Poems describing youth

I advise you not to cherish the gowns, and to cherish your youth. -Du Qiuniang's

The Witchwear, and loud my song and deep my drink, on the green spring-day that starts me home. -Du Fu's both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army

Youth is not reserved for teenagers. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Yangliu Nongchun Rou"

is nowhere to be found, but a young heart. -Zhang Liangneng's

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine with you, you won't go for a youth tour. -Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling Lu Ye Man Ting Zhou"

The spring in Luoyang is good, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in other places. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Good Spring in Luoyang City"

Youth must be early, how can it grow into a teenager. -Meng Jiao's "Encouraging Learning"

The daytime is not everywhere, and youth just comes. -Yuan Mei's Moss

had I thought how regular the tide is, I might rather have chosen a river-boy. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"

The situation is that youth is approaching dusk and peach blossoms are falling like red rain. -Li He's "Coming into Wine"

though no youthful clerk meant to be a great general I throw aside my writing-brush, like the student who tossed off cap for a lariat I challenge what may come. -Zu Yong's "Wang Ji Men"

It is easy to throw people away when they are young. -Yan Shu's

On the Jade House, Spring Hate, both of us born in Changgan, you and I!, why haven't we always known each other?. -Cui Hao's Long March yes, I live here, by the river

and suddenly to find you seems like a dream, with a catch in the throat, we ask how old we are. -Sikong Shu's "a farewell to han shen at the yunyang inn"

People are not conceited. -Xin Qiji's

Dream of youth. -Wu Wenying's

The season is young, and the horse is sable and fur. -Xin Qiji's "Water Tune, Boat Times, Yangzhou and People's Rhyme"

Peach and plum are young, who can penetrate the day? -Li Bai's "Long Songs"

Hualiu youth leaves. -Ouyang Xiu's "Sauvignon Blanc Flowers Like Iraq"

The road is coming back, as if it were before the light. -Wu Wenying's "Point Crimson Lips, Try Lamp Night Chu Qing"