Jordon
People idle away their youth.
However, youth is fleeting.
A spendthrift of youth
Happiness will eventually be abandoned.
Youth is really limited.
time service
Youth can't stay.
time goes by
Everything refers to reincarnation.
Even if there is no return.
Let the limited youth time
A poetic and romantic picture
Youth is strange.
Full of power
Full of ambition for knowledge and struggle.
Some things fade away.
You know it exists.
But I have forgotten how it exists.
Chapter II "Youth and Vitality"
The flowers are late.
Like the morning sun, radiant.
Without losing warmth.
Without losing softness
Like a sunny day after rain, the dark clouds dispersed.
Without losing indifference.
And comfortable.
Give wings to your dreams.
I believe
Everywhere I go, the smell is everywhere.
Like Mao Mao rain.
Such as spring breeze
Create miracles with dreams
Write the future with confidence
Like a big bird.
Run to the blue sky
Overlooking the earth
Warm three winters with enthusiasm
Play the four seasons with vigor.
indolent cat
Peeking at you, too
Article 3 "Cycas bloom"
Yu mu ting Xuan
Listen to the blooming of a flower quietly, leisurely.
Wandering thoughts strengthen the dawn and light.
The sincerity of a pure child, the frustration of calyx.
I cried without tears, but I still insisted on being burned.
Autumn is windy, which is a dramatic performance.
The weak soul echoed and trembled.
Out of reach, I long for the edge of the handrail and comfort.
Changes of cycads
Rust will not stain the steel in the trunk.
Full of desire, give vent to fragrance.
A soul is shining and open.
Holy and clean flowers are sincere and invisible.
The temperature burned smooth skin.
I can't sing because I'm hoarse. How is that possible?
Shout pain, beat edges and corners, and modify.
I'm full of potholes, and I can tolerate both hot and cold.
A cycad tree, shining.
Expose the stamens, with a crystal fragrance.
Article 4 "Believe in the future"
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write down believing in the future with beautiful snowflakes.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on a desolate land and believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen and believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
The fifth "Poetry of Youth"
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
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.