Modern poetry about youth

First, "time flies"

The story of a season when the west wind blows down

Shadow stands on the edge of freezing, regretting yesterday.

No temperature, no sound.

There is only one heartbeat flashing in the air.

The wine of time overflows from the sad crystal wine cup.

It's heartbreaking but extraordinarily beautiful.

Who wove a sunset-like wedding dress with a spinning wheel?

Let you be the last bride

Send you a girl without sadness.

Let life rise and fall

The paper boat of childhood has long been stranded.

Looking for dreams along the dry river

We are wandering dandelions.

Dancing lightly towards sea and the sky.

All the stories

Just the beginning

No ending

Second, 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.

Third, "youth rain, heaven and earth"

1, in the morning

A cold day

Cold rain

In the cold air

Walk with those indifferent people

A cold day

Cold rain

In the cold air

Count how many cold people there are.

2, passers-by

youth

That's the only way

Inadvertently, youth won.

Silence again, the water is beating and drifting.

What comes and goes without a trace is the most beautiful story.

Legend of the years

When stories are condensed into memories

A seal is an eternal label.

3. Lake

Childhood imagination.

Dreams in Paradise Garden

Life is a magnificent garden.

Love is the brightest rose.

The future is blue and far away.

Rain in June and drought in July

Sprinkle water and bake at will

Once pure and plain water.

lonely

It's nine o'clock today.

My poem

Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear

Tears in the sky

Has been hit hard on the ground.

My people

Wandering outside the window of heaven

begad

Sleeping in chains at Genting.

5. It won't be Don Quixote, will it

Through heaven

I'm just passing by.

Just myself.

Silence continued in the clearing.

Turn all corners.

Add another dress.

Take a sip of spring water.

Or a person

Fourth, "write to the youth"

If I have to remember.

Those good old days.

Why so many years?

There can only be one direction.

Like bauhinia.

Have a short fragrance.

Memorizable and unrecoverable

It is brighter than yesterday's sunshine.

When I deeply understand

Can't catch the skirts of time

There is nothing to splurge on.

There are only empty bags left.

Spend the rainy season under an umbrella

Please let me look back again.

Take a look at the ferry of youth

That young face

V. "Youth Essays"

If life is a poem, then youth is a poem in a poem.

Poetry in poetry, meaning is the essence of poetry.

Yes, youth is a poetic season, and youth is the most classic poem.

Youth is beautiful and colorful.

Youth left tears and laughter, happiness and emotion.

Youth is a complex and enduring poem, leaving a page of deepest memories for life.

I don't want to say anything more about youth.

I just want to say that in the season of poetry, everyone is a poet and everyone should write down this wonderful time in the language of poetry.

At this point, I believe I have done it, although perhaps the language of the poems I wrote in class is quite boring or green.

I hope everyone will leave more true feelings and sincere words in the youth guest book.

Sixth, "about youth"

I can't describe it. Years ago, the face of youth was crumbling.

Black and white on both sides of time are impermanent. Sneer, pure aggression.

Before going out, you must face the old shoes that pinch your feet as if nothing had happened.

Carrying the wind and frost, rolling up the rainy season, there is always mud seeping into the toes.

As for the ankle, it hurts inadvertently. A little unbearable

Sometimes we really want to ignore it. Know something about sharpness.

Avoid. Standing, staring, lying by the quicksand river.

Put the voice behind your back. Bury expectations, ideas and the future

A person's arms are warm. The earth is silent. Caress surge

Lick. Be taken away by water. You don't have to take back what you spilled.

And the night still opened his eyelids, and his hair was so thick.

Moths use light bulbs as containers. Such negligence made me

Sneak. Dew morning is just a myth, or it is red and swollen.

Classic. One of the mother's wedding urns was dirty and kept in my ear.

It seems that black silk is white and yellow. Then I stopped and finished.

There are always a few bugs that take the opportunity to get close and bite. Leave no scars

My blood has turned green again, and meridians have grown. Young carp beating

This beauty is disappearing. Seeing Rui's secret has nothing to do with Jingwei.

Coordinate accumulation and extension. A gesture, lonely and desolate.

The castle in the sunset is painted as a plane, and it is no longer eye-catching when the shadow is removed.

Seven, "ode to youth"

People idle away their youth.

However, youth is fleeting.

A spendthrift of youth

Happiness will eventually be abandoned.

Youth is really limited.

time service

Youth can't stay.

time goes by

Everything refers to reincarnation.

Even if there is no return.

Let the limited youth time

A poetic and romantic picture

Youth is strange and exciting.

Full of power

Full of ambition for knowledge and struggle.

Some things fade away.

You know it exists.

But I have forgotten how it exists.

Eight, "Walking Youth"

Stroll through youth

On the edge of life

Looking for the footprint of love

The law of love of filar silk

The spirit of youth

Stroll through youth

Urban air

Hide a bad temper

Chaotic steam

The true meaning of youth

Stroll through youth

In the transparency of the wheel

Crush old. Find; to find out

Trajectory of line

The departure of youth

Stroll through youth

Peace in the sky

Soaring in the silent sky

The outbreak of light attack

The smoothness of youth

Stroll through youth

Four seasons inheritance

It's casual when you watch it.

Slowly and clearly

The passing of youth

Stroll through youth

In the morning and evening of the building

The mutual snuggling of solid objects

Full of sincerity

Memories of youth

Stroll through youth

A little bit of growth

Poetic experience

Deep friendship

The beauty of youth

Stroll through youth

In the bumpy rise

Fearless of the dark night

Silent support

Melody of youth

Nine, "The Lost Thoughts of Youth"

If this is not a dream,

You shouldn't let it fall.

So, I took my baby.

When we parted, we remembered.

What should I use?

Holding the sunshine silently.

what do you think?

There is an endless road under your feet.

When can I have a smile?

Even if you get lost in the wilderness.

X. ode to youth

If you waste many years of your youth,

No matter what the world is like,

What is the fear of cynicism?

Lose weight in the prime of life,

Just to have a lucid dream.

Ten thousand grasses are the same color,

It is difficult for the moon to find a bosom friend.

Feel the moon, sing the wind,

Restaurants can be seen everywhere,

I still pay for drinks.

Eyes full of youthful vitality,

Willow silk dances lightly with the wind.

The moon is clear, reflecting the blue pond.

My heart is like a bright moon,

Who can compare with Aaron?

I haven't finished drinking yet,

Feel free to give directions.

Heroism shattered nine continents,

Armed with submachine guns,

The first one rushed forward.