The past can only be recalled.
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful words
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
Fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
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Long live the youth preface poem
Wang Meng
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly
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I am a young eagle,
I have never been able to open my eyes;
I am a young eagle,
Only open your little yellow mouth desperately;
I am a young eagle,
The wings have not yet grown plump feathers;
I am a young eagle,
I can only pat that delicate arm.
But,
I am an eagle,
With all the sounds you hear:
I want to open my eyes,
I want to fly with all my wings,
I want to have that vast sky.
I'm yelling,
Set lofty goals;
I am a descendant of the eagle,
I want to hit the sky!
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Happy,
Like a ray of sunshine in the dark,
The key to the soul,
Release full enthusiasm;
Happy,
Like a picture on the screen,
Exquisite and elegant,
Stretch the hazy mood;
Happy,
Like a line of poetry in an essay,
Handsome and eternal,
Let go of your rising thoughts,
Happy,
Like a sparkling lake,
Like the red flowers in Shan Ye,
Like an oasis of yellow sand,
Just like a sunny day with water. ...
Oh, are you happy?
Fifth place
Love is not the only thing worthy of praise,
We can celebrate youth and life,
Although we are still too young,
I haven't experienced too many ups and downs, too many ups and downs.
It's not just powerful people that are worth pursuing.
We can pursue our ideals and happiness.
Although we are still too young,
Not too much experience, too much wealth.
Success is not the only reason to celebrate.
We can celebrate setbacks and failures.
Although we are still too young,
Did not enjoy too much success, too much joy.
Although we are young,
But the world will be burned by the enthusiasm released by young people.
The light produced by this combustion,
Will lead the world forward!
Sixth
The morning sun,
Full of the tenderness of moonlight,
Crystal ice ridges on the eaves,
Drop a tear,
Under its gentle touch,
The sun melts slowly,
Draw a soft wind quietly.
That thin face.
On that snowy night,
Where are you?
Taste Hawaiian fruit liqueur;
Or dancing with the beach girl in the tide?
At this time, it is almost noisy.
A city about to wake up in the sun,
We have to start repeating countless scenes from yesterday.
At the beginning of a new day,
The ice ridge finally melted.
In the sunshine of spring rain ...