Novella poems of youth, Poems of Youth modern poems

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.

I've been trying to comfort myself-

The passage of time is not to disappear or to get better.

It's the dust of something.

and the maturity of the mentality".

Youth, a grand sacrifice.

It begins in anticipation and silence.

Ends in desolation and despair.

I'm like the confused wanderer.

Always adrift.

Always reminiscing.

I don't know where to stay.

It's the end.

The years are like the wind.

When it blows forward, it takes away the breath of youth.

How many years later, I will look back at the back then.

Only then did you understand that that was youth.

Time is like an hourglass.

Slowly passing through your fingertips.

Those memories that smell of decay.

Drifting away on this summer evening.

I try to forget.

Or rather, I've been forgetting.

Take those stale memories.

are formatted in memory of time.

Those images that shone with an icy glow.

Like cold shackles.

The dreams that haunted me throughout my youth.

Summer is here in my anticipation.

Youth is also gradually moving towards death.

There is no sacrifice or mourning.

There was not a trace of what left him.

The passage of time is not to disappear or to get better.

It's the dust of something.

and the maturity of the mentality".

I comforted myself like this.

Your question is not detailed enough to be able to, please be more detailed when asking and state your request.

"Poems of Youth".Is there a beauty that can become eternal?

No one told me the answer, only a meteor streaked across the canopy.

Is there a memory that can be moved?

No one told me the answer, only the seven-colored rainbow after the rain.

How can it be said that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful?

Look at the child's innocence. Grin.

How can it be said that a night without lights is no longer moving?

Did you know that the stars are also caring eyes?

We are youth.

We are the bright stars in the night sky.

We are uninhibited.

We are persistent eagles on the horizon.

Nothing can stop us.

The yearning for beauty.

Nothing can sway us.

Piety to youth.

The most beautiful lines of poetry of youth.

It should be up to us.

Loud recitation.

Youth is a dream.

But there will be a day when I wake up from a dream.

Youth is a small river.

But there will be a day when it dries up.

Youth is a rainbow.

But one day it will disappear.

Youth is a blooming flower.

But there will be a day when it will wither.

Youth is the fine sand in the hand.

Before you know it, it's gone.

Youth is a shooting star in the sky.

Although it is beautiful, it is gone in an instant.

Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.

Wanting to cherish it is gone.

Hello dear, Qingdan Oak Nachun's poetry is not as follows: 1, "How Good Youth is" 2, such as staring at "Hello Youth" 3, "Flying Youth" 4, "Youth Singing" 5, "Wings of Youth" Related information: Youth is a Chinese word, which refers to spring.

In spring, the grass and trees are luxuriant, and its color is green, so it is called; The second refers to the youth, the young age; Three refers to age, age; Four fingers of good times, precious years; Five-fingered wine name; A stage of the six fingers from immature psychology to maturity. <>