youth
youth
You are a cloud above your head.
You are a flower.
Let the wind sink.
Rain man fell.
Leaving only the gorgeous scenery in front of the tomb.
Leaving only the tears on the white clothes of Yuan Huan students.
Cut off the melancholy forever.
Youth that will never come! ! ! !
When I was young,
This is not just a special number,
Not only a special stage,
Not just a special moment. ...
Youth,
She is a starting point, the starting point of another new journey in life;
She is a transition, looking back on the past and looking forward to the future!
People always have to grow, grow every day, make progress every day, and make progress every day!
In the past, what you got, double cherish; Put down what doesn't belong to me!
Let the past flash in the flowing memory.
Solidified crystal tears are flowing silently.
I was silent when a meteor crossed my heart from the night sky.
I heard the blessing from afar under the wishing tree.
Dear mom and dad, I won't be naughty again, and I won't let you worry about me again!
I think I will.
Forget troubles, forget the sorrow, forget grievances, forget fatigue ...;
Give up pain, give up hesitation, give up disappointment, give up sadness …
Go to a new journey full of happiness, hope, self-esteem and pursuit!
Towards a beautiful youth full of self-confidence, self-improvement, optimism and sunshine! !
Those that don't belong to me, everything, then put it down gently!
Seize youth and happiness!
Every day, be happy!
On this special and unforgettable day
Think of the happiness that I used to chew slowly.
Every footprint is engraved by heart.
There is another person, today is your birthday.
Sing a happy birthday song gently
The faint thoughts are lingering, and my mood is dancing.
Youth is like a gorgeous flower.
Very beautiful and charming
Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.
innocent
Youth is limited.
Be sure to cherish it
What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I sing praises to youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.
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What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I praise youth because it is beautiful.
Short-lived.
Youth poetry
These little poems were written by letters when I was chatting with a beautiful girl on the Internet. Basically, nothing has changed. Although it is immature, it looks even worse. Here, I hope readers can recall those wonderful times with me, thus attracting more attention.
1
Flowers bloom at night.
But it opens in the window of the hater.
Morning dew adorned her youth.
But it accelerated her death.
2
I am dewdrop.
But you left in the morning.
Because of your stubbornness
I have no future.
three
Your praise is like a gentle breeze and drizzle.
I can't bear to prepare.
Your mouth is as thin as a peach blossom
My soul is no longer full of sadness.
four
Ok, let's take a break from the dusty songs.
My crying in the rain will be washed away immediately.
But your scar is in a bloody dream
I cannot cure you with love.
five
Your silence is like flowers all the way.
The quiet stream is still in front of your door.
You came to my town so sadly.
What are you looking for in a strange place?
six
Waiting is a withered flower.
Loneliness is the morning dew that hangs down after the flowers bloom.
The morning dew is the whisper of the breeze under your feet.
Whispering hearts have waited countless times.
seven
Falling flowers are floating in her dreams.
Your pity is hidden in the soil.
The awakening of winter is full of the affection of spring.
Your footsteps crossed the grass in early spring.
eight
The sun shines on your black hair every day.
What reason do you have to hide it quietly?
Write your name on the mosaic I prepared for you.
Just leave it on your way out.
nine
I'm looking for a place to make you happy.
You point to the sky and point to my heart.
I only have ruins waiting to be rebuilt.
But you said: there are new flowers, there are flowers.
10
Your appearance, cherry blossoms are bright at the edge of the cloud.
Your silence, green hills, enchanting jade and clean ice heart
I see your beautiful gaze through your mirror.
But destined to pass by and say goodbye to your wet figure.
1 1
The afternoon I wrote this painting, everything was clear and refreshing.
Gradually filled with thoughts and your review.
Clouds gently touch your soft painter and avoid it.
I only expect a rain and my rough greeting under the umbrella.
12
Your limbs are flabby, curled up on the moon reflected at the bottom of the pool under the window.
Secretly block the frog's night cry. You smell good.
Cover my palace and stop all the dust from invading.
My fingers are willing to lean on your smooth skin and muscles all my life.
13
Gee, your heart beats faster than my cochlea.
The sharp red pearl touched me with the rain and dew.
Chapped lips. Thick light and shadow wake up the torrent on your back.
I embrace your furry meekness and walk in the lush jungle.
14
Really, I don't ask much.
Only this time the flowering period has been extended.
You hide your core and give up the new dew.
You gave your life to a stranger in the blink of an eye.
Youth poetry
Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I once again entered the memory of youth. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but now it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 30-year-old, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.
But, after all, I have been stationed in this life station. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness. And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times?
Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.
No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can I get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us.
Youth poetry
It's a flower, bright red ... but the flower of youth will always be forgotten ...
When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth. Youth, what a good word, light, or rich.
Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss. Maybe, now, I can understand.
Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone. What are they talking about? They wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful. ...
Those were the days before, and that was love made up of youth.
We were full of childishness at that time, but we were happy.
isn't it?
We went swimming and traveling side by side arm in arm.
Youth is a song, a sad and desolate song.
But when it is ripe, savor it.
It expresses not sadness, but
warmth
Youth is the music of love, a beating note.
This is a dream, flying wings.
This is my mother's work. Maybe she is not old, but she is still older and experienced more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.
Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling. People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya. Blue, the color of flowers and orchids, gently swaying, love floating in the wind. ...
Youth, is that right?
Youth tiptoes with blue poems. ...
Youth without Complaints (Xi Murong _ Taiwan Province Province)
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
Poetry of youth
Shen Qing
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
Poems of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Youth is a beautiful dream.
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.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Youth in Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Poetry of youth
(suitable for reciting the soundtrack-the mark of rain)
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I praise youth because it is beautiful.
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