Chapter One: Reading Draft of Youth Inspirational Poetry
Youth is blue, like an endless 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 vigor and vitality, full of expectation, willing to selfless dedication to 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.
Chapter Two: Youth Inspirational Poetry Recitation
Remember yesterday?
Come into this world crying.
Open your ignorant eyes and look at this colorful world.
Care for every heartbeat with life,
Remember yesterday?
The afternoon sun hit my face.
Map your green and slightly immature face.
Seriously think about the journey of life.
Remember yesterday?
Hiding alone in a dark corner
Listen to the tired breath at night with your soul.
Pay tribute to the dead love.
When one day I open my dusty thoughts.
Suddenly I found myself leaving in such a hurry.
I haven't carefully browsed the lost youth.
The pace behind me is so bleak and lonely.
Time always turns around inadvertently.
The body of youth has been separated from the body.
Gradually moving towards death.
When one day we don't feel it.
Youth is born again.
Chapter III: Youth Inspirational Poetry Recitation
Men always miss towards the distant,
Towards the distant is to make life more brilliant.
Walking on the rugged road,
Young eyes are full of dreams and ideas.
Whether walking alone or together,
Let every footprint be solid and powerful.
We learn to endure pain.
Learn to collect tears like pearls,
Save all your tears on the day of success,
On that day, even the Wang Yang sea.
We learn to deal with misunderstandings.
Learn to taste the bitter wine of life slowly like drinking.
No matter how many grievances and hardships life has experienced,
We always have young faces,
Wake up every morning.
We learn to deal with rumors.
Learn to calmly deal with the vicissitudes of the world,
Don't be surprised when you face it suddenly, and don't be angry when you add it for no reason.
This is our courage and our achievement.
We learn to seize every day.
Life is short,
The road is long,
Let's cherish every scenery,
Let's keep walking,
Walking constantly, we have become a landscape.
Toward the distance,
From teenagers to young people,
From youth to old age,
We walked from the stars to the sunset.
Chapter Four: A Reader of Youth Inspirational Poetry
As long as youth is still there
I won't be sad.
It is always darkness that devours everything.
The sun will come back.
As long as life is still there
I won't be sad.
Always trapped in the desert
There is also an oasis of expectation.
As long as it is here tomorrow.
I won't be sad.
Winter snow will eventually melt quietly.
Spring thunder will surely roll in.
Chapter Five: A Reader of Youth Inspirational Poetry
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 with the dawn.
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.
We must 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.