1. Poems about the flowering season
Poems about the flowering season 1. Please write poems about the flowering season of youth that are easy to understand and full of philosophy
Youth in the flowering season of childhood ( 1) If childhood could be longer, if childhood could be longer, we could still nestle in the warm wind and forget all the unpleasant things, let the wind blow over our faces, take out a string of natural scents from the wind, and smell it, it feels like spring is in you. A spring flower is sown in front of me. If childhood can be longer, we can still be as carefree as we are now, forgetting time, worries, and stress, playing on the grass in front of the door. If childhood can be longer, we can still be late. When I go home late, I can still roll on the grass with my schoolbag on my back, laugh among the flowers, and wait for the scolding of love. But childhood is gone. Childhood will not grow longer. The era of holding a stuffed bear has indeed passed. The era of holding a fairy tale book has passed. The era has indeed passed. Now we carry our schoolbags on our shoulders and carry our parents’ deep expectations (2) What is it that comes quietly when we enter the flower season? What is it that quietly comes and stirs up the light dance of all colors? What is it that quietly approaches and passes through The singing philosopher of the season smiled at the blue sky and said: "It is the glorious youth of youth."
The tall basketball stand of the green football field illuminates our youthful years like morning light and bright fire. The classroom with the loud sound of books The vibrant playground ignites youth and conveys hope. Let go of the dreams that have been buried in our hearts for a long time (3) Youth Concerto. Youth leaves our footprints on the rugged mountain road. Youth is a stream of autumn water that reflects our figures. Youth is a song of silence. The road to growth must be windy and rainy, full of laughter and sorrow, but oh, don’t stop, never stop, because light is ahead, success is ahead, let us work together to move forward, break through the difficulties and move forward! Let’s play the melody of youth together.
2. Please write poems about the flowering season of youth that are easy to understand and full of philosophy.
In the flowering season of youth, thoughts are messy.
The exam is finally over
It heralds the end of this semester
This year
has just passed from my hands.
In a hurry, nothing was taken away
But nothing was left behind
A glass full of heartbreak
Dropped It fell on the hard tile floor
It fell to pieces
The sun shone in
Reflecting the colorful light
Beautiful but cold
p>So when my heart was reunited
it was mixed with glass
It reminds me all the time
I am not working hard enough
Yes
Xiaoguai has never been a hard-working child
She sheds tears easily
Xiaoguai, look at your face being fucked How dirty they are
Wipe them clean quickly with the palms of your hands
You don’t use the backs of your hands because
The backs of your hands are as dirty as your face
Rainstorm Night< /p>
Lightning filled the sky
The lone wild goose flew alone
Xiaoguai has always been afraid of lightning
It was like something that was going to penetrate my heart
Smiling ferociously
White Snake, what should I do
Although I promised you
Keep our mutual promise
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That song of fate, friend, don’t cry
But the tears stained my face
Very dirty
I can’t wipe it Do it
White snake, will you be angry
White snake, do you still love that fried dough boy who went into the red light district
Do you still love him< /p>
Can love really make people numb?
He left long ago, didn’t he?
He left a long time ago
You You are a good baby
Much better than me, right?
So scared, so scared
Lightning, please stop, please
I haven’t found my family yet
I can’t stop yet
Finally
My face is no longer dirty
It’s rain Tears washed clean with water
Or tears that are not dirty
Lightning and thunder
Hope is still far away
Far, far away Right
Dawn and rising sun
will appear
I just don’t know when
My dear, you have to learn to be strong
Just a little bit
Just a little bit stronger
When you are sad, look at the sky
Remember, look at the sky
3. Looking for poems about the beauty of the flower season
When you wake up in the morning, the flowing fireflies remind you to wake up early, and the stone green at the door is renewed.
The drizzle has stopped for the first time, and the air is refreshing and cool. The flowers are beautiful, bees are flying, and willows are dripping around the pond.
There is also a horn in the morning, calling for an ambitious road, a neat step to cheer up, and a group of heroes from the police academy. The sunset is covered with willows and the slanting light is shining, and the wind and dust are noisy all day long.
Ming Jin and collect the exercises, today I am so tired that I forget about the sky. The branches and leaves are rustling in the wind, butterflies are flying, and the flowers are smiling on the roadside.
When you are busy, you can also take some leisure time. Hold a volume of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, chant softly and pace around. Full of vitality, the son of a tiger and a dragon paints a beautiful future.
Let’s put aside our feelings here. Although lovesickness is good, it is confusing. Leave your soul behind for the time being, and keep your pure heart only to learn.
Living in a grassy swamp, with your home in mind, you can acquire the integrity of writing and calligraphy, and you will find an eternal name in the future. Don't worry about locks and indulge in pleasure. Even if the light is thrown away, everything will become an empty dream in the end.
Young people should strive for self-improvement since ancient times. Don’t shed tears and sweat on the training ground. Once you practice, you will become a man with copper muscles and iron bones. Looking forward to roaring and holding the reins in the future. I remember sealing the wolf to live in a shelter and laughing on the battlefield. Jin Ge has traveled all over the country and penetrated into Hu Ge imitation. Even though he is thousands of miles away from his hometown, he is still accompanied by a long sword. He should follow his example, be ambitious and live up to the past of this life. Years pass by, indulge in pleasure, play in the world, and sigh when there are no flowers.
Would you like it or not? The sixty-year-old is desolate, the lamp is dim, and I will die alone and mourn without a name. Keep in mind that time is precious and cannot be replaced by an inch of money. May you cherish it and be famous in the future.
4. Looking for poems about the beauty of the flower season
In the morning, the flowing fireflies remind you to wake up early, and the green stone that welcomes the door is renewed. The drizzle has stopped for the first time, and the air is refreshing and cool. The flowers are beautiful, bees are flying, and willows are dripping around the pond. There is also a horn in the morning, calling for an ambitious road, and the steps are in order to cheer up. It is like a group of heroes from the police academy.
The sunset is covered with willows and the slanting light is shining, and the wind and dust are noisy all day long. Ming Jin collects exercises, today I am so tired that I forget about the sky. The branches and leaves are rustling in the wind, butterflies are flying, and the flowers are smiling on the roadside. Even when you are busy, you can still find some leisure time. Hold a volume of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, chant softly and pace around, which is a wonderful state of mind. Do not forget to practice martial arts.
Full of life, the son of a tiger and a dragon, depicting how beautiful the future will be. Let's put aside our emotions here. Although lovesickness is good, it is confusing. Leave your soul behind for the time being, and keep your pure heart only to learn. Living in a grassy swamp, with your home in mind, you can acquire literary integrity and calligraphy, and one day you will find an eternal name. Don't worry about locks and indulge in pleasure. Even if the light is thrown away, everything will become an empty dream in the end. Young people should strive for self-improvement since ancient times. Don’t teach them to shed tears and shed hot sweat on the training ground. Once you practice, you will become a man with copper tendons and iron bones. He hopes that one day he will roar and hold the reins. I remember sealing the wolf to live in Xu, laughing at the battlefield and marching with gold and metal, and going deep into the barbarians. Di Hu Ge imitates, even if he is thousands of miles away from his hometown, he is still accompanied by a long sword. He should imitate him, be ambitious and live up to the past in this life. Years pass by, indulge in pleasure, play in the world, and sigh when there are no flowers. Whether you wish or not, sixty-year-olds are desolate, the lamps are dim, and they will die alone and mourn without a name.
Remember that time is precious and cannot be replaced by an inch of money. I hope you will cherish it and be famous in the future.
5. Please write an original modern poem about the flower season
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"The Beauty of the Flower Season"
< p> The moment when flowers bloomFriendship with spring
The gratitude of flowers bloom
Purity has courage
The temperature of flowers blooming
Keep a proper distance from the sun
There is rain, fog, and sadness
There are tears, laughter, and Ideal
There is silence, but also persistence
Oh,
This is the season when flowers bloom
This is our beauty
There is some greenness, some embarrassment
and some worth recalling
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