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.
Youth quartet
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.
(2) Unrequited love
look at you
Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves.
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.
You are my youth.
You came quietly,
With a little naughty.
You are so naive,
Hypocrisy is irresistible
You came quietly,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You're weak,
Freshness is your temperament,
Simplicity is your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
Young people are not in the mood
< 1 >
When I look back again,
The one in the back.
Yao Ming waved his hand for a long time.
but
Still nothing.
Only the leaves on those trees in the back.
In the wind
Show off gently
< 2 >
In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly bleeding.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
A few finches are jumping under the eaves, looking here from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
< 3 >
There are still seven or eight stars scattered on the hay that has not fallen for a long time.
A bird lay quietly in the grass, as if it had been dead for a long time.
I walked through this place, but I couldn't find my deep mark.
The clear river is covered with leaves of all sizes.
Many traps were laid leisurely in a wide valley.
Step on the accumulated fallen leaves carefully.
Find the way with a particularly gentle voice.
Sometimes you will find the shell casings left by old hunters in the years.
I suddenly realized that it was originally composed of some beautiful petals.
Steel plate
< 4 >
Is it to pray for the song of the wind again for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years?
Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again?
Is it for the soul to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it because of that unique banana that it continues to wander in the empty fantasy world?
Day after day, I was soaked in rain and exhausted by the scorching sun.
Day after day, dusty footprints make the ground fuzzy.
How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang?
The environment is getting worse and worse, and we can't hit a brand-new human being.
The bitterness and saltiness of past lives still surround the dam you stepped on.
< 5 >
Sitting by the river, sitting on the rough black beach.
I'm thinking about that vast wasteland and yellow mud again.
I have been away from home for a long time, and there is nothing left.
The most disgusting silence is easygoing.
Let the footsteps of the years drift the black floating soil into a blank.
The two mouths finally became a muddled dead sea.
After millions of storms, it is still immortal silence.
< 6 >
Laughter came from a distance.
Flip the pages on the table with the wind.
It's like you're approaching through the distant waves.
This is a lotus flower that blooms in the snowfield in winter. . . . . .
youth
Those infinite memories
Slip out of the track of life quietly
Like a gap in the table.
From this year to next year
year after year
Record happiness and sadness
Confirmed the joys and sorrows.
Left traces of our growth.
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.
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.
Song of Youth (Prose)
: traffic jam
When we put on the wings full of sunshine and stand on the post of youth, we will open the door of light and hope with Peng Pai's blood and hands to welcome the sunshine. So the end of the journey to find youth has become a new beginning.
The journey of youth makes us have too many pursuits, and finding and experiencing the light of youth has become an oath in our hearts. We have carried our ideals countless times, and set out with the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road of youth is still long, maybe the road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns. However, we can take our ideals as the classics and actions as the latitudes, and make unremitting strides toward distant goals.
In the tunnel of time, we hope to drill out the blue sky with sharp eyes, and let the excited heart cross the boundless sky like a sharp arrow and shoot into the lofty universe. I hope that all travelers who are looking for youth like us will pack their bags and go to a distant and sacred destination to worship devoutly until the last moment of their lives.
The call of youth makes our belief in hiking firmly rooted in our hearts, and the road of pursuit under our feet is as long as grass. Blowing the horn of youth, we are desperate to climb mountains and mountains, go forward bravely, and go to our destination as always. Like fish love the water, the green of life is as persistent as chasing the sun.
We have no choice but to look for the home of youth. When we use hard sweat and Peng Pai's blood to create an ideal text to record or express the indispensable pursuit in life. All the hardships we have experienced have fallen into the soil like snowflakes.
Once upon a time, we asked ourselves, is it because of the call of youth that the long river of life surged prematurely? So as to hold up the flying wings and impact the wind, rain and lightning. Is it because of the call of youth that the blooming ideal flower sticks to the other side of life? Even blooming bright colors has become a beautiful landscape in people's eyes.
Don't forget a lot of insincere words. In fact, many youth journeys come by boat and go with the flow. Just like an expedition camel team, remember that the road ahead is still very long. Tinkling camel bells, you will know that the road ahead is immeasurable, and the process of crossing is the proof of pursuit.
The bell of hope rings the time and space of dawn, and I believe that every morning sunshine will make the sky bright. I believe that the bright light of youth will certainly illuminate the unremitting pursuit of aspiring young people.
Let's join hands and walk through the years in the sunshine, speed up the pace of youth and light up the ideal light hanging in our hearts. Sing a song of youth with love.
Prose on Earth [Prose] Youth Youth
Author: learning bug submission date: 2005-11-123: 35: 00.
Somehow, I suddenly remembered the melody of Youth, and this song seems to be played repeatedly on the school radio every year when pomegranate blossoms in college. For a time, the air was filled with the sadness of parting. Sometimes I stop and listen quietly. Although I can't tell the lyrics clearly, I still let tears fill my eyes quietly in the melody. Come on, Google, got it.
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings and evenings.
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.
I like the lyrics, those words belonging to youth, singing for youth, clouds, tears, wind, dreams, wandering. A guitar, a singer singing in the wind, can easily touch all the melancholy, confusion and sadness about youth in your heart.
I still remember when I was a freshman, I always felt as if I had been sentenced to four years in prison. I don't know when I can graduate, and I can have real freedom. But how do you know that the best time is always the fastest? Looking back. As far as I can remember, only the fresh branches and leaves on campus are swaying in the new sunshine after the rain. I can't sit still in the classroom. I rode a broken bike sent by my senior, took my book to an island in the center of Gui Hu, read a book with a newspaper on the grass, and soon fell asleep in the sun with my book on my head. A gust of wind blew by the lake, and I suddenly woke up and didn't know where I was for a long time.
Will there be such a happy time and carefree heart? I shook my head and sighed. In addition to sentimentality, it is still sentimental.
So beautiful, so unforgettable, so easy to believe in love, so easy to cry for love, write one heart after another for love. This song fills the memory with the rhythm of youth. Spend your own time and wait for your own romance. Unconsciously, the pomegranate flower bloomed for the fourth time. We're leaving, too.
Believe to be strong, I smiled and said goodbye to everyone at the school gate. Hug and joke about meeting tomorrow. Simple packing, I sat in a taxi. Suddenly, I completely lost control and burst into tears. Tears are like floods. Crying made a dozen people outside the car lose their composure. Through the window, we held hands in the rain of tears. I couldn't control it until my friend let the car start.
Why am I crying? I have been trying to give myself an answer for years. I don't think I can give up this youth like a movie. I can no longer return to such a transparent mood and live a freehand brushwork life in a lush campus. When I left, I knew that everything I knew would never belong to me again. . .
This time, my eyes are actually moist again. Then I remembered the big boy who always sang "Love Dust" with his guitar at the school's annual art festival or other activities. At that time, they were so young, straightforward and asked for nothing in return.
Dangsuiyue
And Miri, Malaysia.
Has become a sigh in the dust
Your sad eyes
Have old tears
Believe in the era of love
Let me often recall in my life.
Only when I know youth.
Knowing youth turned out to be such a bleak time until after youth.
I just know that youth is so sad and sad, even when I am happy.
I just know that youth is the wandering of the sun and the moon, and I don't know why it has no purpose.
Youth is ignorance of everything. Only after youth do we know that we are waiting and wandering, but what we are waiting for is youth.
I just know that youth is not the face of spring flowers, nor the heart of first love. In the flickering candlelight of youth, I can't see the real face and heart; Youth is the dribs and drabs of tears by candlelight. Ah! Youth.
I just know that the blessing of youth is not the prudence of fragrant prayer; Youth thinks that there is no need for blessing, and only after youth can we know the lonely road in the future. You can't wave your blessing.
I just know that youth is a drop of tears, and it is a love affair that keeps pouncing, pouncing and pouncing. The rush of youth seems to be endless years. Only after youth, do you know, you can only jump into the air and say, ah! Youth.
I just know that youth is the cold rain hitting the window; The rain of youth is shaking tears that are about to overflow. However, youth does not know. Youth only knows the joy of cold rain and tears without chill. Youth is ignorant.
I just know that the love of youth is only a moment like this, a moment I don't know why; It is not until after youth that I know that it is not love, but to embrace that clearly known youth.
However, how can I say that youth is not a smile? The smile of youth used to be like the flash of the camera, jumping and flashing; The smile of youth is not happiness, but the happiness of thought; When youth is over, it is a hard time to spend.
Only when I know that youth is an impossible dream; Wait until after youth to know that dreams will never be possible; Wait until after youth, only to know that it is impossible to return to youth. Although youth doesn't know those dreams, maybe it didn't really become a dream. I didn't know until after my youth that waking up was really a deeper dream.
Youth is a lighted cigarette; After youth, cigarette butts are still in the shape of fireworks, but embers can't stand a blow and a shock, only to know that youth is a strong expression of sadness; Waiting until after youth is a kind of intense self-suppressed sadness. After laughing, there is a pause. Ah, youth, wait until after youth, I know. ...