The autumn harvest of rural roads is fruitful.
People come and go, busy east and busy west.
When I am alone in the driveway, my heart is rippling.
Young and frivolous, just for a book,
Missed a lot of beautiful scenery,
Now that I am old, looking back is autumn!
Can't go back in time,
An unreachable future!
Give good words,
If the flowers are not wasted,
People are not people!
The farthest way is not in the future,
At your feet,
The most beautiful bubble is not in sight,
In my heart!
I want to give my youth peace,
By the way, goodbay!
Youth that can't stand tossing,
May everything be all right!
Extended data:
Youth, what a beautiful green flower basket. Although its flowering period is short, it is the most brilliant flower in life. The fresh green dances the breath of life, and the rich fragrance permeates the source of life. When youth is in full bloom, the flowers are filled with the enthusiasm of fire, the elegance of clouds and the freedom of wind. In the blooming season, youth is a beautiful and dazzling piece of music. With a series of jumping notes, it plays a bold style of "pointing the country, inspiring words, Wan Huhou's dung in the past". Pop up the fantasy of "beauty is like jade, sword is like rainbow". Singing "How many times in life can you try to compete with God".
References:
Poetry on the theme of youth