Poetry and prose competition for the host of the school high school literary performance! Very easy to read. Thank you.

It should be easy to understand that youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you will never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations. It engraved the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge, shedding the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a tree that thrives and has withstood the test of wind and rain. Youth is a flower. Buds in bud want to show their unique charm to the world. I give myself a youth gift with a passionate youth heart, that is, the poem of youth. There are still some kind flowers on the lawn of Jianchu Song. The sun is still warm and scorching. Infatuated sparrows confide their autumn worries by the dormitory. I sat alone beside the familiar teaching building, accompanied by the still sunset, and I saw the hands of years eroding the earth wall of youth. Without the laughter of youth, how lonely the sky should be and how far away the scenery of life is. The brothers who sleep in the upper bunk are all deskmates. Dear you, are you still whispering about your past lovesickness? The leaves have been falling, but you have been intoxicated for a long time. On the school road shaded by magnolia, bells are ringing like a tide. Countless young students passed by without stopping. The sun is wet. My affectionate eyes waved goodbye to Jingjing Campus. In a bitter cup full of coffee, I began to look for the taste of sugar cubes.