Written at the front of the poem: Am I a poet? Of course not, at best, people who love to think about writing poetry non-stop. I may become a poet, try a little harder, work harder and harder, anything is possible. If I keep trying like this, I will eventually be a poet! An outdated poet who "the years fly and the youth passes", I use poetry to pay tribute to youth, I use poetry to accompany the tormented middle-aged, and release this free soul.
"The years fly and the youth passes" poem: Youth, my youth, my youth. My youth, he flew over the field, did not stay, he flew over the field. My youth, he has not changed, women are not my youth, women cannot change youth; men are not my youth, my youth is pure passion blooming like snowflakes. My youth, the years are flying, the years have passed my youth, my youth can not go out of the years. I came to the field to look for it, and how much youth is still flying, I use poetry and songs to commemorate my youth. In the field lie women, they are feeling the falling youth of men, they are releasing the youthful men; the youth of men in the field is running, the strength of the majesty is like a thousand horses galloping, they are the most gentle attachment in samsara. The years flew and youth passed, and the kite of youth had long been broken, and it was getting smaller and smaller for a long time.
Written at the back of the poem: sow 10,000 seeds in spring, harvest a few quintals of grain in autumn. Harvest may be seven points to meet three points of regret, cultivation of seven points of sweat and eight points of hope, if this "three eight" intertwined flying, it will be indispensable to suffering and delusion. Tonight you are still young boys and girls, let you be free, allow you to indulge, you are going to ask out who the hell do you want to do? Tomorrow prepare your cabin, brew a pot of tea, time leisurely, who will warmly look forward to the appointment? There is no hypothesis, there is no right or wrong, how many roads are there when you come, how many times do you have to go, how long is it to be moved, why bother? How can it be twilight? There is no reason to be a good partner, nothing more than a happy life, nothing more than a graceful and interesting life.