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
Is the cloud still hovering in the sky?
The flower of youth suddenly opened without hesitation?
Someone said?
Youth petals treasured in life photo album
Maybe just?
A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?
An exciting smile?
What am I trying to say?
Light of youth?
When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright?
The flower of youth?
Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow?
The course of youth?
Writing a magnificent chapter requires constant fighting.
2. Poetry of youth
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
University Campus Culture/Songs of Jane Eyre
There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn.
The sun is still burning warmly.
Infatuated sparrows confide their autumn worries by the dormitory.
Without You
Sitting next to the familiar teaching building
With the still sunset
see
Hand of the years
An earth wall that erodes youth
No youthful laughter.
How lonely the sky should be.
Seeing the scenery of life from a distance
Sweet and sour feeling
Quanjunlin
The brother who sleeps in the upper bunk
My old classmate.
Are you still whispering those old whispers?
The leaves of acacia trees have fallen.
My heart has been intoxicated for a long time.
On the school road shaded by Mulan
The bell rang like a flood.
Countless young students passed by.
ceaselessly
Sunshine is like language.
Moisten my affectionate eyes
Wave a hand
Farewell to Jingjing Campus
In a bitter cup full of coffee
I started looking.
The smell of sugar cubes