When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth. Youth, what a good word, light, or rich.
Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss. Maybe, now, I can understand.
Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone. What are they talking about? They wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful. ...
Those were the days before, and that was love made up of youth.
We were full of childishness at that time, but we were happy.
isn't it?
We went swimming and traveling side by side arm in arm.
Youth is a song, a sad and desolate song.
But when it is ripe, savor it.
It expresses not sadness, but
warmth
Youth is the music of love, a beating note.
This is a dream, flying wings.
This is my mother's work. Maybe she is not old, but she is still older and experienced more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.
Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling. People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya. Blue, the color of flowers and orchids, gently swaying, love floating in the wind. ...
Youth, is that right?
Youth tiptoes with blue poems. ...
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What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I praise youth because it is beautiful.
Short-lived.
Youth poetry
These little poems were written by letters when I was chatting with a beautiful girl on the Internet. Basically, nothing has changed. Although it is immature, it looks even worse. Here, I hope readers can recall those wonderful times with me, thus attracting more attention.
1
Flowers bloom at night.
But it opens in the window of the hater.
Morning dew adorned her youth.
But it accelerated her death.
2
I am dewdrop.
But you left in the morning.
Because of your stubbornness
I have no future.
three
Your praise is like a gentle breeze and drizzle.
I can't bear to prepare.
Your mouth is as thin as a peach blossom
My soul is no longer full of sadness.
four
Ok, let's take a break from the dusty songs.
My crying in the rain will be washed away immediately.
But your scar is in a bloody dream
I cannot cure you with love.
five
Your silence is like flowers all the way.
The quiet stream is still in front of your door.
You came to my town so sadly.
What are you looking for in a strange place?
six
Waiting is a withered flower.
Loneliness is the morning dew that hangs down after the flowers bloom.
The morning dew is the whisper of the breeze under your feet.
Whispering hearts have waited countless times.
seven
Falling flowers are floating in her dreams.
Your pity is hidden in the soil.
The awakening of winter is full of the affection of spring.
Your footsteps crossed the grass in early spring.
eight
The sun shines on your black hair every day.
What reason do you have to hide it quietly?
Write your name on the mosaic I prepared for you.
Just leave it on your way out.
nine
I'm looking for a place to make you happy.
You point to the sky and point to my heart.
I only have ruins waiting to be rebuilt.
But you said: there are new flowers, there are flowers.
10
Your appearance, cherry blossoms are bright at the edge of the cloud.
Your silence, green hills, enchanting jade and clean ice heart
I see your beautiful gaze through your mirror.
But destined to pass by and say goodbye to your wet figure.
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The afternoon I wrote this painting, everything was clear and refreshing.
Gradually filled with thoughts and your review.
Clouds gently touch your soft painter and avoid it.
I only expect a rain and my rough greeting under the umbrella.
12
Your limbs are flabby, curled up on the moon reflected at the bottom of the pool under the window.
Secretly block the frog's night cry. You smell good.
Cover my palace and stop all the dust from invading.
My fingers are willing to lean on your smooth skin and muscles all my life.
13
Gee, your heart beats faster than my cochlea.
The sharp red pearl touched me with the rain and dew.
Chapped lips. Thick light and shadow wake up the torrent on your back.
I embrace your furry meekness and walk in the lush jungle.
14
Really, I don't ask much.
Only this time the flowering period has been extended.
You hide your core and give up the new dew.
You gave your life to a stranger in the blink of an eye.
Youth poetry
Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I once again entered the memory of youth. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but now it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 30-year-old, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.
But, after all, I have been stationed in this life station. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness. And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times?
Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.
No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can I get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us.
Youth poetry
It's a flower, bright red ... but the flower of youth will always be forgotten ...
When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth. Youth, what a good word, light, or rich.
Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss. Maybe, now, I can understand.
Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone. What are they talking about? They wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful. ...
Those were the days before, and that was love made up of youth.
We were full of childishness at that time, but we were happy.
isn't it?
We went swimming and traveling side by side arm in arm.
Youth is a song, a sad and desolate song.
But when it is ripe, savor it.
It expresses not sadness, but
warmth
Youth is the music of love, a beating note.
This is a dream, flying wings.
This is my mother's work. Maybe she is not old, but she is still older and experienced more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.
Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling. People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya. Blue, the color of flowers and orchids, gently swaying, love floating in the wind. ...
Youth, is that right?
Youth tiptoes with blue poems. ...
Recite a poem praising youth
Youth is like a gorgeous flower.
Very beautiful and charming
Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.
innocent
Youth is limited.
Be sure to cherish it
What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I sing praises to youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.
Say goodbye to youth
Farewell, youth
Drunk all night
Now open the bottle and soak the herbs.
Carefully fill a small handleless wine cup with eight dollars.
Then taste it bit by bit.
A little bitter life
Farewell, youth
Smoke from an argument
Still lit one by one.
Spend a long day quickly
The difference is that I am willing to keep the peace.
Although, loneliness is a kind of relaxation.
Farewell, youth
We are in the hot sun and heavy rain.
Seven points smart, used for a smooth life.
Finally, fame and fortune raped chastity.
After earning comfort, I still feel something is missing.
Because I lost my soul and bid farewell to my youth.
Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
enjoy life
Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine,
You can't control your life, but you still knock me?
Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain,
Still whispering repeatedly: love life.
Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription,
It also says: Love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: make Libra with my life.
I want to measure the value of a person's life,
I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.
Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.
That winding path,
Through this winding path,
I just realized that life is so hard.
I came barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.
Plus the brambles in the way.
Let me leave blood behind every step.
I walk barefoot like a beggar,
Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,
As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,
This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.
But I have the personality to challenge the old forces.
Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.
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