Poetry about youth 1. Modern poetry about youth
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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.
Soft wind, soft dreams, soft morning light.
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.
When I was young, no one raised the bitterness of homesickness.
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.
Like a beautiful fairy tale full of dazzling brilliance.
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 under 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 the day when they become world legends.
2. Poems about girls' youth
1, proud and clear, fragrant with autumn dew.
2, folding stems can be admired, and it is self-contained.
3, suspected Luochuan goddess, beautiful and charming to break the morning glow.
4, stunning, who is the fragrance?
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
6, first frost on the road, the snow is getting cold?
7. Warm and smooth her creamy skin.
8. Only camellia is durable, and several red flowers are inserted in the green bushes.
9, eyes cut autumn water, fingers dial onions.
10, a cicada's head flies with a moth eyebrow, smiling.
1 1, its shape is graceful, like Youlong, Luo Rongqiu chrysanthemum. Hua Maochun is as loose as a light cloud.
12, fluttering like snow on a windy day. From a distance, if the sun rises in the morning glow.
13, famous flowers pour over the country and appreciate each other, and are often laughed at by the king.
14, beauty shutter door, and how quiet she leans, how troublesome her brow is! You may see bright tears on her cheeks now, but not the man she loves deeply.
15, if you look closely, there will be big waves in the burning Ruofu Canal.
3. Youth poems
There are many poems about youth. The following are some for reference.
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. _ _ _ _ The Witches by Anonymous is so wasted months and years, how long can capital satisfy you? .
_ _ _ _ Li Jie's "Farewell to Weiwan" hibiscus old autumn frost, fans are ashamed and clean. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Song of a Concubine in Zhongshan" entered the Han Palace fifteen times, and the spring blossoms were full of smiles.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Song of Complaints" is full of youth, who can penetrate the day? _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Long Songs" is a hundred and a half years old and has a long early stage.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "The Master Book of Looking South at Jingting Mountain" When the youth is geometric, the yellow bird does not rest. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" has lost its hometown road and the old prosperity outside the river.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" looks at the autumn grass in front of the flower gate. How can you look at the old? _ _ _ _ Cen Can's "Liangzhou Pavilion Judge Nighttalk" has white hair and sad mirror, and youth changes for us.
_ _ _ _ Cen Can's "Judge Yuwen in the Spring of Wuwei, the Western Ambassador has also arrived in Jinchang" recalls that after fifteen years, the heart is still childlike and healthy as a scalper. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Troubled Collection" was full of wine debts and lived at the age of seventy.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's two Qujiang poems, my singing and my deep drinking, started my way home on that green spring day. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two Banks of the Yellow River Recovered by the Imperial Army" is sad and declining, and tomorrow is spring.
_ _ _ _ Dai Shulun "In addition to sleeping on the stone hill, I suddenly found that you were like a dream, and my throat was choked. We asked how old we were. _ _ _ _ Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Farewell to Shen Han" Youth must be early, how can you grow into a teenager.
_ _ _ _ Meng Jiao's "Persuade to Learn" is about the end of youth, and the peach blossoms fall in the rain. _ _ _ _ Li He's "Into the Wine" was devastated that year, and four or five new stems were added to his white hair.
_ _ _ _ Feng Xue's The Night Rain in Chang 'an is leisurely, cherishing Zhu Yan and leaning on the dusk alone. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Twelve Brothers of King Ruan Lang" Luoyang City has a good spring, and Luoyang talents are always in other places.
_ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man" contains autumn frost and white temples, and his face is red with wine. _ _ _ _ Yin Shi's "Don't History" should have known.
Regret not locking the saddle. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's Ding Feng Zi Chun Lai is unfamiliar, and the drinker is desolate, unlike when he was a teenager.
_ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Youth Tour of Chang 'an Ancient Road Ma Yan" is afraid of spring in the mirror. Not as new as flowers and plants.
_ _ _ _ Zhang Xian's "Bodhisattva Iman Lang Return to the Upper Floor" Changting Road is green and fragrant. It's easy to throw people away when you are young.
_ _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "The Jade House is Hate in Spring" In the Ming Dynasty, if the west wind moves, Zhu Yan will not be resistant to autumn. _ _ _ _ Yan's "Partridge Days, Keeping Lotus Flowers and Traveling Together" is rich in the old country, affectionate and early.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
4. Poetry describing youth
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow.
But it is a cool autumn.
Baimapian
White horse decorated with gold, flying northwest.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger.
Young people go to villages and towns, raising their voices and hanging in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven.
If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes.
Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of Land Rover has also moved.
Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left was Xianbei.
Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe?
Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives?
A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when the wind was young, the spring clothes were floating and the manners were graceful. I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism.
There are thousands of bridges between north and south. I hate Iraq and Zhang Xu.
A golden rooster and a white horse look at the wind, and a sheep's home is quiet.
5. Youth poems
A poem about youth "Youth without Complaints"/Xi Murong When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please treat him gently, then all the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back. The quiet full moon, youth and Shen Qing on the mountain make me tired but don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard. Light wind and green dreams, light morning sleep, light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I will never come back. No one hinted at the dry taste of homesickness when I was young. I want to snuggle up to every golden sunset, and every drop of transparent dew washes away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring, like a beautiful fairy tale filled with dazzling brilliance. 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. On that blue hillside, I will bury all my songs and wait for them to become human legends one day.
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, wandering winds, wandering dreams, wandering years.
Believe in the future/forefinger When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land covered with frost and vines: I believe in the future, I will wave to the horizon with my fingers, and I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palm and sway the dawn. A warm and beautiful pen, written with a child's pen: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. Believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. Xi Murong's ending has been written, and all the tears have already started, but suddenly I forget how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book. Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal? No one told me the answer, only a meteor across the sky. Are there any memories that can be moved? No one told me the answer, only the rainbow of seven colors after the rain.
How can we say that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile. How can you say that the night without lights is no longer moving? Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are youth, we are bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent eagles on the horizon, nothing can stop our yearning for beauty and nothing can affect our investment in youth. The most beautiful poems of youth should be read aloud by us. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. 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, youth is the fine sand in your hand, and it leaks away unconsciously. Youth is a meteor in the sky. Although it is beautiful, it is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it, it has left.
6. Famous sayings and poems about youth
Famous sayings about youth:
1. If you waste your time, it's sad. Because your youth can only last a little time-a very short time. Oscar Wilde
2. It's not unintentional to send you poems. Don't be ashamed of your youth. -Yu Qian
3. An optimist is always young. byron
4. Youth is like spring that is praised. -Bertler
Friendship has many names, but once youth and beauty intervene, friendship is called love and deified as the most beautiful angel. -Crissos
6. Youth, like a singing bird, broke through the broken winter window and drove into the sapphire blue vault. -Wen Yiduo
7. First love-it was a revolution: the monotonous and regular lifestyle was destroyed and destroyed in an instant; Youth stands on the barricade, its glorious flag flies high-whether it is death or new life waiting for it-and it pays warm respect to everything. -Turgenev
8. The fantasy of youth is both fanatical and lovely. -About Shorthouse.
9. Youth is inexperienced and capricious. Tagore
10. Whether it's my achievements or vanity, whether I satirize others or the pain of my own love, in short, in joy and sadness, the warm youthful brilliance still shines on me. -Hayes
1 1. You are only young once in your life. -Longfellow
12. Life has given us a great and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: full of strength, full of expectation, full of ambition to seek knowledge and struggle, full of hope, confidence and youth. Ostrovsky
13. It is no exaggeration to say that youth is a critical period. This kind of criticism is characterized by high enthusiasm and strong principle. -Suhomlinski
14. Youth is gone forever, and career will never be achieved. -Browning
15. What a lovely term youth is! People have praised it since ancient times and hope it will grow in the world. -Feng Zikai
Youth poetry
1. I advise you not to cherish robes, and I advise you to cherish youth. -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Youth is not reserved for teenagers. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
There is nowhere to be found, only a young heart. -Zhang Liangneng, "Xiao Chongshan, a bright future, a deep spring affair"
5. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, not youth travel. -Liu Guo "Tang Duoling Road, Ye Man and Zhou Ting"
6. The spring in Luoyang is good, and the talents in Luoyang are old in other places. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Good Spring in Luoyang City"
7. Youth must be early, how can you grow into a teenager. -Meng Jiao's Persuasion
8. Sunshine is everywhere, and youth has just arrived. -Yuan Mei's "Moss"
9. If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"
10. The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"
1 1. Although no young employee is destined to be a great general, I threw away my writing brush, just like a student threw away his hat to prepare a lasso, and I challenged what might happen. -Zuyong's Wang Jimen
12. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. -Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
13. We were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! Why have we never known each other? . -Cui Hao's Long March Yes, I live here, by the river.
14. Suddenly we found that you were like a dream, and we choked and asked ourselves how old we were. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
15. People live out their conceit. -Xin Qiji's Yulouchun, I want to persuade Chunguang to live in front of the wind.
7. Short sentences, quotations and poems about youth
A person's happiness, happiness may be false, but a group of people's happiness, happiness has been unable to distinguish between true and false They squandered their youth to their heart's content, eager to burn it all down. It's like a carnival before the end.
-Jiu Yehui's "In a hurry that year"
How long has the shadow of the tree been mottled in the moonlight? How many times has the girl in a white skirt walked this street? How many times have I looked back into your eyes in the sunset? How many regrets have you had? Love is always boundless. I forget how many red-violet flowers are in full bloom along the banks of the Sichuan River, how many centuries we passed by in reincarnation, how many dreams you sang in previous lives, and how many times I dreamed of wandering back to my youth. How many years have passed in a hurry? How many promises have we made in the long years? Will we have no regrets after many years? Just because of your smile, I missed the hurried year.
-Jiu Yehui's "In a hurry that year"
8. Short sentences, quotations and poems about youth
A person's happiness, happiness may be false, but a group of people's happiness, happiness has been unable to distinguish between true and false
They squandered their youth to their heart's content, eager to burn it all down. It's like a carnival before the end. -Jiu Yehui "In a hurry that year" How long has the shadow in the moonlight been mottled? How many times has the girl in a white skirt walked this street? How many times have I looked back into your eyes in the sunset? How many regrets have you had? Love is always boundless.
I forget how many red-violet flowers are in full bloom along the banks of the Sichuan River, how many centuries we passed by in reincarnation, how many dreams you sang in previous lives, and how many times I dreamed of wandering back to my youth. How many years have passed in a hurry? How many promises have we made in the long years? Will we have no regrets after many years? Just because of your smile, I missed the hurried year.
-Jiu Yehui hurried that year.
9. Youth Poetry
Dream for three thousand years
Word/Xu Yuhang
A puff of smoke and a puff of fire are inexhaustible.
Clouds are low, peach blossoms are exhausted, past and present.
Empty step rain, floating dream clouds, but a glance.
The flowers are blooming in Xia Mo. I remember the first time I saw them in the forest. Those smiling eyes only stayed for a moment. ...
Do you remember my face-
The spring breeze blew the flowers,
Summer comes at dusk,
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and maple leaves shake.
Dongmei is standing in the stream of intestinal cliff.
Time is not allowed to pass away like this.
The piano is long, the fingers are injured and the strings are broken. ...
Who is infatuation for?
Lilies are falling in the wind,
Like a tear I shed when you left-
At dusk, there are clouds chasing and dancing among the clouds.
Yin Hua was in high spirits,
The stars have changed. ...
In a flash, different fires started a prairie fire.
Silk is broken and white clothes are fluttering.
Empty thoughts, your face
Acacia scissors are like a dream.
As a painting director, I used to-acacia,
I still remember the tearful meeting among Yan Yan's flowers, and my heart was broken.
I still remember the attachment in misty rain, which made me forget the past and the clouds.
I have a short time,
A Kubinashi and incomparable song of sadness and joy,
A smile lingers in the world,
Piano performance outside the chapter,
The word "Shanshan Wild Goose" went back and forth, and She Xiang was intoxicated with flowers.
You owe me a pot of water. ...............
Several times the world of mortals came and went, and it was another spring and autumn.
Disappeared, your eyes are like stars,
Thousands of customs that have never been seen before,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Stay here when you wake up.
You, not a dream mirror-
I draw three or two to the west wing, and my eyebrows are frivolous.
Laughter comes from books,
Have a golden house, don't love Yan Ruyu ... Laugh.
When the library woke up, the wicker was untied and the oil-paper umbrella was untied. Now I am all white. ...
In the Nangong, accompanied by Qin,
Why, yes,
I was-I was married once,