My own poems about youth.

1. Write a poem about youth.

-Self-editing

What is youth?

Youth is running water, which takes away the years and leaves vicissitudes;

What is youth?

Youth is a high mountain, even if it snows all the year round, it will always stand tall;

What is youth?

Youth is a flower, which will wither in winter and be reborn in summer;

What is youth?

Youth is a tree, it will not stop growing even if the wind blows and the rain blows.

Youth, our beautiful youth,

Never come back,

Youth, our precious youth,

Will take away our tenderness,

Youth, our seemingly ordinary youth.

As long as you play, you will shine!

2. Seek self-created poems to praise youth, if the original youth is like a gorgeous flower.

Very beautiful and charming

Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.

innocent

Youth is limited.

Be sure to cherish it

What is youth?

Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?

Is that an endless sea?

I don't think so,

Youth is a cup of strong coffee,

Although it can cheer people up,

But there is still a trace of bitterness.

Youth is the nameless grass.

It's not very eye-catching,

But it can withstand the wind and rain.

Youth is an uncut sword.

It will only get better and better.

I have youth,

So I praise youth,

I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.

Youth is the golden sun,

Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,

It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.

Unforgettable

I admire youth,

Because I have,

I sing praises to youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.

Who can help me write a poem about my youth dream? These poems are my own creation, archaic. In Chinese class, the teacher asked me to read. I don't know if you are suitable.

(1) Meet Huan Suiyue

The wind blows the past, tears streaming down her face, and the relentless drizzle beats the sadness of youth.

Hair is green and old. Why stay? Time goes by, who can you ask?

(2) The life path of Hua Lian.

The road of life is lonely. Looking back suddenly, the past flows in the air. Life is always bumpy, so why go back and pursue it?

Continuous spring water flows eastward. If you bury it for a long time, life will be nothing. Who will you worry about if you don't insist on life?

(3) Jiangnan Spring is untitled.

The wind is flying and the trees are shaking. Spring rain sprinkles fragrant grass and the sunset is red.

All loves, don't care about depression.

Let me give you these three songs first. If you still want them, you can add QQ:4970 13872, but I don't often go to QQ.

4. I am eager for a poem about youth (self-edited). the Yangtze River

Nature is magnificent, bringing together thousands of rivers and rushing to the ocean.

Break through the Qifeng Lianyuyu, nourish fertile soil and offer nectar.

A silver spring belt enters the galleries of mountain cities on both sides of the strait.

Poetry has a long history, and the more magnificent it is.

2. Emotion

Raindrops are floating and the wind is cold.

Looking at the sky through the autumn window alone

Several green umbrellas follow the willow tree.

A lingering feeling.

It's hard to turn back these years.

Sigh that the world of mortals is dying.

Looking for safflower everywhere can count.

Who will seize the day to cherish the New Year?

3. If I were. .

If I were the sun, I would shine my light on the earth and bring vitality to the world! !

If I were a cloud, I would draw pictures for people and make the blue sky into a beautiful picture! !

If I were rain, I would sprinkle myself on the earth to nourish thirsty creatures! !

If I were the wind, I would like to wander in the crowd, bring coolness and drive away the heat! !

If I were a dark cloud, I would cover the sun and warn people that it is going to rain! !

If I were a fog, I would like to stay in the city and add a touch of moisture to the dry air! !

4.9 months

September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant.

We sing September,

Because this is your eternal festival.

We remember September,

Because this is our sincere confession.

September is an emotional cup,

We hold it high with our hands.

In sincere wishes,

Please drink.

September music has been played,

Please accept our gift in September.

All the teachers who struggle on the education front.