Poetry recitation in praise of youth

In the era of continuous progress, you must have seen the classic recitation, which means reading clearly and loudly. It is a creative activity that transforms written works into audio language. Then what kind of reading is a good reading? The following is a poem that I compiled to praise youth. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Wings of youth

I like lying in bed alone.

Let the wind take away the scattered moonlight

Blow into my warm room

Oblique microwave quietly accompany me to sleep.

I like to lean against the window alone.

Let the morning glow walk out of the window

Drill through a gauze curtain as thin as a cicada's wing

Gently touch my sleepy face.

I like to walk into the mountains alone.

Quiet as a cocoon.

Free from the interference of the complex world

And then freely realize your dreams.

I like sitting at the table alone.

Turn on your favorite player.

Let melodious music permeate your heart.

Chew the beauty of today and recall the bitterness of the past.

I like sitting alone in front of the screen.

Open the space of friends QQ.

Read their feelings about life.

See if they are all happy. Still.

I have banished my soul to the sky.

I am determined to ignite my passion for love.

The wings of youth have spread.

Even if the dream is broken, my life will be colorful.

youth

Clouds are still hovering in the sky.

The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation.

someone says that

Youth petals treasured in life photo album

Maybe it's just

A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten.

An exciting smile.

I want to say ... ...

Belong to me forever

When the Ran Ran rises, it will be dawn.

Flower of youth

Will glow after wind, frost, rain and snow.

The course of youth

Poetry of youth

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.