your mind after marriage?
I said change of heart?
Unless the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
She asked:
What should you do to your family after marriage?
I said,
It is true to respect the old and love the young.
She asked again:
How to treat married life?
I said,
Dedicated to the family, not afraid of poverty.
She asked:
What should you think of family?
I said,
There are many businesses in the family, and some people have money.
She asked again:
How to treat your career?
I said,
Work hard and move in a better direction.
She asked:
What do you think of failure?
I said,
If you fail, stand up and move on.
She asked again:
What do you think of success?
I said,
If you succeed, you won't forget the lessons of failure.
She asked:
Do you think I trust you?
I said,
I believe you are loyal to me;
She asked again:
I don't know if you believe me,
I said,
It depends on whether my actions are true or not. -
I finally said that day:
I won't say it again.
Don't ask again,
Because we all know:
Meet thousands of miles away,
There is no chance to be a relative stranger.
One day of marriage gave birth to a hundred days of attachment.
Couples love each other for a hundred days.
Beautiful first love, memories of youth, appreciation of modern poetry, 12, you walk leisurely.
Come gracefully.
With that full moon
Dress up the night with dazzling brilliance
Wine and food on the table
Attractive smiling face.
Happy people push a cup for a change.
Celebrate this bumper harvest year
Leave home
Call early.
Send a distant blessing.
Still quietly hiding a ray of thoughts.
The worm whispers softly.
The noise during the day has already slept soundly.
Dogs in the distance
Occasionally bark at your partner.
The ripe taste of corn
Overflowing buildings, curtains
I can't get rid of my nostalgia.
So, savor it carefully
Miss Na Yue's first love that year.
Beautiful first love, youthful memories, appreciation of modern poetry 13, a brief comment
Gentle greetings.
Like a field
An unexpected breeze
calmly
Let me ripple.
Sleeping dream
From this time on.
On the ridge of time
Memories are getting more and more lush.
Warm rain all the way
Green your trace.
Have a nice trip.
Red my timid face.
Birds on the tree
Therefore,
The post moved a quiet voice.
evenings
Fall into your dreams
I borrow a touch of loneliness.
teach you a lesson
Another affectionate touch
dear restless heart
tense；nervous
Ask gently
Chunjiang moonlight
Can I help you?
Keep out the heat with one hand
Cover the autumn wind with one hand
Every time I miss you
Hanging in your air
I spent the whole winter
calmly
Embrace my heart.
just as
A blazing stove
Soften you
Along the way
Long ice sheet
From this time on.
The front/gate
Fang Fei, my happiness.
backyard
Bloom your charming face
I can't stop crying.
One by one.
On the way to spring
those
A new bud that breaks through the ground
Keep your head down and your eyebrows down.
Want to sue me?
This is very important to you.
Your crystal eyes
Can you tell me?
mountain spring
Whether, heartache.
cloud
Whether, ten thousand kinds of tenderness.