Festival poetry reading materials, until April 25

Youth, youth

When all the time passes.

When all the years are pale.

Nianhua turned away.

A face of dust.

Behind the youth.

The world disguises tenderness.

We fight in time.

There is no fairy tale for us.

At the end of the story.

All the wind and rain have gone away.

Just give me a rhythm.

Let all the sorrow be thin.

In this melancholy corner.

I played a worn-out guitar.

No matter how hard I put my heart.

It's all the melodies of the past.

Youth, youth

When all the stories have passed.

Lost in the season.

I'm still here with my insistence.

With me initially. with the last innocence.

With true feelings, sing in a low voice for you.

Sentimentality year after year.

Gently cover my face.

I opened my palms.

In the blank lines.

It's a reflection of what I used to be.

Loneliness and sentimentality.

The years are sad in the blues.

I imagined the gesture of an angel.

With a pair of transparent wings.

Poetically fly over my paradise.

Youth, youth

Brilliant days.

Brilliant youth.

I sank in such a beautiful sorrow.

When all that was once is going to pass away.

I spread my wings of powerlessness.

In the night, it turned into a drowning sorrow.

Brilliant fireworks clenched in your hands.

Colorful and dazzling in memory.

At the gate of youth at the end of the field.

I have forgotten the way I came.

Waiting is a pain.

Youth is always coming.

And often without saying goodbye.

We can hold it in our hands.

Just an innocent memory.

A perfect ending of youth.

It turned into a tear in my eyes.

Gliding down my cold cheeks.

Long. It seems like centuries have passed.

Youth, youth

O bird in a hurry!

crossed my line of sight.

Goldfish swimming freely.

Passed through my eyes.

I have a bright heart in my arms.

In waiting. Let sadness turn into poetry.

I believe in legends about youth.

I watched over a fabled wheat field.

The attitude of the birds passing by.

Concealed the void in my heart.

I'm lost in the labyrinth.

I woke up in a dream again.

I'm desperate in waiting.

Waiting in despair again.

The proverb that youth is fleeting.

I witnessed it in the flowering period of a flower.

Youth, youth

I lost you in a daze.

At the end of time.

I finally learned to cherish.

However, the story of a beautiful youth.

Will you tell me that again?

The Prosperity of Love" You say that you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

Calling for spring.

What is the most gracious calling in the world?

What is the tenderest calling in the world?

It's the name that calls you, ah, spring!

We call for Chunquantian!

Throwing off the frozen ground, abandoning the desolation, you are coming to us.

Spring is coming, spring is coming, do you hear the sound of spring's feet?

Do you hear the beating of your heart in spring?

Spring is coming to us, no! It's us walking into spring.

Spring belongs to the innocent youth, spring also belongs to the diligent youth, and spring belongs to the beloved old age.

We have dyed the earth green with the incantations we have recited, we have boiled the air with the fiery lines of poetry;

We let the drizzle moisten the earth with a smile, and we let the mountain flowers spit out gorgeous with our songs.

We embrace the warm sweetness of spring.

Feeling spring requires faith, and spring is always in our vision.

If you have a goal (direction), your heart will be hot, if you have a goal (direction), spring will be in your heart every day, and if you have a goal (direction), spring will always belong to you!

"Passing years are underwritten.

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My Bai loneliness is a spring, du crystal clear, all year round, my thoughts are a bent eyebrows, wiped and light, faded and wiped, my mood is a round of the moon, cloudy and sunny, sentimental, my happiness is a rainbow, gorgeous and colorful, fleeting, my wandering is a pot of wine, into the throat like fire, not drunk, my life is a season of spring, guarding the flowers, waiting for people to return, if I can, I would like to be an obscure stream, not sad, not happy, non-stop, more than that.

"This Year's Spring".

For thousands of years, I bowed down.

du on the moonlight.

I don't know what a dream is.

When the moonlight ripples on the surface of the DAO water.

Flowers bloom and flowers go.

Firefox reflects the legend.

The solitary sporadic lamp of the genus.

It's like stealing a pancake.

Floating leaves are returned to the affectionate.

The flowers are still blooming for the coming year.

The dew slid down the curved leaves and ploughed a golden light.

A ladybug in late spring.

Spread out his wings and prayed once.

Flickering into the air. The bees stopped in mid-air and danced in the figure.

Little ants rub their whiskers on the scorching stone slabs.

Hall woke up recklessly, shaking his head and rushing away.

I smell the flowers and plants, sighing, and growing uneasy.

I found a cicada on the trunk of a tree.

Loneliness is like my thoughts.

I also heard about a long summer.

Cicada Song and Yang Ye'er teased.

The heat and coolness of a trail.

Strings of poplar flowers floated in the air.

On the moss-covered stone steps.

Who left a half-crumpled newspaper.

I pushed the window to get a pot of flowers.

Stirring up the sunlight and rushing into the house.

Clean up some moldy stuff.

A few fluffy old sparrows are beating on the branches.

Let the sky be blue.

Keep your eyes neat.

Believe in the future When the spider web mercilessly seized my hearth as the smoke of ashes.

Zhi sighed the sorrow of poverty, and I still stubbornly paved back to the disappointment.

Answer: Ashes Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew When my flowers nestle in other people's feelings I still stubbornly use the frosty withered vines to write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future I want to use my fingers to wave the waves rushing to the sky I want to use the sea that holds the sun in the palm of my hand The warm and beautiful pen that sways the dawn Write with the child's pen:

Believe in the future.

Dream seeker Dai Wangshu.

Dreams will bloom, dreams will bloom delicate flowers:

Go for priceless treasures.

In the blue sea, at the bottom of the blue sea, there is a golden shell.

You go to climb the iceberg for nine years, you sail to the dry sea for nine years, and then you meet the golden shellfish.

It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky, it has the sound of the wind and waves on the sea, and it will intoxicate your heart.

Raise it in the sea for nine years, raise it in the water of heaven for nine years, and then, it blooms in a dark night.

When your sideburns are spotty, when your eyes are hazy, the golden shellfish spits out peach-colored beads.

Put the peach-colored beads in your arms, put the peach-colored beads beside your pillow, and a dream quietly rises up.

Your dreams have blossomed, your dreams have blossomed into delicate flowers, when you are old.

Since it's a performance, don't choose this, the "Female Horse" that sings Huangmei Opera is definitely popular

I'm sorry I can't think of any suggestions for the time being. I'll tell you when I've thought about it.