Youth is a song
A song that never gives up
Youth is a river
A river that never stops
Youth is a book
You can never tire of reading
Youth is a cup of tea
Youth is a cup of endless tea
Youth is a book
Standing at the peak of the forest of nations
Carving the footprints of thousands of young people
Youth is a pagoda of knowledge
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Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people
Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously
Tested by wind and rain
Youth is a flower
A bud ready to bloom
I want to show my unique style to the world
I use a passionate heart
Heart of Youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is the poem of youth
Four Songs of Youth
(1) Snow in March
A snowstorm came in March
My mother flew away
It was not just winter that disappeared in the sky Sunshine
There are also flying pigeons
The strings of the piano are broken
I cry on the top of the mountain deep in the clouds
March is the season for flowers to bloom
And what I harvest is indeed the withered flowers of the world
On the snowy road
Withered leaves dancing
I sat on the ground
Looking up at the door of heaven every night
And the unswimable river
The stars have long since disappeared
< p>There is no caress of the moon on the ditchI am adjusting on my own tears
Playing a song of lovesickness on a snowy night
(2) Secret Love< /p>
Watching you helplessly
Sprinkle the green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) I Youth
The dim sky in winter
No beautiful birds flying over
A lonely stagnant water
No happy fish cruising
I flew into the sky
Looking down at the flower projected on the flowing water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of time
Childhood is a complete mirror
Youth is a mottled leaf
Who is covering the mountains and valleys with worries
Who is pillowing the white clouds A long dream
The spring cuckoo sings every night
But the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Flower shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I Open the window
The sun ran in
Kicked the shadows out
I heard the sound of loneliness breaking
The broken sky where birds flew by The silk-like youthful water surface
Isn’t it my sadness that sparkles
Forget it all
The poisonous wine I once drank
The once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted
In this beautiful March
Let us listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams
2. You are my youth
You came gently,
with a little naughtiness.
You are so innocent,
Hypocrisy cannot be forced.
You came gently,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You came quietly,
Freshness is your temperament,
It is simply your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But, you cried.
So, I will no longer blaspheme your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
3. Youth is clueless
<1>
When I look back again
The one behind me
I have clearly been waving my hands for a long time
But
still nothing can be seen
Only the leaves on the trees behind me
are blowing in the wind
Swaggering gently
<2>
In these quiet days, I always look out the window silently
Look at the bare The big tree is a single old man spending the winter
The frozen wounds on the body are still slowly flowing with stagnant blood
The solitary branches are naked hair blowing in the cold wind
The roots are shaking wildly
A few birds are jumping under the eaves and looking here from time to time
But they never stay away from their A warm home
The sun is always shining palely in the solemn sky
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
It passed by again and again Nothing remains after his face
<三>
The dry grassland where snow has not fallen for a long time is still scattered with seven or eight stars
A bird quietly Lying in the grass, it seems that he has been dead for a long time
I have walked through this place, but I can’t find the profound marks I left behind
The clear river is full of floating Leaves of all sizes
Create many traps leisurely in a wide valley
Carefully step on the piled fallen leaves
In an extraordinary gentle sound Identify the direction
Occasionally find the bullet casing left by the old hunter, Time
I suddenly realize that this was originally made of some beautiful petals
Steel Film
Is it for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years to sing the song of the strong wind again?
Is it for the end of that song? Is it because your wandering soul is transported again?
Is it because that soul transcends a single banana tree that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it because that single banana tree is hazy in the sky? Has this erratic leading edge continued in the world?
The sky is soaked by rain day by day and exhausted by the scorching sun
The earth is soaked by rain day by day. The blur of dust and dust footprints
How many times have the tears filled the ocean
But the environment is gradually getting worse and cannot seriously damage a new human being
The bitter and salty life in the previous life still surrounds the embankment of your steps
<五>
Sitting by the river again on the rough black sand
I am imagining the vast wasteland and the dim mud day again
The home that I have been away from for a long time has gone far away
The deathly silence that I hate the most is actually more accommodating than anything else.
Let the footprints of time float the dark floating soil into a blank space
The two mouths eventually turned into a muddy dead sea
No matter how many winds and rains there are, they are still immortal. Silence
Laughter came one after another from afar
The wind turned the pages on the table into chaos
As if Far away, you ride the waves and come closer
You are the lotus blooming in the snowy fields in winter. . . . . .
Youth
Those vague memories
Quietly slipping away from the trajectory of life
Just like the scratches on the table
From this year to next year
Year after year
Recording the joys and sorrows
Confirming the joys and sorrows
Left There are traces of our growth
1. Youth is a beautiful dream
But one day you will wake up from the dream
Youth is a small river
But one day it will eventually dry up
Youth is a rainbow
But one day it will eventually disappear
Youth is a blooming flower
But one day it will wither one day
Youth is like the fine sand in your hand
It has been leaked out without knowing it
Youth is like a shooting star in the sky
Although beautiful, it passes away in an instant
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness
I want to cherish it and it has gone
2 Staring at the willow shadows on the shore, I walked into the memory of my youth. The world was once a world of green grass and flowers, but today it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a thirty-year-old person, playing the chord of youth is probably a bit outdated.
However, after all, I have stayed in this life station. Look at those crooked footsteps on the road, aren’t they just toddler footprints? When you listen to that simple willow flute tune, isn't it the call of your heart? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, without falsehood or sorrow. And those frivolous things are the footprints of my youth. That was the road we walked when we were confused by the ups and downs of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember vividly was a time of distress, a time of fanatical passion and shocking slogans.
I also studied hard in the cold window, always wanting to get rid of the gift of ten years of catastrophe to our generation - the childish dust and shallow mud of the ignorant cloudy sky. However, who can escape the filthy air of the times?
What is gratifying is that I am awake and I understand that life is the alternating weaving of sentimentality and joy, and the constant transposition of bravery and cowardice.
No failures and setbacks, no pain and hesitation. So how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can I get rid of the childish and shallow footprints? So I looked ahead and seemed to see a harvest season coming towards us. . . . .
Youth without complaint (Xi Murong_Taiwan)
When you are young
If you fall in love with someone
Please You
Please treat him gently
Then
all
moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to separate
Say goodbye properly
Also be grateful in your heart
Thank him for giving you Your memory
When you grow up
You will know
At the moment when you suddenly look back
Youth without resentment can No regrets after meeting
Like the quiet full moon on the hill
Poetry "Youth"
——Chenqing
Youth The flowers blooming and fading make me tired but I don’t regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but haggard.
The gentle breeze, the green dream, the gentle morning and dusk,
The faint clouds, the faint tears, the faint years.
With a bit of wandering joy, I just left and never came back.
No one hinted at the boring feeling of homesickness in my youth.
I want to cling tightly to every piece of golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washes away my accumulated sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring scenery.
It was filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me to sing for you. I will not be able to sleep every night from now on.
Allow me to cry for you. In the tears, I can fly freely.
The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes.
The days in the dream are many but I start to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that green hillside,
Waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world.
The blooming and fading flowers of youth make me tired but not regretful.
The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but haggard.
The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk,
The passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years.
Song of Youth (prose)
:Sai Feng
:When we wear the wings of sunshine and are in the station of youth, we sing with a single tone When the surging blood pushes open the door of light and hope with hands welcoming the sun. So the end of all journeys to find youth becomes a new beginning.
: The journey of youth has given us too many pursuits. Finding and experiencing the light of youth has become a vow in our hearts. We have carried our ideals on our backs countless times and set out with the sound of the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road to youth is still very long, and maybe the way forward will be full of ups and downs and thorns. But we can use our ideals as our warp and our actions as our latitude, and work tirelessly towards our distant goals.
:In the tunnel of time, we hope to use our sharp eyes to drill out the blue sky, and let our excited hearts shoot through the endless sky like sharp arrows, high and far into the universe. I hope that all travelers who are looking for youth like us will carry their luggage and worship religiously towards a distant and holy destination until the last moment of their lives.
: The call of youth makes our belief in hiking firmly rooted in our hearts, and the path of pursuit grows like grass under our feet. We blew the horn of youth and headed over the mountains and ridges desperately, heading towards our destination as always. Just like a fish falling in love with water, the green color of life chases the sun.
: Looking for the home of youth, we have no choice. When we use our hard work, sweat and surging blood to create an ideal text to record or express the indispensable pursuit in life. All the hardships experienced fell into the soil like falling snowflakes.
: Once upon a time, we asked ourselves, is it because of the call of youth that the long river of life surges prematurely? He can even prop up his flying wings to attack wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Is it because of the call of youth that the blooming ideal flowers stick to the shore of life and decorate it? It even blooms with bright colors and becomes a beautiful scenery in people's eyes.
: Don’t forget that many words are not sincere. In fact, many journeys of youth come by boat and go with the waves. Just like a camel team on an expedition, keep in mind that the road ahead is still long and far away. If you shake the jingling camel bells, you will know that the distance ahead is immeasurable. The process of crossing is the proof of pursuit.
: The bell of hope rings the dawn sky, and I believe that the sunshine every morning will make the sky brilliant. I believe that the light of youth is shining brightly and will surely illuminate the path of unremitting pursuit of aspiring young people.
: Let us join hands and travel through the years under the sun, speed up the pace of youth, and light up the ideal light hanging in our hearts. Sing a song of youth with your true love.
『Prose World』 [Prose] "Youth"·Youth
Somehow, I suddenly remembered the melody of "Youth", and I remembered that when the pomegranate flowers bloomed every year in college, the school's This song seems to be played over and over again on the radio. The air at that time was filled with sadness of parting. Sometimes I would stop and listen quietly. Although I couldn't distinguish the lyrics, tears quietly filled my eyes during the melody. Quickly google it, there it is.
Faint clouds, faint tears, faint years and years
Entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk
The passing wind, the passing dreams Years passed by year after year
With a little wandering joy, I just left like this and never returned
I like these lyrics, those words belong to youth and sing for youth, Clouds, tears, wind, dreams and wandering. A guitar and a singer singing in the wind can easily stir up all the melancholy, confusion and sadness about youth deep in your heart.
I still remember when I was a freshman, I always felt as if I had been sentenced to four years in prison. I didn’t know when I would graduate and have real freedom. But how do you know that the best times always go the fastest. Suddenly looking back. In my memory, I only have the fresh branches and leaves swaying so freshly in the new sunshine after the rain on campus. I couldn't sit still in the classroom, so I rode a broken bicycle given by the principal, took my books to the small island in the center of Guihu Lake, I read a book with a newspaper spread on the grass, and soon fell asleep in the sun with the book on my head. A gust of wind blew across the lake, and I woke up suddenly but didn't know where I was for a long time.
Will there still be such a pleasant time with no worries? I shook my head and sighed. In addition to being sentimental, it is still sentimental.
It is such a beautiful and memorable age, it is so easy to believe in love, it is so easy to shed tears for love, and I write down my thoughts for love one after another. This song fills the memory of that time with a youthful rhythm. Squandering the years that belong to you, waiting for your own romance. Unconsciously, the pomegranate flower bloomed for the fourth time. We are leaving too.
Considering myself to be strong, I laughed and said goodbye to everyone at the school gate. Hugging each other and joking about meeting each other someday. After loading my simple luggage and sitting in the taxi, suddenly and out of control, I burst into tears. Tears are like floods. The crying made the dozen or so people outside the car lose their composure. We were separated by the car window, holding hands in the rain of tears. I still couldn't control it until my friend next to me asked me to move the car.
Why should I cry? Years later I have been trying to give myself a reply. I don’t think I can give up this time of youth that is like a movie after a movie. I will never be able to go back to such a transparent state of mind, such a carefree life in the lush campus according to my own wishes. Only when I was about to leave did I know Everything familiar before my eyes will no longer belong to me. . .
At this time, my eyes were actually wet again. At this time, I remembered again the big boy who always sang "Love in the Wind" with his guitar in the school's annual art festival or other activities. At that time, they were so young, frank, and irresistible that people could not help but fall in love with them.
When time
and beauty
have become sighs in the dust of travel
In your sentimental eyes
There are old tears
The age of believing in love
Let me recall it often in my life
1. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, will the winter plum blossoms bloom yet?
2. "Odd Book on Returning to Hometown" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
When a young boy left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from?
3. "Crossing the Han River" Questions from the Tang and Song Dynasties
Lingwai Yin Shu ends, after winter and the beginning of spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.
4. "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain" Wangwan, Tang Dynasty
The guest travels outside the green mountains and boats in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.
5. "People Think of Returning" by Xue Daoheng
It is only seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home.
When a man returns home after the wild geese, his thoughts are in front of the flowers.
6． "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
7． "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
8． "Du Sang Qian" by Jia Dao of Tang Dynasty
It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.
9. "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Guarding drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.
10. "Odd Book on Returning Hometown" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people.
Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves.
11. "Homesickness" by Xue Tao of the Tang Dynasty
The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat.
When will the sails leave Jinpu, and the sound of the drums will sing in unison.
12. "Sending Cheng Lu to Return to Hometown" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The poor man is in decline and is ill and comatose. I often go back and forth with people, remembering one thing but not knowing ten.
Cheng Houwan met and became an outstanding figure with Yucai. Xunran's ears and eyes are open, and he feels quite smart.
After thousands of years of winning Uncle Bao, at the end of the contract, I got it. The meaning of love is old Bai Qing, and the meaning is moving to repair the snake sting.
If there are many people who can see me, they will comfort me and weep in vain. Farewell to the floodless sundial, all kinds of worries will come again.
I am ashamed of myself, but I am ashamed to give alms. The plain silk holds the long fish, and the green wine follows the jade grains.
We meet each other when the journey is difficult, and the world is full of sorrow. The spring ice blows in the east wind, and the soil becomes wet after the vast wilderness.
I miss you and cherish your feathers, and I miss you even more when you are full. Don't act like a falcon, or become anxious when you hear the bird's cry.
13. "Returning Hometown with Pushe of Wei" by Zhang Zhang of the Tang Dynasty
Wealth and wealth returned to the country, and the glory filled the old forest. The trees are not still in the autumn wind, how deeply a gentleman sighs.
Therefore, the old sword hangs in the air, and the gold is scattered every day when neighbors meet. All the fragrances are shaken off, leaving only the cold feeling.
14. "Sending Wu San back to his hometown after his defeat" by Qian Qi, Tang Dynasty
Ying Ke's articles are extremely rare, and he often laments when his fate is contrary to his heart. After ten years of being lost, who knows the best?
Thousands of miles away, I missed my family and came home alone. How will the clouds sail and the spring water be suitable? The sun will love the green mountains in the southeast at dusk.
The new moon in Guanzhong faces Li Zun, and the remaining flowers on the river await returning guests. It has been a long time since ancient times for a famous official to have no matchmaker.
It is so sad to say goodbye to the dead end. Fishing in Dutch clothes is safe, and there is a time when golden horses recruit talents.
15. "Hometown New Year's Eve" by Zhou Hongliang of the Tang Dynasty
The three hundred and sixty days have ended, and my hometown is still the same as a foreign land. It is not only the law that changes one's mood and is hateful, but also the talent that is neglected and the destiny is not understood. Where are the night songs selling wax wine, and whose house holds candles high to wait for the spring breeze.
I started to read and recite the poem when I was in class last year.
16. "Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown" by Sikong of the Tang Dynasty
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms, holding the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
You want to ask, why do old friends come so different from flowers and glasses of wine?
17. "Homesickness Beyond the River" by Wei Zhuang, Tang Dynasty
Sadness in a foreign land every spring , Duqu Huangying can know.
Moreover, on the bank of the river by the setting sun, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
18. "Country Residence" by Lu You of the Tang Dynasty
When a guest asks about his hometown, you will know after you have lived in the country for a long time. The soldiers who crossed the bridge regretted it, and the travelers who crossed the commune felt sad.
The scattered families in the community divide the meat, and the farmers build fences in their leisure time. The bamboos on the east side of the wall are newly washed, and I am also mending the fence.
19. "Homesickness" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see your home even if you look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
20. "Missing Hometown" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
The world is far away from the West River, and there is no home to ask about life and death.
The cool breeze rises at the end of the day, and the feeling of hometown is felt thousands of miles away.
The poem of youth
Youth is a song
A song that never gives up
Youth is a song
The never-ending river
Youth is a book
A book you can never tire of reading
Youth is a cup of tea
An endless cup of tea
Youth is a building
Standing on the peak of the nation
Engraving the footprints of thousands of young people
Youth is a building< /p>
The Pagoda of Knowledge
Sprinkles the sweat of thousands of young people
Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously
It has received much attention The test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower
a bud ready to bloom
wanting to show its unique style to the world
I use a passionate
heart of youth
to give myself a gift of youth
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What is youth?
Is it the free and unrestrained surging river?
Is it the vast and boundless sea?
I don’t think so.
Youth is like a strong cup of coffee.
Although it can cheer people up,
But it still There is a hint of bitterness.
Youth is a nameless grass.
Although it is not very eye-catching,
it can withstand wind and rain.
Youth is a sword that has not yet been sharpened.
It will only get better as time goes by.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to use my hoarse throat to sing the praises of youth,
Youth is A sun overflowing with golden light,
brings infinite vitality to the earth,
It will also be missed even more because of its ups and downs.
Unforgettable.
I praise youth,
because I have it,
I praise youth because of its beauty,
and shortness.
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Youthful Imagination
What is youth?
Youth is the most beautiful time in human life. When we are still laughing, it has come to us unknowingly.
Youth is like the wind, coming lightly, caressing us, blowing away the tears on our faces, and giving us back our smile in March.
Youth is hope, shining in our hearts.
Even if we lose our way, don’t put sadness on your forehead. The stars will always rise and they will show us the navigation line.
Youth is a time for us to struggle. It doesn’t have to be successful, but it must be pursued; it doesn’t have to be mature, but it must work hard; it doesn’t have to be steady, but it must be good at it. Knot.
Youth needs persistence. If you are not persistent, you will easily give up halfway; Losing motivation to move forward.
In youth, we must learn to be tolerant, live for ourselves, and consider others.
Youth, we must also learn to understand, let the mind become the sea, and let the rivers flow into the mind.
In youth, we must learn to choose and find the best from limited time and energy.
Let us live each day of our youth to the fullest, and let our flying thoughts gently lock the violets in the wind.
We move towards youth with our joyful steps, believing that the footsteps we have walked will be transformed into a legend, a style and a motto.
Youth is not simple, we must be heroic and move forward bravely