All endings have been written.

All the tears have also flowed out.

I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.

On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.

No matter how hard I pursue it,

Young you are just passing by.

And your smile is extremely shallow.

Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate has bound it badly.

I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.

But I have to admit.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

If you want a longer one, Shu Ting's This Is Everything is also very good. If you don't give up hope, we will recite this song.

This is everything, too.

-Answer a young friend's "everything"

Shu ting

Not all trees

Be broken by the storm;

Not all seeds

Can't find rooted soil;

Not everything is true.

Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;

Not all dreams

Willing to break his wings.

No, not everything.

Like you said,

Not all flames

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars

It only means darkness.

Don't report the dawn;

Not all songs

It passed by my ear.

Didn't leave it in my heart.

No, not everything.

Just like you said!

Not all appeals went unanswered;

Not everything lost can't be compensated;

Not all abyss is doomed;

Not all destruction covers the weak;

Not all hearts

You can step on the mud under your feet;

Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains,

But I didn't show a happy expression.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for it,

Please put these on your shoulders.

And this, it's also quite good.

Poetry of youth

Shen Qing

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,

No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,

Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,

Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,

Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.