1, Jin advises you not to cherish gold and to cherish your 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. When Xie Lingyun wrote "You Nan Ting", it was dusk and the clouds returned 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.
3. Meng Jiao's "Persuasion" attacks stones with fire, there is no smoke without fire. 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?
4, "Youth" Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
Suddenly forgot.
What kind of beginning?
in ancient times
A summer gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you
It's like passing clouds.
And your smiling face
Extremely shallow and light
Gradually become unknown
Clouds after sunset
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate predestined it.
Extremely clumsy
With tears in my eyes
I read it again and again.
But I have to admit.
youth
This is a sloppy book.
5. Four songs of youth
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I corrected my mistake with my own tears.
Playing a song of prime minister's thoughts on a snowy night
(2) Unrequited love
look at you
Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But once the * * *?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves.
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.
Ask for some poems about youth (preferably modern) ~ ~ ~
From the surging Xiangjiang River.
From the beautiful shore of Xiao Shui.
Full of pride and expectation
Walking on the land in the south
Leave a string of deep and shallow footprints.
Step out of a euphemistic and passionate song of youth.
Unfamiliar faces
A completely new environment
Taste the ups and downs of life
But sincere greetings.
Thoughtful blessing
The wind and rain are warm.
Looking for the land in the south.
One side is its own blue sky and pure land.
Colorful world
Naive mind accepted the noise and helplessness of the city.
Real hands compose poems of dreams.
Pursue the grassland of the soul
Trekking in the bright office building
The story of seeking dreams in the south is no longer buried by an affair.
Longing eyes open on a full moon night in a foreign land.
Life far away from home.
A feeling of being close to home.
On the land in the south
Have my happy years.
You are infinitely wonderful.
A flower of hope watered by sweat
A helpless day baptized by tears
More regretless youth.
Years burn * * * ...
A poem about spring (modern) Zheng Zhenduo's "Information of Spring"
Willow woke up,
Open your tired eyes slightly.
Warm spring breeze,
Dress him in green.
What bright sunshine!
The willow tree opened the gate,
Meet this brilliant morning sun.
The happy children laughed.
"Spring is coming, coming,
The willows are coming out.
A poem describing modernity: the day I left home.
night
The way back to my hometown is always at the moment when I close my eyes.
Go deep into my heart and wander with my memory.
on the way home
It filled my childhood.
Sadness and joy are mixed. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
Touching the heart is like a clear spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
Find some poems about phoenix, ancient poems, modern ones, preferably ancient poems! Climb the Phoenix Terrace from Nanjing.
Lipper
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.
Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Quotations from Li Ping.
Li he
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
married couple
Li shangyin
Old mirror students, old phoenix can't live.
Money forgives peacocks and pheasants.
The prince adjusts the pigs, and the purple mud falls from heaven to earth.
There is no difference between the clouds and the roads, and we should not lose sight of each other.
Ask for a poem about loneliness? Not ancient poems, but modern snake Feng Zhi.
My loneliness is a snake,
Silent.
In case you dream about it,
Please don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion,
With warm homesickness in my heart:
It wants dense grasslands-
Gorgeous black silk on your head.
It's as light as the moon shadow.
Walk past you;
It takes away your dreams,
Like a crimson flower.
There is another song, I forget who wrote it. It seems that this is all for the full text.
The wings of a butterfly are a book.
Openness is loneliness.
Closing the door is also lonely.
Modern poems describing youth should rhyme with Xi Murong's Youth. When it rained when I was young, heaven was closed.
pedestrian
Passerby: Youth,
It's the only way, huh?
Inadvertently, Shao Hua wins extremely;
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,
The seal was labeled as eternal.
It is also ok to ask for a poem about youth.
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
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.
Ancient poems about youth, youth can't stay, and white hair naturally grows.
Poems describing modern bamboo & gt
I am in this lonely land.
My heart is extremely empty.
Thick hair.
But it can't hide its sensitivity and sharpness.
I use the edge factor to measure time.
What am I expecting?
Spring, please come quickly.
Let this bud fill my emptiness.
Modern Poetry and Bamboo
Bamboo, the most affectionate time.
Pen, touch your branches and leaves
Your rustling sound
I began to tell
An enduring story
You pierced the last layer of soil.
Penetrating the first layer of sunlight
Come to this world
You move on.
Old node
Replaced by a new node
New node
Replaced by an updated node
I always want to use my own.
Steps to be measured
You walked a long way.
Sometimes, my steps
It is not easy. You are.
Never Back Down
Bamboo, it's winter now
My world is possible.
It will snow. And your world.
There will never be winter.
This makes me very happy.