Give a name to a small collection of poems in our class.

Sealed fleeting time: In fleeting time, we are separated, but time can be frozen and sealed between pen and ink.

Time goes by, time does not move: with the passage of time, our time is fixed in the fragrance of pen and ink, as still as a rock.

If you still remember: if you still remember those years, our experiences, our poetry and calligraphy, our love affair, our tearful farewell, and then look at that poem, it turns out that we are all naive.

Remember that year: remember that year, ours. . . . (You can copy this from above)

It's just that I was young (I can apply the reason)

As before: there are too many variables in the world of mortals, but we first met in poetry as before. . .

Those years, we walked together (that summer, we were together): You can use Giddens Ko's "Those Years" to say this sentence. We walked through those years of laughter and tears together, but that was called youth.

They are all original. If you feel good, use them. O(∩_∩)O