A poem about youth 1 I carefully adjust the temperature of love.
Afraid that a mistake will lead to deterioration.
I will take good care of it.
Plead for an extension of hope
Just like you.
I look forward to the end.
An account after the end
there is nothing to say
There are still two years left.
Am I responsible for my study?
Or fail my studies.
refugee
I can't be a great man.
I hope
I will be a scholar.
live and learn; no end learning
How I wish I could drown in the sea.
Humble hope will appear in this century?
Just these two years.
I have a good comfort.
Everything will be fine.
My humble hope
I hope so.
A short poem about youth 2: 1, "Youth" Author: Happiness Inscription: My youth now is pain in memory, laughter in tears, constant farewell, hard work, youth, no flowers in the sun, no lovers beside flowers, no sweetness between lovers, no bitterness after sweetness, youth, pure youth, and lang lang in the classroom.
2, "To Youth" Author: landscape moths put out the fire, and finally left some memories, the sun and the moon are still the same, unaware that time is in a hurry, youth is crazy, youth is not long, maybe once drunk, it will solve the Millennium world of mortals. We have the capital of youth, but we can't afford to waste time. We control our own future, but youth comes only once and never comes back.
3, "To Youth" Author: I am tired of watching spring for thousands of years, and I am tired of playing and sleeping in the yard in midsummer. I am used to bragging in front of female students, pointing out the mountains and great men, it is not difficult to drink a few cups, and there is no burden for barbecuing my stomach for many nights. I am willing to sing loudly at midnight, brag a lot, and stay up late with my first girlfriend on a snowy night, with endless whispers in love. Your distant back can't see me, tears for you. Youth is a flash in the pan, snow lotus on the mountain, a daughter's comfortable smile, and a rising sun all over the sky.
A short poem about youth 3 1, farewell to friends.
Dondum
After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is struggling with life.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.
Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens.
2. The topic of "Lu eats a new water pavilion and sends a doctor to South Hangzhou"
Tang Zhu Xuan Jing
Dan threshold initial structure, solitary crown Qingchuan.
The court is close to the trees in the valley, and the eaves fall down and the springs rise.
Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated.
Youth is like water, when will happiness return?
3. Youth without Complaints
Xi Murong
When you are young, if you love someone, please, please be gentle with him.
No matter how long or short you have been in love, if you can always be gentle with each other, then all the moments will be flawless and beautiful.
If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that when you look back suddenly, there will be no regrets in youth without resentment, such as the quiet full moon on the mountain.
4. "The name of the script was given to two little boys."
Don Liu Changqing
Frequently born in a foreign land, how many joys and sorrows are in the body.
I want to be ashamed of my white hair, and I think of my youth every time I watch a children's play.
I don't know who deserves the Lord, and I don't want to be separated from others.
I'm glad I didn't get married until I was old, but my family is relatively covered with towels.
5. Youth
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But never, never been here.
6. Goodbye, youth
Time is a door.
Love is a net.
I stand outside the door of time.
Look at the struggling time on the Internet.
Scar on the left atrium
Have a nice name
This is called beautiful pain.
Years have turned the annual rings round and round.
These puzzles are no longer eternal.
Those pictures of playing house in open-backed pants
Has faded into a yellow "memory"
The brave words of galloping the world.
Evaporated into clouds
Dissipate with the wind
be
We have grown old.
Those sorrows
Brilliant as fireworks
Breeze blowing
all
Return to dullness
7. Xi Huayin
Tang Baojun emblem
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.
Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.
A little poem about youth. In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly bleeding.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
Several birds are jumping under the eaves.
Look this way from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
Five short poems about youth: youth.
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
A short poem about youth 6 to youth
It's hot summer again,
With a whole piece of glitz,
In silence,
Smile away Bai Yutang on the fence.
In this weather,
Always suitable for nostalgia,
Miss the youth that can't go back.
Youth goes again,
In the old brick wall, there are paulownia flowers, and white shoes are covered with mud. In early summer,
We play together,
Swear:
No matter how muddy it is, we must break into the world together.
Later, later,
We set out with different dreams, even if the reality is bleak and the years are mature,
Sleepy under the little star.
But not afraid of anything,
Even if it is against the world,
Also want to arrive;
Even if you deviate from the whole world, you must have your own way of living.
Youth is gone,
Miss only a little leisure, hands guard the fireworks of youth, even if the pain is not put down.
Past and present,
The breeze and the bright moon are just a hurried scenery; Gorgeous red flowers,
But wearing dyed hair.
As it turns out,
This is a message for young people,
Say goodbye to the sad expression of the old days.
To youth,
To you, me and him who were stubborn in those years, to the hands that were clenched in those years,
A painting full of time and life carvings.