Who has Luo Lvjiang's Seventeen? This is a poem.

one

The old bus in the town is slowly heading for the city.

A hard cough spilled all the way.

I see, tiny sunshine.

Get into the car with mottled paint.

The motor is running at full load.

The potholed country road raised dust.

Let me not see the future and the future clearly.

When I was 0/7 years old, I walked out of this town.

Cloudy weather dresses up memories.

In the gray sun

The ideal has lost its luster.

From Wu dialect to Changzhi, my heart

Still seems to be senile.

The shrinking poplars outside the window are listless.

There is no smell of green this summer.

Stepfather suddenly went, and he couldn't get out of that dry and hot May.

Judging from an accident, he is honest.

The departure of a good man deepened my understanding of numbness.

Sometimes, suffering is really irresistible.

Life is always full of too many unknowns.

Settle down in a dormitory called bungalow five.

Facing the brand-new white sheet quilt cover

A person, suddenly want to cry.

A meal ticket of 100 yuan.

Health school, began a life as plain as paper.

second

Teenagers have long known the taste of sadness.

See the truth in the letter

While waiting for the letter

Life has shallow ripples of breeze.

Like Xu Zhimo, he always takes care of love carefully.

And that letter touched the bitter mood of ten years.

When an affectionate phone call one afternoon

Be suddenly hung up

Stationery was weathered three years ago, and nothing happened.

I seem to see confetti flying all over the sky.

Life presents an undisguised truth.

Fourteen-year-old ignorant send seventeen-year-old lovesickness.

Twenty-year-old phone hung up all his life.

The pink hairpin, the lush thoughts.

Disappeared forever on that rainy afternoon.

Out of the phone booth, I swallowed.

The cold after the rain froze helplessness.

Seventeen-year-old girl who likes me in class.

The acne on my face made me completely deny her.

Some points for attention about the meeting.

The forest that should be ambiguous

It will always be white and clear.

Judge a book by its cover; Seventeen years old, shallow and ignorant.

My phone was mercilessly hung up by a girl.

Another girl's note was ruthlessly crushed by me.

I only hear my heart breaking.

But turn a deaf ear to other people's sighs

At the age of seventeen, I embarked on an emotional journey alone.

It was a shallow time, on the day when lilacs were in full bloom.

Let the wounds that are difficult to heal fade in and out.

third

That year, Wang Guozhen entered a dull life.

With his delicate language and thoughts

Attracted countless lazy weekends.

On countless weekends, some roommates go shopping.

Some people sleep with their heads covered.

I sat at the window and Lu Xun was abandoned.

Feel the temperature of those sentences with your heart

I looked down at the figure of the poem.

It lasted for more than ten years from that summer.

People who always bow their heads to write poems.

Growing pains, just like girls.

The red drops witness a person's confusion.

I always want to hold the autumn moon and spring breeze in my arms.

Those so-called sadness and lovesickness

Time and again, I fell into the rustling of pens at night.

And a sincere mental journey of different lengths.

Fall in love with writing poetry and a beautiful girl.

Fall in love with a poor but fulfilling life

Wang Guozhen acted as the original matchmaker.

Years later, when I saw him who was no longer young.

I painted the word time too much.

I have a shallow forehead line in the mirror.

Let me burst into tears.

Memory, always with heavy steps.

I record my life with long sentences and short sentences.

It also recorded the understanding of life and love.

Childhood, the village faint smoke.

My grandmother called me for dinner, with a long suffix.

Those ups and downs that are thick or light.

In sensitive memory

It has become a cool breeze worth remembering.

fourth

Some feelings are disappearing like the wind.

Clumsy brushstrokes can't catch up.

Hard work has solidified, and the ink has not dried yet.

Acacia ends like a bird.

Hidden in that heavy night

How far is forever?

Wet feelings dry easily.

Don't trust feelings too much.

Yuci night, the roar of the industrial zone.

Just a fleeting memory.

Superficial warmth

After all, fair time is hard to break.

The hand of years caressed my red wound.

Tell me: accept your fate, and you meet like strangers.

There is no collision of ideas, and the language is consistent.

I always thought I was defeated by money.

Years later, I learned two hearts, and I can't know each other.

Love is always a beautiful lie.

Can't understand each other and appreciate each other.

After crossing the intersection, only the cranes are left, and they are free.

This is just another innocent girl.

Where are the lost feelings?

Looking for the other side with nothing.

Thank you for those months of silent understanding.

You make a cold night warm.

There are more impossibilities between us.

I packed my luggage, and in the whistle of the train,

Get out of that bitterness and bitterness

Looking back at Yuci, looking back at the city.

Sigh and leave all the memories to yesterday.