Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
Youth quartet
(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 debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song 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 the passion that has passed away?
(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.
You are my youth.
You came quietly,
With a little naughty.
You are so naive,
Hypocrisy is irresistible
You came quietly,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You're weak,
Freshness is your temperament,
Simplicity is your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
Youth without emotion
< 1 >
When I look back again,
The one in the back.
Yao Ming waved his hand for a long time.
but
Still nothing.
Only the leaves on those trees in the back.
In the wind
Show off gently
< 2 >
In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly bleeding.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
A few finches are jumping under the eaves, looking here from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
< 3 >
There are still seven or eight stars scattered on the hay that has not fallen for a long time.
A bird lay quietly in the grass, as if it had been dead for a long time.
I walked through this place, but I couldn't find my deep mark.
The clear river is covered with leaves of all sizes.
Many traps were laid leisurely in a wide valley.
Step on the accumulated fallen leaves carefully.
Find the way with a particularly gentle voice.
Sometimes you will find the shell casings left by old hunters in the years.
I suddenly realized that it was originally composed of some beautiful petals.
Steel plate
< 4 >
Is it to pray for the song of the wind again for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years?
Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again?
Is it for the soul to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it because of that unique banana that it continues to wander in the empty fantasy world?
Day after day, I was soaked in rain and exhausted by the scorching sun.
Day after day, dusty footprints make the ground fuzzy.
How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang?
The environment is getting worse and worse, and we can't hit a brand-new human being.
The bitterness and saltiness of past lives still surround the dam you stepped on.
< 5 >
Sitting by the river, sitting on the rough black beach.
I'm thinking about that vast wasteland and yellow mud again.
I have been away from home for a long time, and there is nothing left.
The most disgusting silence is easygoing.
Let the footsteps of the years drift the black floating soil into a blank.
The two mouths finally became a muddled dead sea.
After millions of storms, it is still immortal silence.
< 6 >
Laughter came from a distance.
Flip the pages on the table with the wind.
It's like you're approaching through the distant waves.
This is a lotus flower that blooms in the snowfield in winter. . . . . .
youth
Those infinite memories
Slip out of the track of life quietly
Like a gap in the table.
From this year to next year
year after year
Record happiness and sadness
Confirmed the joys and sorrows.
Left traces of our growth.
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Youth without Complaints (Xi Murong _ Taiwan Province Province)
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
Shen Qing
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.
youth
Youth is the most beautiful flower season in life.
Youth is like poetry
Youth is picturesque
Youth is charming.
Just like spring longs for the hurried steps of summer.
Youth is intriguing.
Like the twilight, I found the last glory of Cai Xia.
perhaps
Youth is just a mountain flower beside the green mountains and green waters.
Accidentally withered.
perhaps
Youth is just a mountain fog.
Not being touched by the sun will not become a drop of nectar.
perhaps
Youth is just a good horse.
Be bold and unrestrained in the vast wilderness
No goal will go astray.
perhaps
Youth is only a milestone in life.
Engrave the past and predict the future.
perhaps
Youth is just a plot.
It's hard to read her secret without being there.
Youth is speechless
Youth without complaining
Youth without regrets.
The footsteps of youth pass through the mountains.
Walking through the grass and golden beaches
Looking for blue dreams
Youth will not be depressed by storms.
Youth will not be dried by lightning.
Youth will not blame others for tomorrow's cloudy day.
It is the aura of heaven and earth.
Essence of the sun and moon
Give youth strength.
Also mixed with the charm and romance of spring.
torrid summer
The richness and elegance of autumn
And the purity and tranquility of winter
youth
Will play the most powerful melody for the strugglers.
youth
Will write the most magnificent poems for the creator.
Poems of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Young Yu Man
The past can only be recalled.
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful words
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
A fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
Xue Yong
Knock on my curtain.
Drift into my eyes
You were as strong as before last night.
You are so gentle today.
I have missed your heart for a long time
Don't be so anxious.
I just hate being born around you.
Enjoy the romantic winter.
Leng Yue is windy.
Pick mulberry seeds and sing snow.
Silver is wrapped in mountains and rivers.
I was on cloud nine last night.
It's floating again today
Beautiful night in Xue Rui.
Ice sculptures and jade carvings are thousands of miles away.
Yi Li Shu Hua
Mankuo pear
The spring breeze passes through Yumen Pass.
Jade is floating in the sky,
Like catkins, like incense, like eyes flying.
For nine days,
All over the world.
Sansu silver lock,
Pink pear is drunk.
I prefer to be cold at the age of three friends,
How charming it is to decorate Guanshan.
Young Yu Man
The past can only be recalled.
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful words
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
Fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
Long live the youth preface poem
Wang Meng
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly
I am a young eagle,
I have never been able to open my eyes;
I am a young eagle,
Only open your little yellow mouth desperately;
I am a young eagle,
The wings have not yet grown plump feathers;
I am a young eagle,
I can only pat that delicate arm.
But,
I am an eagle,
With all the sounds you hear:
I want to open my eyes,
I want to fly with all my wings,
I want to have that vast sky.
I'm yelling,
Set lofty goals;
I am a descendant of the eagle,
I want to hit the sky!
fourth
Happy,
Like a ray of sunshine in the dark,
The key to the soul,
Release full enthusiasm;
Happy,
Like a picture on the screen,
Exquisite and elegant,
Stretch the hazy mood;
Happy,
Like a line of poetry in an essay,
Handsome and eternal,
Let go of your rising thoughts,
Happy,
Like a sparkling lake,
Like the red flowers in Shan Ye,
Like an oasis of yellow sand,
Just like a sunny day with water. ...
Oh, are you happy?
Love is not the only thing worthy of praise,
We can celebrate youth and life,
Although we are still too young,
I haven't experienced too many ups and downs, too many ups and downs.
It's not just powerful people that are worth pursuing.
We can pursue our ideals and happiness.
Although we are still too young,
Not too much experience, too much wealth.
Success is not the only reason to celebrate.
We can celebrate setbacks and failures.
Although we are still too young,
Did not enjoy too much success, too much joy.
Although we are young,
But the world will be burned by the enthusiasm released by young people.
The light produced by this combustion,
Will lead the world forward!
The morning sun,
Full of the tenderness of moonlight,
Crystal ice ridges on the eaves,
Drop a tear,
Under its gentle touch,
The sun melts slowly,
Draw a soft wind quietly.
That thin face.
On that snowy night,
Where are you?
Taste Hawaiian fruit liqueur;
Or dancing with the beach girl in the tide?
At this time, it is almost noisy.
A city about to wake up in the sun,
We have to start repeating countless scenes from yesterday.
At the beginning of a new day,
The ice ridge finally melted.
In the sunshine of spring rain ...
I like it best.
youth
Author: Xi Murong
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 hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is 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.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered 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 cloudy sky
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 blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
Youth after a storm comes a calm [editor's recommendation]
1. Morning
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Walk with those indifferent people
A cold day
Cold rain
In the cold air
Count how many cold people there are.
2. passers-by
Youth,
That's the only way
Inadvertently, youth won.
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
A seal is an eternal label.
3. Lake
Teenagers' imagination,
Dreams in Paradise Garden
Life is a magnificent garden.
Love is the brightest rose.
The future is blue and far away.
Rain in June and drought in July
Sprinkle water and bake at will
Once pure and plain water.
lonely
It's nine o'clock today.
My poem
Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear
Tears in the sky
Has been hit hard on the ground.
My people
Wandering outside the window of heaven
begad
Sleeping in chains at Genting.
5. It won't be Don Quixote, will it
Through heaven
I'm just passing by.
Just myself.
Silence continued in the clearing.
Turn all corners.
Add another dress.
Take a sip of spring water.
Or a person