The best answer: pass, pass, miss,
So we think we have grown up.
Finally, I can smile in tears or in pain, sadness or disappointment.
In the early morning of high tide and low tide, hands in the air wrapped herself in deep blue water.
It is not that I don't mourn, but that I remember everything. I didn't swear that I could forget it.
All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible.
The body twitched when playing banjo, and the gentle voice was held high when calling, and everything was so clear.
These two people are always missing.
Even if the youth that has been pulled for a long time is scattered, it is proud and unforgettable.
Two hands grasp the dim time, two people follow the direction of the shadow, two words can hide the struggle, two years later can forget the place.
But no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with clear wings.
It doesn't care what we pray for.
Back in time, we can only catch the fragments of the past and reminisce alone in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow falls.
Many people write their youth in novels,
There are also many people who eulogize youth.
The youth experienced by children in this era is always impermanent.
Mixed with naked sadness
Surrounded and entangled in the soul, engraved in the years.
Diary of a teenager,
A group photo,
Gardenia in high school campus,
All the way to the playground,
A fast food restaurant that has eaten countless lunches. ...
These fragmentary and exquisite details paint the years when we cried, laughed and sang together.
They are the symbols of our youth,
Painful, sad and sober growth track record.
Flowers, fallen leaves, raindrops, breeze.
Love, luxury, entanglement, depression.
There are always some inescapable tools, so youth has been dragged on for a long time, coming and going, reaching the purest age in life.
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Other answer 3: Hello! It's not a famous poem, but it looks good. I hope it helps you!
Some people say that when I grow up, I will think that I should try to fly by myself.
I don't know if I can do it.
What is the future?
Will the sky still be the same blue?
Will my personality be different?
Others say, don't equate dreams with reality.
Otherwise, you will get hurt all over.
I am even more at a loss.
What the hell should I do?
I just want to realize my dream.
Finally, I decided to give up and go on bravely.
Because youth and hope are my best bets.
Spread the wings of dreams
Fly in your own sky
It's a * * *.
What attracted your heart?
Stand still and make the choice of 1, with no regrets.
Then fly.
regretless youth
A person's life without regrets
I didn't have wings when I was young.
But we have love.
Love can fly!
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Other answer 4: One of the young writers Xi Murong.
Once all the games are written.
All the tears are left.
But I suddenly forgot what it felt like at the beginning of 1.
In that ancient summer that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Luck tied it very awkwardly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book with a hasty answer. Music can be supplemented by Exodus or Autumn Moon in Han Palace.
Other answer 5: Not great, but original. Find your own music against the scenery, hehe, if you can regard it as prose poetry.
The footsteps of childhood have crossed the footsteps of years, and the childish soul has stepped onto the stage of youth. In this world of feasting, singing and dancing, it seems to be accompanied by a youthful dream.
I am crazy because I am young. Sometimes I make some mistakes, but I can't take away a cloud with a wave of my sleeve.
Being young makes me complacent. Occasionally, there will be no one around, and the ears will be silent, allowing the water of the river of youth to indulge. When encountering insurmountable stagnation, frivolous will also become very fragile. 1 people secretly hide under the covers and secretly shed tears of frustration and heartbreak.
I suffered a lot because I was young. It is because I am young that I can mature and succeed.
A youthful dream, singing the feelings.
A youthful dream, birds whistling in the forest.
A youthful dream, more colorful scenery.
A youthful dream, the clouds are brighter.
Youth dances, and the color of youth is strong.
Youth is like poetry, just like painting. Sometimes the passion is broad-minded, sometimes the tender cotton is entangled, sometimes the port is broken, and sometimes the willow lines are faint. The image of youth is like the meaning in a painting. If you don't have a deep understanding and feel the infection from the standpoint of others, you will never feel the image in the painting as if you can't taste the taste of youth.
Youth does not need a password. Youth is a hall, and everyone needs a resume. On the date of youth, people stroll along the tree-lined path, through the dense forest, paddle boats to appreciate the reflection in the water, and occasionally pass by the supermarket full of beautiful jade to feel the interest of life. When something happens, 1 people walk through the brightly lit streets at night and get frustrated in the crowd. Such is the life of youth.
When youth rolls up the gentle veil, reveals a charming smile, reveals a beautiful body, and walks into the mythical world with a light dance. This is the dream of youth.