A few poems about kites

1.& lt& lt flying youth >>

In the flower season of childhood

You have a dream.

A longing childlike innocence

You have a dream.

On the jade screen of memory

You have a dream.

In the distant expectation

You have a dream.

In your dream, you have happy tears.

-A beautiful little kite

You are holding a thin thread.

Running in the field of hope

Scatter a bunch of laughter and songs.

The camera captured the moving figure.

Hold one end in your hand and look at the other end.

I hope to climb my arms and rise to the sky.

Your eyes are like a pool of water.

So clear and profound.

Like the little girl in Andersen's fairy tales.

You also put on a kite jacket.

Dancing in the air

Tears soaked your heart.

I remember a long time ago.

You have an equally beautiful kite.

But soon, in the excitement and joy,

Be blown down by the ruthless wind

You hide your sadness in your heart.

You hold the hand of hope.

Yes, one day.

You will realize that colorful dream.

Have a world that truly belongs to you.

2<& lt Flying Youth >>

Time flies, the footprint of dreams still exists;

Tears dried up, leaving vivid tears on his face;

Memory faded; The idea of jumping is strong;

As time goes by, the connotation of youth deepens. ...

Youth is like a song, beautiful and euphemistic. We should let it fly freely and make it brighter in the ideal sky.

Youth is like a poem with endless aftertaste. We want to let it fly and let it echo in the valley where we dream of flying.

Youth is like a novel, ups and downs. We should let it fly and make it charming on the young stage.

Youth is like a picture scroll, fresh and moving. We should let it fly freely, let it fly freely!

Youth is like a cradle, showing our lingering thoughts;

Youth is like a spinning wheel, spinning our feelings;

Youth is like a mirror, reflecting our willfulness and impulse;

Youth, like a folk song, sings our helplessness and sadness;

Youth is like a kite, courageously rushing to the sky, embracing the fiery sun and feeling the burning passion.

Oh, youth, our youth, we want you to go, to pursue our ideals, to express our youth's freehand brushwork and to release our passion.