2. Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the upper reaches, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest! -Lei Feng
3. Youth is the pillar of the revolution. Youth is the defender of revolutionary achievements and the force to accelerate history to a better world. -Soong Ching Ling
If the younger generation of a nation has no youth, it is a great misfortune for this nation. Aleksandr Herzen
5. Struggle makes you competent, and pain makes you mature; These are two magic weapons for the times to let young people shoulder the historical mission. -Mao Dun
Poetry.
1. Youth must be early, how can you grow into a teenager.
-"Persuasion" Tang Meng Jiao
2. When you are old, the scenery does not belong to you, and gold does not hesitate to buy youth.
-"Persuade Happiness" Don Tao Yong
3. Her master, status, wealth and budding life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.
-"Song of Luoyang Girls" Tang Wangwei
4. Ambition has turned into hoary head, and the rest of my life is still waiting for youth.
-"I heard that Tokyo was pardoned in prison" Don Liu Changqing.
5./kloc-You can't die before the age of 0/00, but youth can be bought and thrown away.
-Tang Han Yu's Four Poems of Feeling Spring
The idiom "youth" describes youth, being in the prime of life and full of vitality. Cardamom reprimanded Fang Qiu in his youth. His famous saying about "youth" made the world civilized, created happiness for mankind, created a youthful family, a youthful country, a youthful nation, a youthful human being, a youthful planet and a youthful universe, and thus enjoyed its endless life. -Li Dazhao, the youth, the king of life, the fountain of life and the light of life. -Li Dazhao bought a good horse with one hundred gold and a beautiful woman with one thousand gold; Where can I buy youth if I buy a senior official? Qu Yuan is never idle during the day, and his youth never comes again. -Lin Kuan's white hair is not based on my old age! Youth is no longer like you in Zhihu? If you are not a boy and learn to be famous, will you be a husband? -Yu Liangbi
Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest! -Lei Feng Youth is the pillar of the revolution. Youth is the defender of revolutionary achievements and the force to accelerate history to a better world. -Soong Ching Ling
..... It is a great misfortune for a nation if its younger generation has no youth. Aleksandr Herzen
Youth is an open-minded period, and we should use this period to cultivate our open-minded character. -Russell Young people's sensitivity and originality, once combined with the rich knowledge and experience of mature scientists, can complement each other. -beveridge youth is our future and our hope. -Stalin should stand in the ranks of frontline soldiers on any occasion in life. -ostrovsky's life of struggle makes you capable, and the suffering of depression makes you alcoholized; These are two magic weapons for the times to let young people shoulder the historical mission. -Mao Dun's youth has wasted, and the sorrow of bald head has been made up! -Quan Deyu didn't mean to send you a poem. You are ashamed of being young. -Yu Qian
Fragments about youth
1. We wasted too much youth, what a self-righteous and embarrassing youth, with laughter and tears;
There is vitality and decadence; There are sweetness and absurdity; There is self-confidence and confusion. We are sensitive, we are paranoid, we stubbornly pretend to be strong;
We are easy to hurt others and easy to be hurt by others. We pursue decadent happiness and indulge in the beauty of loneliness.
We firmly believe that we are different and the world will change because of me; We wake up that we are no longer young and our future may no longer be infinite. When is it actually infinite?
For a moment, we all thought we had grown up. But one day, we finally found that the meaning of growth is not only desire, but also courage, responsibility, strength and some necessary sacrifices.
Before life, we were all children. In fact, we have never grown up and don't know how to love and be loved.
2. On the evening of forty-five.
Suddenly I miss 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 sky full of clouds 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 detailed and accurate blueprint
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
4.
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 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. Supplementary answer: 5. Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you will never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak in the national forest, marking 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 tree, which is thriving and has withstood the test of wind and rain. Youth is a bud in bud and wants to show its unique charm to the world. I give myself a youth gift with a passionate youth heart, that is, the poem of youth.
6. The poem "Youth"-the blooming flowers of Shen Qing's youth make me tired, but I don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me enchanted but haggard. Light wind and green dreams, light morning sleep, light clouds and light tears, light years. With the joy of wandering, I will never come back. No one hinted at the dry taste of homesickness when I was young. I want to snuggle up to every golden sunset, and every drop of transparent dew washes away my sadness. I met her in full bloom in the distant spring, like a beautiful fairy tale filled with dazzling brilliance. 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. On that blue hillside, I will bury all my songs and wait for them to become human legends one day. 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 I can't stand it. Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings, wandering winds, wandering dreams, wandering years.
7. 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. No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can we get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us. . . . .