A short poem on the theme of "Hastily Growing Old"

by jdpxs34025 on 2011-12-31 11:10:28

* Just like a seedling that's slightly withered, the fleeting youth didn't have time to indulge. The dew can't water open the once transparent heart. With the shower of drizzle, one wouldn't reminisce about the taste of thirst. The hasty years cannot carry away loneliness and melancholy. * Even the sunlight is powerless to activate the declining cells. With the caress of sunshine, how could one not forget the coldness of the dark night? How could the fleeting boat of time take away the chronic illness and fatigue of the soul? Just like a grain swaying in the wind, fleeting people, go back and revisit dreams again. Only the poplar tree can withstand such strong denigration. How did it get old? This was not a dream. How did it get old? Who can solve this dream? In the ocean of the mundane world, there are also rapids and whirlpools. Just like fleeting youth, the flagship store of Ka Yan, can never be retrieved. In the boundless desert, storms are never lacking.

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How was it young? That was a dream. The hasty aging cannot replace a deep savor.*