Always wandering
I don't know how to choose.
Tired, tired, where to rest,
But in the last 28 years,
But I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.
I don't know how tired I am,
I don't know how many bumps there are,
The road ahead is vast,
I'm just tired of looking.
Can give me something to rely on,
Looking back, the road to learning is long.
It's just a blink of an eye
The past will always be history,
Not nostalgic
Because I firmly believe that I will not regret it,
Looking forward to the future is long.
It seems like a lifetime.
From now on, it doesn't depend on the sky.
Seize the future
Because fate is in my hands,
Now,
As long as you stick to your principles,
Stick to faith
Believe that man can conquer nature.
Poetry praising youth
1, a message from youth
Youth is blue,
Like a far-reaching clear sky,
Like a charming ocean.
Far-reaching and broad,
Full of fantasy.
Youth is green,
Like a dripping 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 vigor and vitality,
Full of hope,
Willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth.
Youth is white,
Like snow and waves,
Like clouds, like the moon,
Bai Jie is flawless.
Like a blank sheet of paper,
Such as written words,
Love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless.
Like the ever-changing wind,
Beautiful and charming as fog.
Indulge it,
Lifelong regret;
Ride it,
Ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful,
With it,
Your life is rich and colorful.
Youth is a beautiful poem,
This song is beautiful.
Let's grasp it sincerely,
Let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.
2. Endless youth
All the youth has not been written yet.
The years have already been scarred.
On those sunny afternoons
I'd rather stick it on the lawn.
A lifetime of tenderness
But I don't know.
When do you say goodbye in summer?
When did the kite break?
One day,
We haven't had time to say goodbye.
Xiaoxiaoqiuyu
Spring has gone to Qiu Lai.
The pace of parting
Like a sigh
In those good memories.
Always regret and regret.
And falling tears
But it goes on bit by bit.
youth
This incomplete poem
3. Flying youth
Singing all the way,
Laughing all the way,
Sunny mood all the way.
Toward the ideal,
Towards tomorrow,
We perform flying youth.
The footsteps of youth,
Step on people's melody;
Dance of youth,
Show fiery passion;
The voice of youth,
Sing the strong voice of the times.
Fly, youth!
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