Looking for a poem from Youth Digest, a poem about youth

I like that you're silent.

Wen Neruda.

I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.

It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss that seals your mouth.

Just as all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and fill my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams, and you are like the word melancholy.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone.

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly that screams like a dove.

You hear me from afar, and my voice can't reach you.

Let me be silent in your silence.

And let me speak to you through your silence, which is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with silence and stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone, distant and sad, as if you are dead.

At that time, a word, a smile, was enough.

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real.

Fortunate. How lucky I am.

Picking berries in the forest.

I thought. There are no more woods and no berries.

How lucky I am to be with you.

My heart was beating like this.

I thought people. I don't have a heart anymore.

How lucky I am.

Lie in the shade of a tree.

I thought the tree. There will be no shadows. Original poem.

I don't know why, when I write about my youth, I will sigh about time, just like a poem that I haven't read yet, when you read it, your youth is gone. Or maybe an old book is covered with dust and won't be opened again.

Youth is poetic, and we have been pursuing, but we can't find a way, we will be confused. Sometimes, when I feel helpless and can't get rid of my mood, I like to fight with my family, and when I hear the voice of my family, my heart will calm down, and I feel that everything is beautiful and pure.

Like my peers, in the good times of my youth, I was full of beautiful visions of everything, longing to be recognized and cared for. I dare not hope for anything, but I hope that what I have chosen will be fulfilled.

I don't know how many people have written these stories of youth. The seasons will change, and the time of youth will eventually dissipate, just like sitting alone in a corner of the market, the leaves falling, swaying, and reflected on the wall, mottled and blurred, there is a kind of unreal trance.

When I was studying, I had a habit of reading books. But I don't like to read books like **, I like to read books like Youth Digest. Later, I came out to work, and from time to time I also bought Youth Digest to read.

Why I like to read Youth Digest, actually, because when I was studying. It helps me gain some insight and improve my writing skills, after I come out to work, after I get off work. Or when it's time to rest.

Look at it, it can teach me something. It's a kind of psychological education for me.

After I came out to work, sometimes I would encounter a lot of unpleasant things at work, and when Bu Conghui was there, I liked to read Youth Digest and see the articles I was interested in. Sometimes when I'm unsure about making a choice, it also allows me to make my own choices, and when I'm in a bad mood, I look at it, and it calms my mind. It also taught me a lot of things, how to solve problems when I encounter them, and what mentality to use to solve them.

Being able to find a little experience in other people's stories is a great way to comfort your own heart.

In the eyes of others, they ignored Zheng Mao's explanation that I still read such books when I am so old. I don't care what other people think. Your own path is your own way, not by others. So I'll stick with it forever.