Youth is a small river, but it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow, which will eventually disappear.
Youth is a blooming flower, but it will fade one day.
Youth is the fine sand in your hand, which is lost unconsciously.
Youth is a meteor in the sky, but beauty is fleeting.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness, and I should cherish it.
Let go of youth, we have the purity of crystal, and we have the vitality of grass.
Youth, we have the fiery youth like sunshine, and we have the ambition like an eagle.
Youth grows with us. Youth is our hope for the world.
Flying into the unknown world in the sky, youth gives us infinite reverie.
Describe the years and youth in the dream world, leaving us with good memories.
In the trajectory of life, we are young and frivolous, with different vitality, different styles and different dreams.
Let's fly our youth and look for a different future.
The Song of Youth in Modern Poetry
Holding the pen tip without direction, driving the sail of youth to the ends of the earth, never parking.
Stepping on the blue waves of the times, dancing with the rhythm of the years, rippling with ordinary youth, breaking waves and bathing people's hearts.
Put the ideal on the ship, sail and sing in autumn, run the river in spring, set up glaciers in winter, swim in the galaxy in summer and cook the horn of labor.
Eating spicy hot pot and playing with the waste of annual rings have created the accumulation of years.
Young people are struggling hard, the sun is intertwined, the sweat is combed in the soil, and the fruit of aromatic coffee is ripe.
Smiling at Yaotai's mother, praising the hero's countless feats and listening to the song of youth shining through the sun and moon.
It is not difficult to grind iron into needles when the footsteps of youth step on the mud balls of mountains and rivers. Diligence and courage can eliminate the bubble of difficulties.
Thousands of dollars, waves of rice, hundreds of millions of flowers of science and technology, the years that have passed, the years that have not yet arrived.
Hiding the noise and bumps of the wind and rain, we tug at the rope woven by youth and tug-of-war with the years.
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.
ideal
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
The ideal person is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring has just started, and the sky is sunny.