Poetry recitation of youthful inspirational struggle 1
Believe in the future
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.
It's the eyes of people who believe 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.
I will definitely 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.
Youth inspirational struggle poetry recitation II
youth
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 energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute 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.
Youth inspirational struggle poetry recitation 3
Poetry of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.