Youth Growth Poetry Recitation Draft 1
Youth without regrets
Text/Xi Murong
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
Recitation of Youth Growth Poetry II
In autumn, we harvest in our growth.
Author: Street Pavilion Soul
The setting sun sprinkled every piece of rubble from the other side.
Toona sinensis got rid of a paper engagement.
The finger wearing a diamond ring suffers from rheumatism.
Corn stalks were stuffed into the stove mouth one by one.
The magpie leaves the nest in a posture.
The old cow at the entrance of the village is still ruminating loneliness.
The story dripped from sharpened eyes.
High-heeled boots deform when walking.
Autumn appeared.
The full moon reflects your shadow.
Whose name is like a nursery rhyme?
A bunch of grapes disappeared from my world.
The pulley is also covered with hemp rope.
A pot of dry cigarettes runs out of energy.
I'll wait for you at the corner of the ancient city wall where the skin has fallen off.
Peeping season from ear temples to forehead.
A shovel broke the earthworm's waist.
Counting the days passing by.
The shelf is full of moon cakes.
A circle rolled from throat to heart.
I am wandering in a strange city.
Witness the tranquility of the coming starry sky in Daichi Sumeragi.
When snoring comes from the broken door.
We grew up with strong nostalgia.
Youth Growth Poetry Recitation Draft 3
About growth
Author: Zhu Sanshou
You can't beat the cold reality.
In the end, I lost to my own persistence.
I am trying to build a tomorrow for myself.
I found that there are many forks in the road waiting for me to choose.
I didn't go with the flow,
But gave up the challenge to the difficulties.
I don't like the tearful ending,
But in the face of success, I cried again and again.
Since I chose to follow,
Then let me be full of love and awe for reality.
Maybe one day I will look back and find that,
Actually, my ideal is not like this.