Poems about youth (which poems describe youth) 1. What poems describe youth?
1, just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. -"Qinyuanchun Changsha" Modern: Mao Zedong
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is full of ambition, enthusiasm and energy. Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
2, fifteen into the Han Palace, Hua Yan smiles. -"Songs of Complaint" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
She came to the Han Palace at the age of fifteen, which was the age of youth. She smiled and put the beauty of spring to shame.
When I was one year old, I was swallowed up. Clouds are high and light, and wolves fly at night. Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by Ge Xi. Laughing at the crown of Confucianism made many mistakes. -"Xie Chi Chun Zhuang Sui Calm" Song Dynasty: Lu You
I joined the army in the prime of my life and once swallowed the heroic spirit of the enemy at one breath. Thick clouds hung high in the air. It turned out that the bonfire was lit.
Red face and black hair (young man), holding a beautifully carved ge to defend the west. Laughing at Confucian scholars since ancient times has mostly delayed precious youth.
4, Xinfeng wine fights thousands, Xianyang Ranger for many years. When we met, people drank to the spirit of the king, and the horse was tied under the weeping willow in the restaurant. -Wang Wei's Travel Notes of Four Boys in the Tang Dynasty
Xinfeng is rich in fine wine, and most of the rangers in the capital Chang 'an are teenagers. When they met, they were congenial, drinking and having fun, and the horse was tied to the weeping willow under the restaurant.
5. A few border States are used to being crazy, riding wild horses and shooting antelopes. Now old and frail, I still count geese by the camp gate. -"Travel Notes of Four Boys" Tang Dynasty: Linghu Chu
When I was young, I was fascinated by sex in the border town. I rode wild horses and shot antelopes. Up to now, I am old and have no strength, and I still count geese at the gate of the military camp.
2. Poems and ancient poems describing youth and beauty
Accompanying Yunlai is Tian Xiang (Zhu Songhe).
Smoke and mountains,
The mountain is far away,
Twilight bells and drums.
Candles reflect the curtains,
In order to propel the machine,
* * * bitter cold and clear autumn wind dew.
Sleepless thinking about women,
Qi Ying and several anvil pestles.
Disturb the tired officials in the world,
At the end of the year.
When drunkards are conceited,
It is said that Dong Jun pays in spring.
Wandering north road,
Hakka Nanpu,
I hate it when no one talks.
Le Yue Ming used to know this old place,
With the cloud,
Will dream.
Xin Qiji's ugly slave
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and talk about sorrow for giving new words.
Now that I know what it's like to be sad, I want to say I'd better have a rest. I want to say I'd better take a rest, but I said, "It's a cool autumn!" "
I'm Shanshui Lang from Du Qing, and I'm lazy. He once inspired Lu and repeatedly played the chapter of staying in the clouds to borrow the moon. poetic sentiment
There are thousands of songs from Qian Qian and thousands of wines from Qian Qian. How many times have you seen the prince? Jade Pagoda Golden Que has no intention of returning, and plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang.
The partridge sky in Zhu Dunru
3. What ancient poems describe youth and beauty?
1, Tang Anonymous "Witch Suit"
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
2. "Into the Wine" by Don Lihe
Glass clock, amber thick, small groove wine drops are really pearl red.
Cooking dragons, setting off firecrackers and crying jade, Luo Wei embroidered curtains surround the fragrant wind.
Playing dragon flute and catfish drum; White tooth song, waist dance.
The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain.
I suggest you get drunk all day, and the wine won't reach Liu Ling's grave.
3. Wei Yuanming's miscellaneous poems
Life without a base is like the dust of the road.
Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.
When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other?
When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.
It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
4. Guo's Lu Zhouting
Huang Ji Anyuan Xiao Louji, whose real name is Ji Huang, interceded with Taoist Longzhou and gave this Tang Duoling. With Liu Fuzhi, Liu Qufei, Zhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen, Meng Rong. So is August 5th.
Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.
The yellow crane broke the rock head, so the old friend was there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
5. Don Meng Jiao's Persuasion
If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke.
It is unnatural to learn without learning.
Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?
6. Song Zhushu's "Dead Hua Lian Song Chun"
There are weeping willows outside the building. Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go. Wandering catkins drift with the wind. Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu. At that time, being heartless, Mo Ye wept bitterly. Send wine to Chunchun in silence. It rained at dusk.
On Liu Guo's Tang Duoling Lu Ye Man Zhou Ting
This is a masterpiece. The author takes the opportunity of crossing the south building of Wuchang to feel current events and express his thoughts and feelings that were different from those of the past and the present. Liu Guo revisited the South Building, and it was decades ago since his last visit. At that time, Han Biaozhou held real power and acted recklessly, intending to cut gold to achieve his "fame". At that time, the armaments of the Southern Song Dynasty imperial court were deserted and the treasury was empty, so it was difficult to find generals. Once a war is started, it will be a disaster and life will be destroyed. The poet Liu Guo is in his twilight years. Although the scenery is different, he is afraid of his country and harms it. This mentality is deeply reflected in his words. Most of Liu Guo's patriotic words are bold and vigorous, dripping with joy. However, this song "Tang Duoling" is meaningful and chewy. Compared with other patriotic words, it is really unique, so it spreads widely. "Tang Duoling", that is, "Tang Duoling", is originally out of tune and rarely filled in. Since Liu resigned, the harmony is like a forest, and the tone is obvious. Liu Chenweng's pursuit of the Seven Ques was thorough, and it was renamed as "South Pagoda Order" because of its saying of "surpassing the South Pagoda".
reference data
Tang Guizhang. Tang and Song Ci Appreciation Dictionary (Southern Song Liao Jinjuan). Shanghai: Shanghai Dictionary Publishing House, 1988.
4. Poems describing youth and beauty
Youth without regrets
Text/Xi Murong
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
youth
Text/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.
Believe in the future
Text/index finger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can see through the years, no matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
youth
Text/Xi Murong
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 looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Poetry of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
5. Poems and ancient poems about youth
Youth poetry
Boys travel
Tang Libai
Knocking on the floor and drinking, the sword song is easy to water.
Pass by the prince of Yan and visit Bingzhou.
With lofty ideals and lofty ambitions, we young people are destined to achieve great success in the future.
Don't bully each other by attacking Lu Goujian.
Many people have a dream of martial arts when they are young, and they live bravely, happily and smartly in the rivers and lakes like the chivalrous men in martial arts novels.
Youth is the spring breeze.
After graduation
Tang mengjiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Everyone's youth is not smooth sailing. Youth will suffer and be tempered, but as long as you don't give up, you will eventually stand in applause and cheers; After studying hard at the cold window for decades, it finally turned into the high-spirited spirit of "seeing all the Chang 'an flowers in one day".
Youth is naive and lively.
Red lips
Song liqing Zhao
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off.
She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
Young girls are always shy when they are young. I was sweating profusely after swinging. Seeing a guest coming, I ran away without shoes. I ran so fast that Chai Jin also fell to the ground. After running away, he secretly looked back at the guests. This is youth, innocent and lively youth.
Youth is lonely and speechless.
Go to the palace in March
Don Lihe
The canal is red and surrounded by the royal walls.
Feng petite Ye Xuee makes up.
Curtains are many times younger and older,
It can be locked for a thousand years, and people will see it for a long time.
Youth is a hasty book. In the best time of youth, ladies-in-waiting are locked in the palace gate, unable to appreciate the passion and vitality of youth.
Youth, romance and chic.
Bodhisattva-level people
Five Dynasties Wei Zhaung
Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when the wind was young, the spring clothes were floating and the manners were graceful.
I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old.
I spent my youth in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, thinking about traveling and having fun in spring. When I rode across the bridge, I dumped all the women in the building by myself. When I was young, I was always romantic.
Young people are trying to make progress.
Persuasive learning
Tang mengjiao
If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke.
It is unnatural to learn without learning.
Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?
Everything depends on your own practice, and the knowledge gained by others can't replace your own talent. You should work hard as soon as possible while you are young. Can a person be a teenager forever?
Youth is fleeting.
See a friend off
Don Dumu
After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is struggling with life.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.
Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens.
Everyone says that youth is good, and everyone knows that youth can't stay. Since youth is a brilliant meteor, why not let it shine the most dazzling light?
Youth is sentimental.
Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Xin qi Ji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.
Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
People tend to be sentimental when they are young. Writing down the sad sentences of youth in the diary has not actually experienced the ups and downs of life. However, after rich life experience, if you really know your worries, you will be speechless and needless to say.
Youth is admirable.
Miscellaneous poems on the lake
Qingyuanmei
Geling, bloom in February, tourists talk about immortals.
Old people's hearts are different from those of tourists, and they don't envy immortals or teenagers.
I don't envy those immortals, I envy teenagers, just because teenagers are the most charming.
Youth is not exclusive to young people.
Huanxisha
Song sushi
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
It rained at dusk.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west!
Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Who says that old people will never return to their youth? Look, the running water in front of that door can still flow west! Don't lament the passage of time when you are old. As long as you are self-reliant, optimistic and self-reliant, as long as you are willing, you can still glow with youthful brilliance.
6. Ancient poems describing youth and beauty
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. But it is a cool autumn.
1, You Nanting
Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.
The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.
After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.
Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.
I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.
Feeling sad, the stars are gray.
The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden.
When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.
Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.
2. Xi Huayin
Tang Baojun emblem
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.
Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.
3. Autumn Lotus
Tang Bai Juyi
The wind is cold and the sky is dusk.
There are hibiscus flowers in the atrium, which set in the morning.
Autumn has fallen, and dusk has come.
I'm sorry that I have no color, but I sigh without hesitation.
I feel this is because I missed him and talked to him.
Men are always rich, and women marry later.
Only when the head is white can you succeed, and when the color is weak can you convince people.
If you don't find yourself in the future, you will be as safe as youth.
4. "Send a friend"
Dondum
After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is struggling with life.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.
Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens.
5. "Send Li Qinggui to Huayangchuan"
Tang Libai
Bo Yang Xian Jia looks very young.
Xia Yun died in the secret cave of the Sun and Moon.
Turn your mind and cultivate your nature, and hide for a few days naive.
Not after a thousand years, back to the new city.
7. Ask for some classic poems to express beautiful youth, thank you.
Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you can never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations. It engraved the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge, shedding the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a thriving tree that has stood the test of wind and rain. Youth is a budding bud that wants to show its uniqueness to the world. Charm I gave myself a gift of youth with a warm heart of youth, that is, the poem of youth (1). It snows in March My mother died in the sky, not only in the winter sunshine, but also in the figure of pigeons flying. The strings are broken. I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao, crying. March is the season in bloom, and my harvest is really withered flowers everywhere and dancing on the snowy road. I sit on the ground and look up at the gate of heaven and the river where I can't swim every night. The stars have disappeared from the ditch. Without the touch of the moon, I debug and fiddle with a lovesickness song on a snowy night on my own tears. (2) I secretly love watching you sow light green in my lonely autumn and grow into crazy spring grass. (3) My youth has a dark sky in winter. No beautiful birds fly over the lonely stagnant water. There are no fish swimming happily in the sky. Looking down at the flower projected on the running water, I found that it had yellowed in the wind of the years. Childhood is a complete mirror, while youth is a mottled leaf. Whose worries are all over the mountains? Who sleeps with Baiyun Dream? The cuckoo in spring sings every night, but what about the lost passion? (4) Bright March, bright March, the flower shadow shakes the green leaves. I opened the window, and the sun shone in and drove away the shadows. I hear the sound of loneliness and fracture, the silky broken youth that birds pass by. Isn't it my sadness that shines on the water? Forget all the wine I have drunk, forget the snow on the lost mountain road, and melt in this beautiful March. Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together. 2. You are my youth. You came gently, with a little naughty.
You are so naive and hypocritical. You came quietly, with a little dream. You are so cute.
You are faint, fresh is your temperament, and simplicity is your wealth. I wanted to hold you in my arms, but you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity. Just because you are my youth.
When I look back at the hand that waved behind me for a long time, I still can't see anything. Only the leaves on the tree behind me are swaying gently in the wind. In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently. Bald tree is a single old man who spent the winter, and his frozen wound is still slowly dripping with blood. Lonely branches are bare and scattered. Under the cold wind, the roots are messy and a few birds are jumping under the eaves. Jumping and looking here from time to time, but never far from their warm home, the sun is always pale and sighing again and again in the dignified sky. I shook my face again and again, and there was nothing left. The long-standing grass is still dotted with seven or eight stars. A bird lay quietly in the grass, as if it had been dead for a long time, but it could not find its deep imprint. This clear river is full of water. Leaves, large and small, leisurely create many traps in a wide valley, tread carefully on the accumulated fallen leaves, find their way or find time in the extraordinary gentle sound, and suddenly realize that this steel sheet originally cast with some beautiful petals is praying for the song of the wind again for the yellow land that has been dry for 10 thousand years. Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again? Is it for soul transcendence? Bananas that were far away from the jungle a few years ago. Is it because of that banana that it continues to wander in the empty fantasy world? The days are soaked by rain, exhausted by the scorching sun, but blurred by dusty footprints every day. How many times tears have been shed in the sea, but the environment in Wang Yang is getting worse and worse, and we can't play a new bitter and salty life for mankind. It is still surrounded by the dam where you walk and sit by the river. On the rough black sand beach, I was thinking about the vast wasteland. Yellow Mud Day has been far away from my home for a long time. Everything is far away. It's easier to hate silence than anything else. The footprints of the years have turned the black floating soil into a blank, and the two mouths have finally turned into a muddy dead sea. After millions of storms or immortal silent laughter, the pages on the desk have been turned upside down by the wind, as if you were in the distance. This is a lotus flower blooming in the snowy winter.
Those endless memories of youth, quietly sliding down the track of life, like a notch on the table. From this year to next year, we have recorded the joys and sorrows year after year, which proves that the joys and sorrows have left traces of our growth. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up eventually. Youth is a small river, but it will eventually dry up. Youth is a rainbow, but it will eventually disappear. Youth is a blooming flower, but it will eventually fade. It is the fine sand in your hand that slipped away unconsciously. Youth is a meteor in the sky. Although beautiful, it is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it. Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I once again entered the memory of youth. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but now it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 30-year-old, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.
But, after all, I have been stationed in this life station. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness.
And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times.
Yes, the youth I still remember is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud.
However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times? Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice. There is no failure and failure.
8. Poetry describing youthful vitality
This poem describing youthful vitality is as follows:
1, life is not everywhere, youth has just arrived. -"Moss" by Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty
In the shady place where the warm sunshine in spring can't shine, life germinates as usual, and the moss is still green.
2, teenagers are eager to learn, and an inch of time is not light. -Song Zhu's "I/Advise Poetry"
The days of youth are easy to pass, but learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.
3. I advise you not to cherish golden clothes and to cherish youth. -Du Qiuniang in The Legend of the Witch in the Tang Dynasty
I advise you not to care too much about the pursuit of fame and fortune, but to cherish the best time for teenagers to study.
4. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. —— The first part of Tao Jin Yuanming's Twelve Miscellaneous Poems
We should encourage ourselves to work hard in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to get up in the morning. -Tao Yuanming's Twelve Miscellaneous Poems in Jin Dynasty (I)
A vibrant old age will never come back, just like there is only one morning in a day.
Extended data
Advise you not to cherish the golden robe, and advise you to cherish the golden robe when you are a teenager, which comes from Du Qiuniang's The Golden Robe in the Tang Dynasty.
The whole poem is as follows:
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Appreciation of whole poem
The meaning of this poem is easy to understand, and it can be summed up by the word "cherish time". This is a well-known truth. But it makes readers feel that their desires are simple and strong, which makes people feel extremely shocked and irresistible.
Every sentence in the whole poem seems to repeatedly emphasize "don't lose a good time". Every sentence has some subtle changes, and the repetition is not repetitive, and the cycle is not urgent or slow, forming a beautiful and light melody.
Another remarkable feature of this poem lies in its novelty in rhetoric. Under normal circumstances, the figurative techniques in old poems are often used in combination at the beginning of the poem; The quatrains are often followed by scenes and feelings. Contrary to convention, this poem is unique in that it is endowed with interest, first of all, contrast, first of all, emotion, and then scenery.
9. What are the poems about youth aesthetics?
Yiqingchun
Author: Xi Murong
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 smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
Second, when it rains when you are young, heaven closes.
1. Morning
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Walk with those indifferent people
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Count how many cold people there are.
2. passers-by
Youth,
That's the only way
Inadvertently, youth won.
Silence again, the water is beating and drifting.
What comes and goes without a trace is the most beautiful story.
The legend of the years,
When stories are condensed into memories
A seal is an eternal label.
3. Lake
Teenagers' imagination,
Dreams in Paradise Garden
Life is a magnificent garden.
Love is the brightest rose.
The future is blue and far away.
Rain in June and drought in July
Sprinkle water and bake at will
Once pure and plain water.
lonely
Today is nine o'clock.
My poem
Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear
Tears in the sky
Has been hit hard on the ground.
My people
Wandering outside the window of heaven
begad
Sleeping in chains at Genting.
5. It won't be Don Quixote, will it
Through heaven
I'm just passing by.
Just myself.
Silence continued in the clearing.
Turn all corners.
Add another dress.
Take a sip of spring water.
Or a person