There are many most beautiful poems about youth, post a few, some are long and some are short
Youth Poems
Youth is a beautiful dream
But there will be a day when you wake up from the dream
Youth is like a small river
But there will be a day when it dries up
Youth is like a rainbow
But one day it will eventually disappear
Youth is like a blooming flower
But it will eventually fade one day
Youth is like fine sand held in the hand< /p>
It has slipped away without realizing it
Youth is a shooting star in the sky
Although beautiful, it passes away in an instant
Youth is left behind by happiness The fragrance of the fragrance
I want to cherish it and it has left
Four Songs of Youth
(1) March Snow
Three There was a snowfall in the moon
My mother left without a trace
Not only the winter sunshine disappeared in the sky
There were also the flying figures of pigeons< /p>
The strings were broken
I cried on the mountaintop deep in the clouds
March is the season when flowers bloom
And my harvest is indeed the withered flowers of the world
On the snowy road
Withered leaves dancing
I sit on the ground
Night Looking up at the door of heaven at night
And the river that cannot be crossed
The stars have long since disappeared
There is no caress of the moon on the ditch
I am debugging on my own tears
Playing a song of lovesickness on a snowy night
(2) Secret love
Looking at you helplessly
Spread the tender green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dim sky in winter
p>No beautiful birds flying over
A lonely pool of stagnant water
No fish swimming happily
I fly into the sky
p>Looking down at the flower projected on the flowing water
I found that it has turned yellow in the wind of time
Childhood is a complete mirror
Youth is gone It is a mottled leaf
Who is covering the mountains and valleys with worries
Who is sleeping on the long dream of white clouds
The cuckoo night in spring Singing at night
Is it the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Flower shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I Open the window
The sun ran in
Kicked the shadows out
I heard the sound of loneliness breaking
The broken sky where birds flew by The silk-like youthful water surface
Isn’t it my sadness that sparkles
Forget it all
The poisonous wine I once drank
The once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted
In this beautiful March
Let us listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams
2.
You are my youth
You came gently,
with a little naughtiness.
You are so innocent,
Hypocrisy cannot be forced.
You came gently,
with a little dream,
You are so cute.
You came quietly,
freshness is your temperament,
simply your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But, you cried.
So, I will no longer blaspheme your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
3.
Youth has no clues
<1>
When I look back again
The place behind me
I have clearly waved my hand for a long time
But
still nothing can be seen
Only the leaves on the trees behind me
In the wind
Swaying gently
<二>
In these quiet days, I always look out the window silently
Look at the bare tree, it looks like a single old man spending the winter
The frozen wounds on his body are still slowly flowing with stagnant blood
The solitary branches are naked and scattered The hair is blowing by the cold wind
The roots are shaking wildly
A few birds are jumping under the eaves and looking here from time to time
But never far away from their warm home
The sun is always shining palely in the solemn sky
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After passing through the faces again and again, nothing remains
<三>
The dry grassland where snow has not fallen for a long time is still scattered with seven or eight stars
A bird lies quietly in the grass as if it has been dead for a long time
I have walked through this place, but I can’t find the profound mark I left behind
That The clear river was filled with leaves of all sizes
Many traps were leisurely created in a wide valley
Stepping carefully on the accumulated fallen leaves
Distinguish the direction in an unusually gentle sound
Occasionally find the bullet casing left by the old hunter, Time
I suddenly realize that it was originally cast from some beautiful petals< /p>
Steel pieces
Are they praying again for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years?
Is it for the end of the song to bring your wandering soul to life again?
Is it for that soul to transcend a single banana tree that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it for that soul? Did that single banana tree continue this erratic front in the hazy world?
The sky is soaked in rain and sunburned day by day, and the ground is exhausted
But it is a blur that is stirred by the footprints of dust day by day
How many times have tears filled the oceans and oceans
But the environment is gradually getting worse and cannot create a new one. Human beings
The bitter and salty life in the previous life still surrounds the embankment for your steps
<五>
Sitting by the river again, sitting on the rough and black On the sand and gravel
I was imagining the vast wasteland and the dim mud day again
The home that I had been away from for a long time was gone
I hate death the most The silence is more accommodating than anything else
The footprints of the years have turned the dark floating soil into a blank space
The two mouths have finally become a muddy dead sea
Ren Jing A million kinds of wind and rain or eternal silence
Laughter came one after another from afar
The wind turned the pages of the books on the table< /p>
It seems like you are approaching from afar on the waves
It is the lotus blooming in the snowy fields in winter. . . . . .
Youth
Those vague memories
Quietly slipping away from the trajectory of life
Just like the scratches on the table
From this year to next year
Year after year
Recording the joys and sorrows
Confirming the joys and sorrows
Left The traces of our growth
Poetry "Youth"
——Chenqing
The flowers of youth bloom and fade, making me tired but not regretful,
The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but unbearable.
The gentle wind and green dreams, the gentle morning and dusk,
The faint clouds and the faint tears, the faint years.
With a bit of wandering joy, I just left like this and never came back.
No one hinted at the boring feeling of homesickness in my youth.
I want to cling tightly to every piece of golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washes away my accumulated sadness.
I met her in full bloom in that distant spring scenery.
It was filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me to sing for you. From now on, I will not be able to sleep every night.
Allow me to cry for you. In the tears, I can fly freely.
The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes.
The days in the dream are many but I start to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that green hillside,
waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world.
The flowers of youth bloom and fade, which makes me tired but not regretful.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but unbearable and haggard.
The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk,
The passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years.
1. Youth is a beautiful dream
But one day you will wake up from the dream
Youth is a small river
But it will eventually dry up One day
Youth is like a rainbow
But it will disappear one day
Youth is like a blooming flower
But it will eventually wither One day
Youth is like fine sand in the hand
It has been leaked out unknowingly
Youth is like a shooting star in the sky
< p>Although beautiful, it passes away in an instantYouth is the fragrance left behind by happiness
I want to cherish it and it has gone
2.
Gazing at the willow shadows on the shore, I walked back into the memory of my youth. The world was once a world of green grass and flowers, but today it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a thirty-year-old person, playing the chord of youth is probably a bit outdated.
However, after all, I have stayed in this life station. Look at those crooked footsteps on the road, aren't they just the footprints of a toddler? When you listen to that simple willow flute tune, isn't it the call of your heart? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, without falsehood or sorrow. And those frivolous things are the footprints of my youth. That was the path I took when I was confused by the ups and downs of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember vividly was a time of distress, a time of fanatical passion and shocking slogans. I also studied hard in the cold window, always wanting to get rid of the gift of ten years of catastrophe to our generation - the childish dust and shallow mud of the ignorant cloudy sky. However, who can escape the filthy air of the times?
What is gratifying is that I am awake and I understand that life is the alternating weaving of sentimentality and joy, and the constant transposition of bravery and cowardice.
No failures and setbacks, no pain and hesitation. So how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can I get rid of the childish and shallow footprints? So I looked ahead and seemed to see a harvest season coming towards us. . . . .
Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a river that never stops. Youth is a book that can never be tired of reading. Youth is a cup of endless tea. Youth is a tower that stands in the forest of nations. The peak is engraved with thousands of words
"Meeting is a song" - the theme song of the Red Cross Party Couple
You once said to me that meeting is a song
Eye It is the sea of ??spring, youth is the river of green
You once said to me that meeting is a song
The eyes are the sea of ??spring, youth is the river of green...
"The True Story of Youth" - Shuimu Nianhua
Youth is like an open door and you can't go back once you step out of it
The treasure you chase, the happiness you hold tightly is as short-lived as falling flowers
p>La... we laughed and said there is no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid
La... is always the correct answer in the book
La... We cried and said we won't look back, we won't look back, we won't look back
La... life doesn't need any answers
Black and white youth after colorful disillusionment Ah...
"Youth Album" Kami Boy
(All) I give you my heart as a souvenir of this love, it will be fresh any time you open it
With me by my side, all the bitterness will turn into sweetness. Open your eyes and see eternity
Give me your heart as a memorial. Only with your blessing can my dream be complete
No matter how strong the storm is, I We will move forward bravely. Our love is embedded in the memory album of youth...
"Youth Invincible"
The world looks at me and here we stand together
Stretch out with both hands The sky is youthful and invincible
The mind is super sharp when you stride forward
One light and one heart in an instant
Infinite creativity and a natural tacit understanding between you and me, no need to explain
Just work hard and you won’t lose.
Be energetic and shout that youth is invincible...
"Youth Dance" (everyone has sung it)
The flowers have withered and they will still bloom tomorrow
My youth has gone without a trace
The little bird of my youth has gone and will never come back
The little bird of my youth will never come back
It’s like that
It’s like that
The little bird of my youth will never come back...< /p>
"Youth and Ageless" COOKING
Beauty is the most shocking thing to lose
Using props actually means going to fairyland
But some magic calls me every year 16 years old
And it is said that youth can never fade away...
"Youth Joy" Teresa Teng
Youth Joy, Youth Joy
I am with you, you are with me
Let a string of laughter
fill our hearts...
"Youth on Fire" Zhang Yusheng, Yao Kejie, Tai Zhengxiao, Zhang Qina
Let the fire of youth burn forever
Let life lightning flash across the horizon
Exchange time with all your enthusiasm
[ Let the dreams of youth have no end
Let the fire of youth burn forever
Let the lightning of life flash across the horizon
Make a promise to the vast starry sky
Let young hearts never change...
"Apocalypse of Youth" Zheng Zhihua
When did naive emotions
put on the cloak of hypocrisy< /p>
No honest face can be seen
Everyone is wearing a mask
Love seems to have become something that can be calculated
Game
Try to give up in order to survive
The right to dream
Because we have to grow up
Because we have to mature
Because we have to grow up and mature
in order to protect ourselves...