Poetry 1:
There is no regret in youth, and there is no difficulty in turning over the earth. The martyrs poured their lives into the sea, awakened generations of people with lofty ideals and built a new world for future generations.
Youth without regrets, endless life, has cultivated a new generation to lead the future of * * * and China, and the spring breeze of reform has made the land of China more exciting and everything has taken on a new look;
Youth without regrets creates a new generation that follows ideals. How dare we relax our efforts to revitalize China and let our dreams come true all over the world? We will struggle for countless days and nights. In the next few decades, the burden of 10 thousand kilograms will be delivered to this generation, awakening the Chinese dream and making the motherland more lovely.
Poetry 2:
In the era of white clothes fluttering, who is the spring breeze caressing? In the era of whimsical grass and warblers flying, fate arranged for us to meet, in a desolate region, dotted with stars. Some people are feeling that in the era of hundreds of ships competing for flow, the body began to get tired. We laugh at each other, and our blood is boiling.
Poetry 3:
Modern poetry praising youth, if I have to recall those beautiful past, why can the years only have one direction, just like the blooming of bauhinia, with a temporary fragrance that can be recalled and irretrievable, more brilliant than yesterday's sunshine? When I have deeply understood that I can't grasp the skirts of time, there is nothing to squander, only empty bags spent the rainy season under the umbrella.
Poetry 4:
Yesterday, youth in our eyes was an invincible flower, which we turned a blind eye to and allowed years to erode. Yesterday, ignorance was like an indelible color, saturated with the picture of youth, and maturity was only bred in a dreamlike daydream. Yesterday, in endless poems, you followed me, and the romance of crystal shoes was arranged in the future. Today, youth is sighing.
Poetry 5:
Youth is a poem, and we express our love heartily; Youth is a painting, and we paint beauty at will; Youth is a song, and we sing the joy in our hearts. The river of no return, youth is gone; Flowing into the East China Sea, rejuvenating.