Poems with the theme of praising youth

These youth, these smoke

These youth, these smoke (1) - Goodbye

How I wish I could go back to those wandering days , continue the story of our youth, and in all the noisy and lively rooms, a person alone explores the desolation of the end of the song. When I decide to look back on all this, you will never appear again.

These youth, these smoke (3) - burning youth

Everyone is becoming a memory.

Every memory is turning into ashes.

Every word will become dust again.

I saw those youthful years thrown into the raging fire, those ashes transformed into smoke, which can never be recovered.

I like this feeling of imagination, walking in those damaged rooms, the whitewashed walls are full of black writings of trauma, and the door seems to be telling the vicissitudes of four years.

But it will never be sad for anyone’s departure. Every year it sees countless people coming in and leaving, and everyone can be numb to them or respond with hatred and anger. It will always stand, no matter what. Lively.

Because it has long been accustomed to and even numbed the pain.

At the last graduation party this year, I can no longer see those familiar and unfamiliar faces, and I can no longer see the 402 where I live. I can imagine countless scenes, drinking and drinking, and the end of the song. Desolation with scattered people.

A long time ago, at this time of year, I heard in the news that a conference was held to promote the employment of college students, and I saw countless people leaving my sight carrying their bags. A few days ago, I saw a variety of graduation photo albums. Suddenly I remembered that evening at the end of April, the day we took pictures in the library. I stood in the last row and waited for the camera to shine with a beam of light. When everyone was in place that day, the photographer suddenly said that the hat was not worn properly. I hurriedly went down to find it and put it on, and then took my graduation photo.

After the photo was taken, the class behind us urged us to give them the uniforms, so after taking the photo in a hurry, the boss and I went back. We originally wanted to take a few more photos, but we didn’t expect that. Suddenly, At a moment, I saw Brother Zhu’s disappointed expression after being rejected. The sky began to darken. The three of us were walking on the way back to the dormitory. The campus was always so lively. I heard the harsh laughter passing through my ears and saw the playfulness. Strangeness flashes and disappears.

They were a group of tireless children. I was once as young as them.

Brother Zhu felt very heavy. As he walked in front of my door, the boss even said a little jokingly: He was lost. In fact, we all tacitly agree that maybe we can't accept graduation like this for a while. I don't want to end it so quietly.

Brother Zhu said: Is this the so-called four-year classmate? At that moment I knew the sadness in his heart. We walked to the dormitory in silence.

Helpless, helpless, still helpless.

A few days ago, my computer was killed in action. It seemed like this was fate. Along with it, the photos I had taken over the past four years and the movies I had watched with gusto were all given to the robbers. , to be honest, I didn’t feel much pain. Occasionally, for a moment, I thought that the old computer was still in front of my desk, and I could still touch it and use it for entertainment, but I saw nothing on the desk except for me. Several books, at that moment I did not curse those thieves, I want to thank you for taking away my four years of memories.

I still remember that every time I lost something, I had to ask my boss to help me find it with great difficulty. I have always been laughed at by many people as a brainless person. My boss can help me find it most of the time. He said that he likes to find it the most. The sense of accomplishment of losing something is just a pity that now, he can never find me again.

If I remember correctly, the last time I looked for something was the ticket for the night before I left. I rummaged through boxes and cabinets and finally found the ticket. I still remember one time I went to eat rice noodles with him and then returned to the study room to read. , when I was about to leave, I lost the leftover money from the meal. Later, I went back the same way and couldn't find the money. I have always been very grateful to the boss in my heart, but he can no longer help me find it if I lose something in the future.

Because I have even lost myself, can I still find it?

The days are still so desolate, I feel silent pain, just for the sake of simple survival, I sometimes Thinking about the Creator: Why is there me in this world? Every time I comfort myself: Now that I’m here, just live well.

I dreamed of a fire that kept spreading and chasing me. The fire followed me every step I took. It burned down my room, my books and my handwriting. I saw those The ashes burned by it filled the surroundings. I stopped running and walked straight towards the fire because I no longer had to be afraid of losing.

Let me conclude with a poem: My house is like a clockmaker’s home, displaying the cruel passing of time everywhere. In the end, I am also a way to pass.

Goodbye, my burning youth. Farewell, the years I burned.

These youth, these cigarettes (4)——The lost years

If I hadn’t walked out of that door, I would never have known how ordinary I was.

Behind the end of prosperity, I am the only one left, desolate.

I learned to spend time alone. Maybe sleeping can use up the excess energy. I can't think of any excuse for decadence. I watch the sun become dim every day and hide in a corner in a daze.

Just imagine myself in another world. Many people advised me to stop being sad. I thank them. After all, I can still have a little bit of love.

Tell me that I can never go back, that road is already confusing.

The so-called dream is just that I dare not touch that fragmented everything.

The fleeting years will never wash away my sorrow.

I long to become strong, but that is just an extravagant wish given to me by illusion. Give me a little love and you can save me. The legend of that person will always be fictional.

I will always love that song: When I think of the things I regret in my life, the plum blossoms fall.

In the hot summer, almost every few days, I went to find a job, took a bus, had an interview, and then returned home disappointed. This seemed to be a reincarnation, and the enthusiastic expectations turned into the pain of falling.

I thought that a person could stop thinking about his livelihood, and I also wanted to work hard to live a better life. If I didn’t get so neurotic and melancholy, would I be able to get the future I wanted?

I saw people coming and going on the streets, and I felt desolate among the bustling crowds. Once I went to Baidu to look up how people like me could be saved, and the answer I saw was all: love.

I began to understand this presentation. My lack of love leads to hatred, and too much love leads to fear. I heard philosophers say that pessimism comes from too much love, and that’s when I believed it was true.

Maybe God is always joking with me. The backs I passed by and the shoulders I touched so many times were all the ones I was passionate about, but in the end, they all snuggled into the arms of others. I always felt that I It's on the fringes, always a supporting role.

In this way, you can't help but feel sad. The fatal love has died, but in fact, you are still struggling in your heart. When you meet the woman who will accompany you for life, you feel that you are laughing at yourself later. This is like a joke.

One afternoon when I was about to take the college entrance examination five years ago, I went out to take a bus back for something. At that time, there were a few people sitting empty in the car. I will never forget that scene. A pair of lovers got out of the car. The man touched the shoulder of the woman he loved, slowly walked out of the back door and went to the supermarket.

Since I was a child, I have seen men older than me get out of the car with their beloved lovers and take them into the man’s home to see his parents. Then the hands held together gradually faded away under the light of the setting sun. At that time, I didn't understand the love of adults, but I just hoped that one day I would be watched happily by others like that.

Presumably five years have passed and the lovers on the bus must have had a child. I wish them happiness.

After so many months, I realized the vicissitudes of the world. After graduation, I suddenly realized that I had no way to go. The minister decided to go back after a few days. He said that people have to force themselves. Well, I understand his helplessness.

Every time I take the bus home, I will think of many past events. At that time, we were carefree and always played together. We thought life could go on like that forever, but we never expected to be in such a state of despair.

You have to lose too much to understand the value of possession. You can see through other people's stories, but you can't guess your own ending.

If I could ask God, I would definitely ask Him why I came to this world, but this will always become a riddle. After knowing too many people, I will know my humbleness, and I have walked too many roads. You will understand that the destination is always somewhere else.

Seeing through light is always bright, seeing through night is always darkness.

I must be that hateful person. Indeed, I am wasting my life and youth.

I can no longer see you, the melancholy you who once loved me.

I heard that there is one free choice in the world, and that must be death. God does not have such power.

Yesterday, the boss said that he was sick. He had a similar disease to me. I hope he recovers quickly.

I suddenly thought of the ending of a book, where the people in that village failed to break the curse of not being able to live until forty. I wondered if I was like this, forever immersed in sadness.

I won’t think about it. It is said that the thing called fate has already decided for you.

These youth, these smoke (5) - only you have owned my sadness

Only when you are tired can you forget the messy past. You don’t have to think about who has been here or who existed before, just run around and try hard to make everything strange.

When I shuttle among the crowds, I can forget the emptiness that gave me those days of doing nothing. It seems that I can feel fulfilled only when I am tired. Many times I have seen women with a temperament similar to yours. It is not an illusion, it is just I'm making a wild guess.

No matter now or a long time ago, only you can own my sadness.

There is no need to imagine the so-called prosperity in the future. That idea is just a childish joke. I am crushing and stopping the possession of sadness, and I can see your so-called brilliance in the shadow.

I rush to catch the early morning bus every day, watching countless familiar scenery pass by my eyes, thinking about you countless times every time I see you, and every time you say the last time, that time I always believed in lies like yours, but I couldn't guess that one time the lie I laughed at had become the truth.

That was the last time I saw the tears in your eyes.

It’s just that for so many years after you left, I still indulged in my loneliness, and I was still so naive that I thought you would come back. Until today, I understand that this is all a scam to deceive myself and others.

How should I tell you? There are always so many moments when I think of the past when I played with you. Walking on the road we once walked and looking at the bustling street scenes we once saw, you may always I thought that I was always changing the person standing next to me. I also thought many times, if you learned that the person who is no longer walking beside me is not you, would you still be sad?

But in the end, those changing scenes, your warmth that no longer exists, I have been practicing hard for so long, you no longer need my presence.

I can no longer mention the past. In the darkness where no light can be seen, your arrival made the light sting my eyes. Your departure made the darkness deeper. After you left, the light ended. Every time I want to keep you from leaving, but I let go of all my nostalgia for you.

You once said about me: I turned around so heartlessly. You can watch my back disappear with tears.

There is always a lot of time, and I long for the warmth that has stayed on your body forever, but I dare not touch the fear that those vicissitudes of life have given me.

If it were possible again, I hope I would be braver and touch you.

I drag my loneliness and embarrassment, no longer think about the past and the future, and adapt to this kind of running. The days pass slowly, without any purpose, living simply, for the simplest life. .

I still remember everything you thought about me. You cried and worried about my future. You also held my arm and walked through the noisy streets, and were with you when people came and went. Snuggle up and shine, you are the one who allows me to realize this true happiness. Are there still our shadows flickering and wandering in those row upon row of buildings and majestic shopping malls?

It always takes me so long to understand that growth is happening all the time, and people always reach the age of helplessness and aging step by step. I once envied the unconstrained adult world, but now that I am an adult, I want to Go back to your earliest childhood.

If you and I had met at the very first moment, the ending would have been completely different. I dare not imagine that this is possible, because God has destined us to meet each other in just a moment in life.

You will eventually understand: In fact, I have loved you many times. Just treat it like a lie and I will lie for the rest of my life.

These youth, these smoke (6) - the dust will never settle

These are colors intertwined with the strange heat, countless ways of conjecture to present the unknown chaos , try not to chase the lost memories, you can tell yourself: be indifferent to all mistakes.

Many times in the afterglow of the setting sun, the white clouds hang low in the white and clean sky. In order to take a look at the brightness of the disappearing sunset, one needs to spend many nights of darkness, but it will never say: Farewell. Stay close to me.

You have to understand that life is just a hard look. Every scenery is eager to see a different scenery. There is always a vast sea under the cliff. The bottom cannot be seen in the depths, but there is always a sea. You can know that you are just a tired outlaw.

I want you to understand: You are in a dream designed by yourself, you are in a dream designed by others, and you cannot escape.

I haven’t been so tired for a long time. In the dead of night, listening to other people’s happiness recently is like comparing my own embarrassment. When I see the glory of others, I am just a word alchemist. Please put my humble Words give me: poverty, still poverty.

I saw some pictures a few days ago. They were pictures of a day in the life of 4,000 postgraduate students in Jinan City. As a recent graduate this year, I saw them spending all their youth just for a diploma. I can know that I am not as good as them who have not given up their ideals and are always escaping. In the end, they still have to face it. Occasionally, I see a wise man telling young people that what is valuable is an opportunity to choose, but I want to know: When you find that you made the wrong choice, can I still come back?

If I don’t think about the future, will I be able to live so heartlessly? How many times have I walked through long intersections, sighing at the futile prosperity, all the excitement is separated from me, and the chaos The loneliness is intermittent in my body, and I tell myself: I will never have to wait again.

I can forget the day after spending countless nights. My life is a silent cold stone. I used to talk about love frivolously, but now I even disdain to talk about love. I am doomed to have unbearable doubts and start to rout.

Everyone is as free as the wind. They come and go without stopping. No one has ever held that cold hand.

Tell me, tell me, this world is like a sea of ????people made up of piles of dust, suspended objects in mid-air, wandering directionlessly at a certain point, don’t say , the role God has set up for you, waiting for the moment your death knell rings.

Remember: No one has loved you, ever. We have only loved ourselves, our rotten and dirty bodies, full of sinful desires.

I am just dust, and I will never find my place of origin.

If you always look for it, there will be lost moments. Those moments that are with you are becoming yesterday.

One day all the splendor will be wiped out, and I will no longer ask for it, let alone hope for it. After going through those roles of mine that appeared on the stage, I will just walk through the majesty and vicissitudes of a castle, the god of fate. Tell me: don’t look for the exit and you will be happy forever.

Time is still time, all stories about us will come to an end.

In fact, in the end, all of you are the same.

These youth, these smoke (7) - the dust will never settle

I have wanted to write this diary for a long time, but I have delayed it until today. How many times have I gone to the Internet cafe to think about it? Write something, and finally give the time to the game.

It’s late at night, but I can’t sleep alone.

A person's heart suddenly feels so peaceful when facing this white screen. Maybe it's the peace after loneliness. I don't understand how miserable I have been these days.

I am darker than any of you.

When I got off work that day, I walked and talked with the manager and gave me my salary. That was my monthly gain. When I got home, I received the unfortunate news that I was fired by the boss. The joy of receiving a salary suddenly disappeared, leaving me feeling deeply lonely. Before I even had time to think about what was going on, I was pushed into the bottom of the cliff.

Actually, I know better than anyone else that this is the ending I deserve.

I still don’t want to believe it. My laxity and indifference hurt my nerves. I took the car back alone in the afternoon. The sun was shining brightly at that time. After getting off the bus in the noisy and busy city, I walked silently to the shuttle bus home.

I no longer have to wait anxiously for the last bus home, and I no longer have to suffer from the freedom of being bound by the system. However, emptiness will attack everything I have, sadness will invade my body and life, and I will continue to be disillusioned with nothing.

I think I can continue the vicissitudes of life, my gorgeous decadence.

I saw a terrible Hong Kong movie when I got home. Occasionally I turned on the TV and watched it casually. After watching it, I roughly understood the story. It was about a mainland stowaway (Ali). ) came to Hong Kong and made a living as a prostitute. She was bought by a local Hong Kong man and became his wife. The man was a carpenter and was very old. Later, the woman fell in love with a boxer. Let’s call him Ah Sen. , the two of them are affectionate and affectionate every day. Asen promised her to take her to leave Hong Kong and go to the United States, but she must win the previous boxing champion.

Ali worries about the police sending her back to the mainland every day. The carpenter married her because he wanted her to give birth to a son for him. Asen trains hard every day, but the boss orders him in order to win money. Assen wins or loses. Before the game that day, the boss asked Asen to lose, but he had to win in order to promise Ali to take her to the United States. At first he tried his best, but when the boss saw that the situation had changed, he told him to win the game. In the end, the two sides fought until they were exhausted and couldn't bear to gamble.

The boss gave his coach a bottle of potion (actually a stimulant) and asked him to drink it. At first he suspected it was a drug, but as a good friend, the coach deceived him and encouraged him to drink it. In the end, he defeated Boxing champion Ali, who was watching at home, was overjoyed. Asen held the gold belt and shouted at the camera: Ali, I won, and I will take you to the United States.

Then the plot took a turn. Ali accidentally slipped while running to find him, causing her pregnancy to continue bleeding. She crawled home in great pain. At this time, Ah Sen on the stage had been judged. He was disqualified from the championship for violating the regulations, and the ending was extremely sad. Asen's loss caused the boss to lose a lot of money, and even led someone to blind Asen's eyes. Asen was in great pain, crying and cursing at the coach: You said you hurt me.

No one doubts

The time of youth is flowing under the feet

No one doubts

Youth is a gambling stone. Look at the carved jade

No one doubts

The wings of youth lead us to pursue the footsteps of love

No one doubts

Youth can last forever in the long river of history

Some people say

You are riding the north wind and coming toward us affectionately

Because the wind chime is still in its original shape The ground was spinning

But once again I felt the tenderness in the cold

Some people said

You come from a distant ancient civilization

Historical The inscription carries the luster of thousands of years

That - is your jumping pulse

Some people say

You are the incarnation of fickleness

< p>Last night it was still the season for flowers to bloom

At dawn I saw you bowing your head and sighing

Someone said

You shouted loud and clear slogans

You are deceiving the reality of life

Broken wings

But people can see the meaning of your existence

You are still playing the old song repeatedly Tune

You and I walked on the Tongji Bridge in the south of the Yangtze River

You looked at me calmly

Using the fine raindrops to gently rub my ears and temples< /p>

I feel you gently slipping through my fingertips

How many misty and rainy pavilions have I seen

Just like jade polished in the water

Again Like the crescent moon in the water

It’s hard to get rid of the flower in the mirror

The jumping blood

Seducing the bloodthirsty maniac

Chasing Looking at you

Crazyly

Often there is a rare passion

So

The glitzy poetry station of the Southern Dynasties Can't stand the heel

The old photos of Butterfly Lovers once again glow with romantic poetry

There is a bright color in the lyrical songs

The moment when the phoenix reaches nirvana

Definitely three points more beautiful than Luoshen

The chirping of hundreds of birds resounds throughout the world

The sound has just arrived at the door of your heart

I heard a heavy door slam

Sentimental man

The oath delivered yesterday is waiting to be opened today

But it has already expired

< p>Infatuated woman

How can I believe in an unfortunate oath

It is difficult to be an eternal theme

On the road we walked side by side

There are Like-minded people

It’s hard to help each other

Without the horse-hide shroud as a filling preservative

Even the iron wall will rust in the water

< p>Your wings were broken in the singing of April

Those all-powerful wings

turned into

A willow branch outside the pavilion and beside the ancient road< /p>

Although

sent each other off at a sad moment

However,

the waiting date of return

the high tone was Tends to be gentle

The field of vision also becomes wider

No one doubts

The time of youth is flowing under the feet

No one Doubt

The gambling stone of youth is a piece of rough jade that does not care about carving

No one doubts

The wings of youth lead to pursue the footsteps of love< /p>

No one doubts

Youth can last forever in the long river of history

You are standing on the road when I came

I don’t know when it will disappear into my world

The poems I wrote for you

are just proof

I am willing

With your wings of youth

Nursing with your body

Showing the meaning of our lives