Some poems about growth 1. Poetry about "growing up"
Zhangcheng road
On the way to growing up, have you ever forgotten those little things?
Time is running out.
Have you ever forgotten?
In the wind and rain
We are under a small umbrella.
Although the cold rain wet the clothes
The heart is still warm
Time passed quietly.
Have you ever forgotten?
in the shade
Our whispers
No matter how distant the future is.
But it's so beautiful
Time passed silently.
Have you ever forgotten?
Baisong road
Our figure.
Although sweat soaked the clothes
But how comfortable it is.
Time goes by slowly.
We are all grown up.
Do you remember?
I grew up on the road.
Bit by bit with our growth.
2. Poetry on the road to growth
Young youth
Dunzhe Ling
When you are young and beautiful
Your complexion is tender and charming.
There will always be a flower on your head.
Youth is as gentle as a cat.
Lying next to your ankles.
Climb into your body
Please take out your charming gift.
But a charming girl.
The body is mottled faster than you think.
But if you put yourself in a story,
In a story of a breeze blowing.
In an auspicious and warm story
So when you get old and relax.
You are still enjoying the envy of youth.
They didn't see your aging at all.
Just look into their eyes.
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.
3. Poetry describing growth
The direction of growth
All the rivers face the east.
Don't refuse the trickle of soup.
Wang Yang has just joined the sea.
All the seedlings broke out of the ground.
Whether it is hot or cold.
Unable to stop joining.
Children grow up healthily day by day.
From babbling to college.
Body is as strong as wisdom.
There is a power to do good.
There is a guiding light.
This is the direction of growth.
On the road of growth
Growth path
Oil grass
Growth path
There are joys and sorrows.
Sometimes it hurts too much.
Squat down and cry.
Time quickened the pace.
The hourglass never stops.
How can you park here?
Even if the road is full of thorns
Winter is almost over.
Spring has come.
The dead tree has sprouted again.
The lonely mountain is blooming again.
On the other side of the mountain
There is a way.
Lead to all directions
And do I have a chance to run to the other side of success?
4. Need some ancient poems about growth
Song of Chang Gan
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Changgan, and we are both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Sea miscellaneous poems
Teenagers are sadder than people,
Crying for no reason, every word is true.
Strong and confused,
Childlike heart returns to the dream.
Sea miscellaneous poems
Juvenile fencing is more like oral sex,
An example of Xiao Xin's elimination.
Who will go home alone,
A thousand sorrows are gathered today.
Read Lu Fangweng's collection.
Poetry has been decadent for thousands of years,
The soldier's soul needle soul China is empty.
Focus on military music,
As soon as the ancients released the bird.
Sell wine, drink freely with Meng De, and make an appointment later.
Young and fashionable people don't know how to worry about their livelihood. Who will regret these drinks when they are old?
* * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years.
Idle to ask about drinking games, poor to search for books, drunk to listen to the taste of orchestral music.
The Huang family is more familiar with Ju Juan, * * * you get drunk.
Caoshu music shop
The young master's name is Huai Su, and the cursive script is amazing.
Mo Chi flew out of the North Grilled Fish and killed all Zhongshan rabbits with the pen tip.
It is cold in August and September, and the poems of drinkers are full of people.
Ma Ma silk row box, Xuanzhou inkstone color light.
My teacher was drunk, so he leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of sheets in a short while.
Wind and rain shake the rustling, falling flowers and snow.
Stand up, don't stop by the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.
It's like smelling ghosts and gods, always seeing dragons and snakes wandering around.
The left plate and the right plate are like surprises, and they seem to attack Chu Han.
Every family in seven counties in Hunan has a barrier book.
Wang, named after several waves in ancient times.
Zhang Dian died of old age, and I never forget what happened before.
Since ancient times, everything has been expensive, so why do you want to dance in Gong Sundaniang?
5. Storm Poems on Growing Up
It's hard to be the first.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Takeishi
Author: Zheng Xie
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Long song line/long song line
Author: anonymous
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? If a person doesn't work hard when he is young, he will regret when he is old ―― laziness when he is young will make him regret when he is old; Reckless youth makes regretful old age; Idle youth, poor old age
Lotte in Yangzhou met for the first time.
Author: Liu Yuxi
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years. People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
6. Storm Poems on the Road to Growth
This is very difficult to go, a dynasty: Tang Author: Li Bai Original: The cost of pure wine, for a gold cup, 10,000 copper coins for a hip flask, Pan Yujian is a shame of 10,000 dollars.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Bamboo Stone Author: Zheng Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
"Long Song" Author: anonymous sunflower in Qingqing Garden, exposed to the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? Young people don't work hard, but the boss is sad and rewarded. The first time we met in Yangzhou, Lotte. Author: Liu Yuxi abdicated in twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
7. Poetry about growth
I like the poem about growing up to be eighteen/because youth is beautiful/because it is the color of age.
I am not afraid of hardships/because youth is supporting me/because it is light and hope.
Youth is the beginning of colorful life/like spring, everything on the earth begins to grow.
Open a thick diary/find the footprints of youth engraved in it/a sentence/or a poem.
There are seven colors in my pen/youth/red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple/a poem and a painting/the colors of youth are indispensable.
In my songs/youth is full of energy/a song in a word/the temperament of youth is indispensable.
Youth/what a sunny word/the happiest moment is youth/the happiest moment is youth.
Youth/gave me unlimited passion/let me prop up a brilliant sunrise/let me take a solid step/move towards a brilliant adulthood.
grow up
Open the window of dawn,
The mind is no longer dusty.
Outside the window,
Pursuing the infinite dream of the sky,
The sail of growth
Set off a youthful and illusory frivolous. .
Quietly looking for the dawn of growth,
Surging heart,
The waves set foot on the blue sky,
As a teenager, I was ambitious.
The feeling of being high,
Looking forward to Levin in autumn.
I hope Yu Guang can't help singing.
grow up
If the dawn can reflect the dawn of my seventeen-year-old heart,
I need wings,
Holding the heart of looking forward to flying. ...
Shake my seventeen-year-old heart in the melody of the blue sky,
Growing up, joy and sadness have always accompanied me.
They helped me compose the most beautiful and magnificent music in my life.
When the harvest season is far away from us
My growing bag is full of rich fruits.
Suddenly, growth began.
Poetry, the Footprint of Growth
Less netizens: depressed pigs
When we desperately open our mouths,
When I cried loudly for the first time
They laughed.
Time flies.
Shortly after birth
We started chattering.
When we read the sounds of words in a tone-deaf way,
They laughed.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, we began to learn to walk.
When we fall again and again
When you stand up again and again
They laughed.
Time flies.
Our parents send us to kindergarten.
When we are a little nervous.
They laughed.
Time flies.
We went to primary school again.
When we stood in front of them with a certificate on our faces.
They laughed.
But time is still in a hurry.
How many days and nights have passed?
We have reached the threshold of middle school.
When we are troubled by piles of homework
They didn't laugh.
Is to tell us
In the face of difficulties
Have you ever thought about it?
We are on the road of life.
When leaving footprints of growth.
Parents always stand behind you with a smile
Tell you what.
Strong-strong-