First, the young and melancholy lover left.
Taken away by a secular mother. Cried the youth.
Young people seem to be crying all the time and never stop.
Young people have never heard of coal mines.
When he started to get in touch with and understand there.
Tears were shed hundreds of feet underground.
Sweat makes young people dirty, moldy and smelly.
After knowing all this. Young people became underground coal miners.
Someone started calling him, too? Master?
However, when I was a teenager, my head never looked down.
Tall! Tall! Has been held high above the sky
Is he going to the moon? Or Mars?
In short, young people's hearts are on that day.
Shine like every star.
Many years later, the teenager was at the gate of the university campus.
I had a bad fall. After climbing up,
Teenagers become young people. Lost my dream that night.
After waking up, tears wet the pillow towel and swollen my eyes.
Once a dream when I was young!
Will become a satire on the ignorance of teenagers.
Second, I am a young man. A May 4th Movement stirred up young ripples.
I'll have four or five in my head
There is also a 48.
All martyrs and blood.
An era that never seems to proliferate.
This day will also be Qiantang once.
In my parents' generation, I was a young man.
In the nation, I am a young man.
In the universe, I am a young man.
In the poetry garden, I am a young man.
My heart has been charging.
The season of attacking cities and plundering land
Sharpen my black hair into a bright sword.
Kill the deer in the spring dream
I am still a warm-blooded young man.
Sky blue grass green
Summer sunshine
As big as a sword
The white dove has a bright sword like wings.
Through mirror space
She is also a youth.
My eyes crossed time and space.
Youth, too.
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On the mountain full of wild chrysanthemums, my old grass grows.
The beams that pass through the town are the pot cover beam and the horsehair beam.
My children work hard at farming.
It's three points deeper than a cow gasping.
Let the horse's sweat drip on the wrong line.
Potatoes produced are more noble than gold nuggets.
Today's hometown is always absent-minded
Always suffering alone on the stone in front of the door
Tastes better than vegetables and chews better than meat.
The joy of climbing the wall like a wild cat.
More incisive
It's good to be young, that vicissitudes
Cars that have never been hungry don't know.
I don't know the small building where I haven't seen the oil lamp.
The mountain opened by wild chrysanthemum
Hanging the sunset like a wild chrysanthemum
The young sun is in the western hills.
Like gold.
Waiting for the young hand
Pick it.
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Autumn and Four Seasons Waltz
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Lin
Testify during the day
Testify at night
Wandering freely in the diary of youth.
Dancing under the plow, Chun Ruichun's new youth dream is being publicized.
A song dances on the willow, and the boredom of youth blooms among summer flowers and grass.
On the occasion of green manure and red thinness
Who is sowing sex and rain to make life
Floating back from the end of the dream
Mysterious dance, gorgeous dance
Solidified into golden essence in autumn rain.
Between black and white, rain or shine.
Desire is seduced and sin is forgiven.
Merit is bullied.
The graveyard at the head of the village, the crow holds the dusk.
Abandoned crying like a soul.
Make Mufeng rustling trembling.
Divide the desolation of loss
I sit alone on the sofa in autumn.
Self-disciplined life
Lonely, dancing apple in your hand.
Dance a charming waltz
Like an elegant lady.
Peeling off one by one.
Like a woman who gradually faded her clothes.
Just like my good and evil.
Attack the commanding heights of love
The spring of youth ended like a round dance.
Tango kicked off in summer and a song has been played.
Autumn is like me, like a noble and gorgeous dance.
Skinny, with distinct seasons and integrity.
I dance the reaping sickle.
Wandering in the field of youth
Golden harvest
Storage whiteness
3. A romantic foreign youth
My girlfriend was killed by a tiger in the zoo.
Foreign romantic young people want a tiger.
Pay for your life. The zoo bid $8 million.
Compensation. Romantic foreign youths are furious.
He brought it and used it in the marine corps.
Saber, dagger, duel with tiger.
And at this time, in the east of the world.
A woman writing poetry in a wheelchair was married by her husband.
Pushed to the door of a company, experienced a car being rampaged.
The danger of death hangs by a thread.
Romantic foreign youth struggled with the evil tiger for several rounds.
Successfully escaped several blows and finally lost his life.
Our esteemed poetess is really lucky and safe.
The life of the girlfriend of that foreign romantic youth is really valuable.
Boyfriend's life is still 8 million.
The life of our disabled poetess is really good and cheap.
The husband just wants to get back the 800 yuan that the boss owes him.
Put his wife's precious life in danger.
I think, one life plus eight million dollars.
It is by no means the value of this foreign romantic youth.
Because he must have calculated carefully before he retaliated against his girlfriend?
You may win or you may die.
Go even if you know it's not feasible.
Does he just want the tiger dead?
Fourth, the rose of youth is not dazzling at noon.
The small town in April has blossomed.
There is a young man standing outside the school gate.
Concentrate on looking inward.
Hold a roll of roses on your chest.
The school clock has rung.
Picking up the phone is also turned on.
Trainee teachers are constantly emerging.
The young man lit the excited cigarette.
What a charming expression.
The students cast curious eyes.
Some stop, some look back.
There are still dozens of cars to play tricks on.
The young man has finished smoking.
Picked up chewing gum again.
Chew and move on.
There are fewer and fewer people coming out.
My arm aches and my heart is pounding.
Young. The throat is like fire.
Roses on the trash can.
The hearts of young people are not yet desperate.
Will your legs tremble when you go in?
Naughty students forget the time.
Forget mother's worry, the food will get cold.
The more twists and turns, the more nostalgia.
The school gate slammed shut.
Young people have no courage to stop.
Today's sky is clear and unrestrained.
The angry students boarded the bus and left.
The youth finally turned around.
The face is full of helplessness.
Suddenly the bell rang in a hurry.
All the embarrassment suddenly vanished.
Familiar voices fall from the sky.
Put the phone down, sunny Wan Li.
Hold hands tightly and run high
Pick up the rose, put it down, put it down and pick it up again.
Finally, I raised my hands together.
Blow a kiss and hold it in your arms.
A swallow put on the wrong clothes and disappeared in the wind.
Goodbye, youth of Hohhot, goodbye, youth of Hohhot!
As if it were that melancholy face eighteen years ago;
Listen to your trial in this court
Your words, complaints, struggles.
However, my dear young man,
Your young life was wantonly deprived,
Like your death, like autumn leaves,
In an instant, your fantasy was shattered.
Oh, youth, my dear youth!
You are also unfortunately under this dark spell;
In this country that is indifferent for no reason,
Your injustice is the sorrow of this country.
Your death still needs light to flow at any time,
Live in the haze of history, young man!
In this vast China,
No one has wronged you?
My beloved youth, get up!
Are you willing to bear this empty account?
In this absurd and unruly world,
Your youth is so worthless?
If you're alive and dead,
Will you continue to choose this tragic death?
Tell me, you lonely young man,
Even if you die, you must continue to live.
Goodbye, your eternal youth,
You are a soul that fell into the world!
Who else, in the name of a young man like you,
Launch a final defense for the world;
Who else will defend the oath of this law,
Justice, freedom and freedom of life?
My dearest person, say something!
Otherwise, you will be the next soul to die unjustly.
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