Prose and poetry about youth

You are my youth. You came gently, with a little naughty. You are so naive and hypocritical. You came quietly, with a little dream. You are so cute. You are faint, fresh is your temperament, and simplicity is your wealth. I wanted to hold you in my arms, but you cried. Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity. Just because you are my youth. Happiness, like a ray of sunshine in the dark, opens the key to the soul and releases full enthusiasm; Happiness is like a picture in a screen, exquisite and elegant, stretching the hazy artistic conception; Happiness is like a poem in an essay, beautiful and eternal. Let your thoughts fly. Happiness is like a sparkling lake, a red flower in Shan Ye, an oasis with rolling yellow sand, and a cloudy day with accumulated water ... Oh, are you happy? Youth Poetry Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up eventually. Youth is a small river, but it will eventually dry up. Youth is a rainbow, but it will eventually disappear. Youth is a blooming flower, but it will eventually fade. Youth is a grain of sand in your hand. It has leaked out unconsciously. Although it is beautiful, it is a meteor in the sky. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish the years when it has left youth, and the waves of the whole body are rushing to the sea. I really want to catch the sun and the moon under the blue sky and in all corners of the country. It is true that the past has passed, and several romantic figures rely on the pride of the present. The smiling face of youth is rosy, the black hair is elegant, the beard is bright, the steps are light, and the whole body is full of vitality. The years of youth are young scenery, watching the clouds disappear freely, watching the sunshine everywhere, and watching the bright moonlight sing to the wine. Youth rejects powder, smile and posture, and beauty lies in nature. Nature full of youthful beauty. The feeling of youth is crystal clear, and there is a lyrical stream flowing in my chest. Laughter is clear and crisp, crying is incisive, love is pure romantic love, hate is plain hate, and emotions are as transparent as water. The expression on her face is like a cloud in the sky, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning can be seen at a glance. The heart of youth is full of longing, dreams and ideals. Young people, young hearts, do not beg for unyielding, never complain, never touch pain, even if frustrated, crying is also a song of emotional release. The soil of youth germinates love, and the love of youth flies in the sky. Love is pure, love is hazy, and love is painful. Even if it is lost, there is still a distant flute in the heart, playing the moonlight song every night. In the days of youth, I feel the raindrops are fresh, the autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, the snowflakes are like spring, the lovesickness is sweet, the fire in Shui Rou is warm, the wind is light and the stars are bright, the blue sky and white clouds are blue, the mountains are green, the paintings are everywhere, and everything is in love. . . . . . . Lips are not dirty or red, eyes are not bright; The sweetness of spring breeze, the fragrance of summer flowers, the purity of autumn frost and the whiteness of winter snow are all beautiful in the eyes of youth and turned into a long lyric poem; There is no persistent sadness in the eyes of youth. I insist on worrying about giving new words. Even though I know the taste of sadness, I still say: this is a cool autumn! Cherish friendship when you are young. You can do anything for your friends. You and your friends are like brothers. Pure friendship enriches your youth life. Youth is flying with ideals, colorful dreams, poetic songs, gorgeous poems and the youngest vitality of life. Youth flying, flying youth! Do your best in every season that belongs to you! On the horizon where the sun suddenly rises, the wind and colors of youth fly into a long and graceful youth landscape! The ending of youth has been written, and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forget how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a book that is too hasty. I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all the light and shadow are mutually reflecting and congenial. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you are willing to trace back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other without complaining. When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please be gentle with her, no matter how long you have been in love. If you can always be gentle with each other, all the moments are flawless and beautiful. If you have to part, say goodbye and thank her in your heart. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment will only be when you suddenly look back. I have no regrets, like a quiet night on the mountain. When I wake up in a strange city, your name is still on my lips, my love. I have been away from you for thousands of miles. I know that the flower season of 16 only blooms once, but I still care about the whiteness of my skirt, the feeling of being praised, loved and comforted, and shielding me from the exotic golden dream net. Love turned out to be a kind of wine and turned into miss. I raised my glass every night in a strange city. When Yao Xiang was sixteen, it was all written by Xi Murong. Very artistic, but I don't know if it suits you. This seems a bit vicissitudes ... youth, what a beautiful and poetic word. Some people say that youth is a song that plays a cheerful and wonderful melody; Some people say that youth is a painting, engraved with magnificent and romantic colors; Some people say that youth is a flower, emitting a faint fragrance. Since youth is so beautiful, how can we shine when we are young? The role models gave us the answer: the soldiers in the earthquake propped up the safety barrier with their strong backs; Give life hope with tenacious hands; Light up the light of youth with firm eyes! Paralympic athletes are physically and mentally disabled! Run to the end of victory with hard work and persistence; Draw a perfect arc with dreams; Describe the glory of youth with smiles and tears! There are also those scientific and technological personnel who are struggling in the front line of space, working day and night, accurate calculation, endless innovation and unknown dedication. Every wonderful thing comes from the wisdom of youth! At this time, we are having youth. If there is youth, there must be longing for spring, prosperity in summer, romance in autumn and depth in winter. We have youth, just like the sunrise rising forever; We have youth, just like a mountain stream flowing without restraint; We have youth, just like young silkworms emerge from their cocoons ... and when we were young, although we didn't have the momentum of "dancing in the mountains and chasing wax elephants", we had the spirit of "trying to compete with the weather" When we were young, we were down-to-earth and blue-headed In youth, we are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and dare to walk out of thorns and mud. When we were young, we poured our blood into the river and built a ship with confidence! When you are down and out, what you see is your own direction. When you are omnipotent, you will experience the bumps and hardships of the road. All efforts are only for the goal of struggle-dream! Dream, for yourself, more for others, realize, and then prove yourself! Friends, people in the middle reaches, give us strong arms and enthusiasm for others, for ourselves and for the years, and extend your hardworking hands! Hold up the sail of hope, let's ride the wind and waves and move towards a brilliant tomorrow! At the end of my speech, I want to send a message to all the young people today: Shushan immediately, Jinxiu screen bar, dare to ask youth without regrets; Learn to swim in the sea, don't look at the shore, smile and strive for the flow! Youth message Youth is blue, like a deep clear sky, like a charming ocean. Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy. Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland. Full of infinite vitality and vigor. Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun. Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless. I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves. Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song. Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons. Are the clouds of youth still hovering in the sky? The flower of youth suddenly opened without hesitation? Someone said? Perhaps the petals of youth treasured in the life album are just? A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten? An exciting smile? What am I trying to say? Light of youth? When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright? The flower of youth? Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow? The course of youth? If you don't persist in your struggle, you can't write a magnificent chapter. Look online, there are many! _ XIX。 The first four songs of mink are 1. Youth urges the sun and the moon, and blood writes youth. Looking at the general trend of the world, laughing and talking about ancient and modern times. At the foot of the stormy waves, there are thousands of horses in the chest, singing to the Buddha. Teenagers have lofty aspirations, in a word, they must do it. Come in the wind, go in the rain and see the truth. Let's take a look at three winters, colorful. Birds in the sky are singing, all people in the world are happy, and everything is new. Writing a new article today is the strongest voice of the times.