The green football field and the high basketball stand light up our colorful years like the morning light. The sound of books is loud, and the vibrant classroom lights up youth to convey hope and release the long-buried dreams. (3) Youth Concerto Youth left our footprints on the rugged mountain road, reflecting our figure is a pool of autumn water. Youth is a quiet song. There must be wind, rain, laughter and sadness on the road to growth, but oh, don't stop, because the light is ahead, because success is ahead, let's work together, break through all difficulties and forge ahead! Play this youthful melody together.
2. Write poems of youth, which are easy to understand, philosophical and messy.
Finally finished the exam
It means the end of this semester.
this year
It just slipped out of my hand.
In a hurry, I didn't take anything.
But there is nothing left.
A glass full of heartbreak
Fell on the hard tile floor
be broken
The sun shines in.
Reflect a dazzling light
Beautiful but cold
So when my heart recovered,
And then mixed with glass.
It always reminds me.
I didn't work hard enough.
be
Little darling has never been a hard-working child.
She is prone to tears.
Honey, look how dirty your face is.
Wipe quickly with your palm.
Don't use the back of your hand because
The back of your hand is as dirty as your face.
Rainstorm night
Lightning filled the sky.
Lonely geese fly alone.
The little girl has always been afraid of lightning
It's like something that hit the heart.
Tearful grin
White snake, what should I do?
Although I promised you
Keep our promise.
That fate song, my friend, don't cry.
But tears stained my face.
Dirty, dirty
I can't get it done.
White snake, will you be angry?
White snake, do you still love the fritters boy who has been in the red light district?
Still in love with him?
Can love really make people numb?
He left a long time ago, didn't he?
Left a long time ago.
You're a good boy.
Much better than me, isn't it?
I was scared.
Lightning, can you stop?
I haven't found my family yet
I can't stop yet.
finally
The face is no longer dirty.
It was washed away by rain.
In other words, it's not dirty tears.
Lightning and thunder.
Hope is still far away.
Far, far away, right?
Dawn and Chaoyang
Will appear.
I just don't know when.
Little darling, you should learn to be strong.
Just a little.
Just be strong.
Look at the sky when you are sad.
Remember, look at the sky.
3. Ask for a poem about the elegance of the flower season. Fireflies wake up in the morning, and the stones and greens are new.
The rain stopped as soon as it started in Mao Mao, and the air was cool and clear. Flowers are delicate and charming, bees are flying and dripping on the pool.
There is also a horn in the morning, calling for an ambitious road, and the pace is full of enthusiasm. What a bunch of police heroes. The sunset glow is covered with willows to meet the setting sun, and the day is full of dust and noise.
Jin Ming and Cao Cao have forgotten their tiredness today. The wind leaves are noisy, butterflies are flying leisurely, and flowers are laughing on the roadside.
Busy and leisure, holding a roll of Tang poetry and Song poetry, singing softly and rhythmically, with a wonderful mood. Don't forget to learn martial arts. Angry, the son of Tiger Dragon, draw how charming he is.
Here, let's leave our feelings behind. Acacia is good but confusing. Leave Linxi for the time being, leaving a pure heart, only learning.
If you live on the grass and cherish your home, you can get the calligraphy of the literature festival, and one day you will find an eternal reputation. Mochow locked herself up, indulged herself and left people far away, and finally everything became an empty dream.
Teenagers have been striving for self-improvement since ancient times, not teaching tears, sweating like rain on the training ground, and practicing a suit of steel, hoping to hold the reins in the future. They used to remember to seal the wolf, laugh at the battlefield, and go deep into Hugh to imitate it, even though they were thousands of miles away from home, they still carried a long sword. When they follow suit, they are ambitious and will not live up to this life. I hurried, indulged in pleasure and cynicism until there were no flowers.
Whether you like it or not, the flowers are bleak, the lights are dim, and the nameless people die alone. Remember that time is precious, and an inch of land cannot be changed. May you cherish it and become famous one day.
4. Seek poems about the elegance of the flower season. Fireflies wake up in the morning, and the stones and greens are new. The rain stopped as soon as it started in Mao Mao, and the air was cool and clear. Flowers are delicate and charming, bees are flying and dripping on the pool. There is also a horn in the morning, calling for an ambitious road, and the pace is full of enthusiasm. What a bunch of police heroes.
The sunset glow is covered with willows to meet the setting sun, and the day is full of dust and noise. Jin Ming and Cao Cao have forgotten their tiredness today. The wind leaves are noisy, butterflies are flying leisurely, and flowers are laughing on the roadside. Busy and leisure, holding a roll of Tang poetry and Song poetry, singing softly and rhythmically, with a wonderful mood. Don't forget to learn martial arts.
Angry, the son of Tiger Dragon, draw how charming he is. Here, let's leave our feelings behind. Acacia is good but confusing. Leave Linxi for the time being, leaving a pure heart, only learning. If you live on the grass and cherish your home, you can get the calligraphy of the literature festival, and one day you will find an eternal reputation. Mochow locked herself up, indulged herself and left people far away, and finally everything became an empty dream. Teenagers have been striving for self-improvement since ancient times, not teaching tears, sweating like rain on the training ground, and practicing a suit of steel, hoping to hold the reins in the future. They used to remember to seal the wolf, laugh at the battlefield, and go deep into Hugh to imitate it, even though they were thousands of miles away from home, they still carried a long sword. When they follow suit, they are ambitious and will not live up to this life. I hurried, indulged in pleasure and cynicism until there were no flowers. Whether you like it or not, the flowers are bleak, the lights are dim, and the nameless people die alone.
Remember that time is precious, and an inch of land cannot be changed. May you cherish it and become famous one day.
I can't seem to find an original modern poem about the flower season ~ ~ ~ Let me think.
Beauty of flower season
The moment when flowers bloom
Friendship with spring
The gratitude of flowers
Pure and courageous
The temperature of flower opening
Keep up with the sunshine.
Appropriate distance
There is rain, fog and sadness.
There are tears, laughter and ideals.
There is silence and persistence.
Oh,
This is the season of flowers.
This is our beauty.
A little green, a little embarrassed.
There are some unforgettable ones.
I just wrote it down, and if appropriate, you adopted the question. I modified this into a word document and uploaded it. Even if this is not suitable, I will modify it ~ ~ ~ as long as you don't ask this question ~ ~ ~