Raise a glass to youth and recite poems.
W: What a beautiful word youth is. She is like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, emitting enthusiasm!
Man: She is like the Yangtze River, surging and rolling forward!
Female: Youth is the garden of spring, with a hundred flowers blooming and competing for beauty!
M: Youth is a feast of life, with tears and laughter.
Female: Youth is a drama of life, which includes tragedy and drama. There is the pain of failure and the joy of full harvest.
Together: Youth is a hymn to the passion of human life. Young friends, let's open our hearts and embrace youth. Let's cherish youth, weave dreams, sing and dance; Cry, laugh, let's drink to youth!
Female: First of all, please invite all the students in Class 4, Grade 1 to listen to the reciter of Song of Youth.
Female: Youth is a poem, liveliness is a step, and fantasy is a beautiful wing.
Youth is a painting, magic is a color, and innocence is a simple pattern.
Youth is a song, freedom is a note, and hope is a flying movement.
Next, please listen to "Like a Song" reciter Zhou Jie.
Man: the wings of youth are not yet full, but hurricanes are raging;
W: The pace of youth is not yet solid. How can we bear the rugged mountain road?
M: You don't need to be depressed when you break your wings at first.
Woman: You don't need to cry when you are frustrated.
H: Young friends please "believe in the future".
Man: How can there be colorful rainbows without experiencing wind and rain?
Woman: Without going through first frost, you can't get plum blossoms to send incense.
Man: Life is inseparable from crawling.
Woman: Life is full of ups and downs.
Man: Life is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
Woman: Life has its ups and downs.
M: Let the young heart declare to the singer, "No matter what your fate, don't lose heart, keep forging ahead and keep moving forward."
Woman: Next, please listen to a hymn of life-the confession of a young heart to a singer. The reciter Zou Ting.
M: The dream of youth will never be stable;
The pace of youth will never stop;
Without the sun, we still have the moon;
Without the moon, we still have stars;
There is no camel bell, so we have to go far away.
Next, please listen to "We will go far without camel bells".
Man: the world is long, and the years are in a hurry, as if running water slips through your fingers;
Female: The steed of time, stepping all over the wasteland of teenagers, slipped away from me quietly;
M: Youth is coming to me enthusiastically!
Woman: The color of youth is not pale. Let's paint a colorful future with youth!
M: The sky of youth does not belong to emptiness. Let's use time to weave the wings of youth and soar!
Female: The fate of youth does not belong to depression. Let's weave fantasies and make one hope after another!
M: Next, please listen to the recitator Wang Beibei's Fantasia for Life.
M: In turbulent times, youth is full of blood, courage and struggle. In that stormy and terrible era, an oriental giant came to us in autumn and changed our world with his wisdom, enthusiasm and spirit!
Female: Please listen to "Qinyuanchun ● Changsha" read by Gu Mingming, Wang Ye and Ding Yinan.
Male: Young souls cannot be separated from the watering of love;
Female: Young shoulders are inseparable from the support of love;
M: Young steps cannot be separated from the support of love.
W: Let's listen to an old man's sincere warning.
M: Next, please listen to the voices of young citizens.
Conclusion:
M: We are burning the passion of life, because we are young;
W: We are the richest people in the world because we are young.
M: Youth is our proudest asset. We are full of youth and have a bright future.
Female: The garden of youth is full of flowers;
M: The land of youth is lush;
Female: The sky of youth is full of colorful clouds;
M: The river of youth is full of songs.
Woman: However, even the most beautiful flowers will fade. A young heart will grow old.
Only young people who keep exploring deserve a better life.
Woman: Only a hard life can be worthy of colorful youth.
Together: Young friends, let's cherish our youth and advance hand in hand. We firmly believe that the future of the motherland must belong to us!
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. ...
The Song of Youth in Modern Poetry
Holding the pen tip without direction, driving the sail of youth.
Sailing to the ends of the earth never stops.
Stepping on the blue waves of the times, dancing the rhythm of the years.
Rippling with ordinary youth, breaking waves.
People bathed in the light will put their ideals on a huge ship and sing loudly.
In autumn, mountains and rivers are dyed, and spring flowers are blooming.
Dongli Glacier Tour the Galaxy in Summer
Cooking, working and eating spicy hot pot.
The waste of playing with tree rings has created the accumulation of years.
Young people are struggling hard.
When sunlight is interwoven with silk thread, it wears sweat and ripens fragrant coffee fruits in the soil.
Smiling at Yaotai's mother, she praised countless heroic feats.
Listening to the shining song of youth, the footsteps of youth trample on the mud balls of mountains and rivers.
It is not difficult to grind iron into needles. Diligence and courage can erase the bubbles of difficulties.
There are hundreds of millions of flowers of technology.
The years that have passed are less sad and more joyful, and the years that have not yet arrived hide the noise and bumps of the wind and rain.
We pull the rope woven by youth and tug-of-war with the years.
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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.
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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.
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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.