But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
If you want to cherish, youth is a flower.
Swing slowly in the breeze
That tall and elegant figure
It always smells good.
People can't help reaching out to touch it and kiss it.
Youth is a song.
Floating gently in the intoxicating air
Melodious and crisp notes
Quietly converge into a beautiful melody.
People can't help admiring it.
Youth is a glass of wine.
Floating slowly in the jade cup
That sweet smell
There is a sweet smell for a long time.
People always want to raise their glasses to appreciate it and drink it.
……
What exactly is youth?
It's a memory left on the swing.
This is a string of footprints left in the snow.
This is a tear from an old photo.
It's a red cotton-padded jacket that I remember wearing.
……
Youth is like this.
Slowly put what you did a long time ago, become memories.
then
That's a happy smile on your lips. 2:
The sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning is youth.
The raging waves of the sea are youth.
The towering Mount Everest is youth.
Thunderstorm is youth.
The newly sprouted willow branches are youth.
Flowers in full bloom in the wind are youth.
Green and tender grass is youth.
The misty spring rain is youth.
The cabin of singing and dancing is youth.
Pastoral melodious grassland is youth.
Fighting wild geese is youth.
A horse that travels thousands of miles every day is youth.
Young people's passionate character is youth.
A girl's shy smile is youth.
Oh, youth … youth … youth …
Is youth a rebellion against maturity?
Youth, is it contempt for parents?
Youth is a rebellion against indifference.
It is passionate.
Youth is a rebellion against pride.
It is humble and honest.
Youth is contempt for persistence.
This is pioneering and exciting.
Youth is contempt for loneliness.
It is in high spirits.
Youth is a rebellion against cowardice.
It dares to do so.
Youth is contempt for backwardness.
It is eager to surpass.
Oh, youth … youth … youth …
Is it only young appearance that counts as young?
Only a healthy body is youth?
Isn't white hair youth?
Must you lose your youth when you are over 60?
Boyle-Mateiro Law that I learned before.
It will still be useful.
By studying thermodynamics
Study another subject
Not afraid of getting older.
As long as the temperature of your youth rises.
The pressure of value is still increasing.
I am willing to spend my whole life
To study this subject
I am willing to pay the price of youth.
In exchange for this conclusion ...
Oh, youth … youth … youth …
3. If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
......
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
I believe many people are familiar with this poem "To the Oak Tree" by the famous poetess Shu Ting. When Shu Ting wrote this poem, it was1March 27th, 977. At that time, she was a 25-year-old young woman who went to the countryside to jump the queue and returned to the city as a worker a few years later. The outside world has not changed, the reform and opening up has not yet begun, and people's clothes are still the same color. At that time, this poem seemed to shout out the repressed youth and dreams of that era from the bottom of my heart! It has become the spiritual pillar of many people! Because at that time, many people had ideas, but they all kept them in their hearts and were not suitable for expressing them. They expressed them so beautifully and sublimated!
I am 25 years old. In the 3 1 year of reform and opening up, in this flashy and pluralistic society, I still feel the depression of youth, and it is often difficult to express my heart. Let's share this poem!
Youth, go all the way!