Poems

Youth is man's first blessing > Unfortunately, it passes quickly, its life is short Even if a person sees a hundred springs and a hundred autumns His youth is irreversible

Youth, the beautiful blessing of a lifetime The Burning Heart Youth! O honor of this day, the name You have the scent of life , the taste.

Deep thoughts, deep feelings. This memory has a great meaning It is both a souvenir and a reminder Verses die, thoughts remain

Memory is a mirror of the world Memory is a relic of youth Write a memory so that the memory remains Friends, let me have a souvenir from you

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