1. Poems about the beauty of youth
Poems about the beauty of youth 1. What are the poems that describe the beauty of youth
1. Just a classmate of a young man, in full glory Mao; the scholar is angry and scolds Fang Qiu. Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households. ——"Qinyuanchun·Changsha" Modern Times: Mao Zedong
Translation: The students are in their youth and in their prime; everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and full of energy. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the Qing Dynasty, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt.
2. Entering the Han Palace on the 15th day of the year, the flowers are smiling and red. ——"The Song of Resentment" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: She came to the Han Palace at the age of fifteen, the age of youth and brilliance. Her slightest smile would put the beauty of spring to shame.
3. When he was in his prime, he joined the army and once swallowed the remaining captives in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will make many mistakes. ——"Xie Chichun · Joining the Army in the Strongest Years" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Translation: Joining the army in the prime of life, once had the heroic spirit to swallow the enemy in one breath. Thick clouds hung high in the sky. It turned out that the beacon fire was lit.
The young man (a young man) with a ruddy face and black hair went west to guard the border holding a beautifully carved Ge. Most of the Confucian scholars who have ridiculed since ancient times have wasted their precious youth.
4. Xinfeng fine wine fights for ten thousand, Xianyang ranger for many years. When we meet, we will drink for you. We will tie our horses to the tall buildings and weeping willows. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Four Poems on a Young Man's Journey"
Translation: The fine wine produced in Xinfengsheng is worth millions, and most of the knights who frequent the capital Chang'an are young men. When they met, they had similar spirits and drank happily. The horses were tied by the weeping willows under the restaurant.
5. A young man from Bianzhou is used to being wild, riding a horse and shooting yellow sheep. Now that I am old and weak, I still lean on the camp gate and count the flying geese. ——"Four Poems of a Young Man" Tang Dynasty: Linghu Chu
Translation: When I was young, I used to go wild in the border town, riding a Tibetan horse and shooting arrows at yellow sheep. Now that I am old and have no strength, I still rely on the barracks door to count the flying geese.
2. Ancient poems describing the beauty of youth
Accompanying the clouds and the fragrance of the sky (Song Dynasty - He Zhu)
Smoke in the mountains and forests,
< p> The mountain sinks and shines in the distance,The winding bells and drums sound at dusk.
The candles shine on the curtains,
The crickets remind the machine,
The bitter autumn wind dews.
Sleepless and longing for my wife,
I responded with a few beats of anvil and pestle.
Alarming the tired officials from the end of the world,
The years are passing by.
Back then, I was a drunkard and conceited,
He said that Dongjun would pay him with spring.
Wandering on Zhengbei Road,
Visiting Qiang Nanpu,
I regret that no one can talk to me.
Lai Mingyue once knew the old travel place,
It is good to accompany the clouds,
I will also dream away.
Now that I have experienced all the sorrow, I want to say goodbye, but I want to say goodbye, but I say, "It's a cool autumn!"
I am a landscape man in Qingdu, and I am lazy in heaven. Slow and careless. I once approved the imperial edict of "Lu Zhi Feng", and I have repeatedly given "Liu Yun" to borrow the moon chapter.
Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine, how many times have you ever set your sights on a prince? Jade Tower and Golden Tower return lazily, and Luoyang is intoxicated by placing plum blossoms.
"Partridge Sky" by Zhu Dunru
3. Poems describing the beauty of youth
"Youth without Resentment"
Text/Xi Murong
When you were young
If you fall in love with someone
Please
Please treat him gently
Then
all
moments will be one of flawless beauty.
If we have to separate
Say goodbye properly
Also be grateful in your heart
Thank him for giving Your memory
Only when you grow up
will you know
At the moment when you look back
Youth without resentment can No regrets after meeting
Like the silent full moon on the hill
"Youth"
Text/Chen Qing
Youthful Flowers bloom and fade, which makes me tired but I don’t regret it.
The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but haggard.
The gentle wind and green dreams, the gentle morning and dusk,
The faint clouds and the faint tears, the faint years.
With a bit of wandering joy, I just left like this and never came back.
No one hinted at the boring feeling of homesickness that I felt when I was young.
I want to cling tightly to every piece of golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washes away my accumulated sadness.
I met her in full bloom in that distant spring scenery,
filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me to sing for you. I will not be able to sleep every night from now on.
Allow me to cry for you. In the tears, I can fly freely.
The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes.
The days in the dream are many but I start to want to go home.
I want to bury all my songs on that green hillside,
waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world.
The blooming and fading flowers of youth make me tired but not regretful.
The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but unbearable and haggard.
The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk,
The passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years.
"Believe in the Future"
Text/Forefinger
When the spider web mercilessly blocked my stove
When the smoke of ashes Sighing the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment
Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future
When my purple grape turns For the dew of late autumn
When my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others
I still stubbornly write on the desolate earth with the frost-covered dead vines
Next: Believe in the future
I want to use my fingers to catch the waves rushing to the horizon
I want to use my palms to support the sea of ??the sun
The branch of swaying dawn Warm and beautiful pen holder
Written in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe in the eyes of people in the future< /p>
She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history
She has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years, regardless of people’s rotten flesh and blood
The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure
Should we express moved tears and deep sympathy
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people have deep feelings for our spine
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Those countless explorations, losses, failures and successes
will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for them Evaluation
Friends, firmly believe in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in youth that defeats death
Believe in the future and love life
"Youth"
Written by Xi Murong
All endings have been written
All tears have begun< /p>
But suddenly I forgot what it was like
In that ancient summer that never comes back
No matter how I try to pursue it
When you were young, you just passed by like a cloud shadow
And your smiling face was extremely light
Gradually disappearing into the mist after sunset
Then I opened the yellowed title page
Fate had bound it extremely poorly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I had to admit< /p>
Youth is a hasty book
"The Poetry of Youth"
Is there a kind of beauty that can become eternal?
No one told me the answer,
There were only meteors streaking across the sky.
Is there any kind of memory that can move you?
No one told me the answer,
There was only a seven-color rainbow after the rain.
How can we say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child’s innocent smile.
How can we say that
I will no longer be moved at night without lights?
Did you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are youth
We are the bright stars in the night sky
We are unruly
We are the persistent flying eagles in the sky
4. Poems describing the beauty of youth
"Youth Loves Me So Much"
Swallows are falling at dusk, and the smoke from cooking fires in the south of the Yangtze River is going into the evening
The wind pulls the sunset and squeezes it. When I enter someone else’s house, it’s before you
Your sudden arrival in March made me sleepless and sleepless
The coincidence of Yangchun and Baixue comes from nature
Temperament is a magnet, you also attract all the circulating drunken eyes
The mundane world, the uniqueness scattered in you is fresh
The hibiscus comes out of the water, like an angel visiting the world
< p> Nature is gone, no one can stop you from being free and easyLove is hard to let go, how can I clone your good karma in the future
My liking is not just a whim, you blame me for being perfunctory
You said that love requires all your strength, and you follow your lead
Losing trust, you relegated all my oaths to each other
My dear, I am sure that you and I are not the same. Related
Please give me some more time before we part ways
A few red beans are as beautiful as yours, teach me how to reduce lovesickness
You said provocatively, I True and false, I am used to madness
Silly girl, you have stolen my old style
I like this kind of youth so much
5. Describe the beauty of youth Ancient Poetry
A young man doesn’t know what it’s like to be sad. But it’s a good autumn in Xinliang.
1. "Wandering to the South Pavilion"
Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
It was a clear sky in the evening, and the clouds were returning to the west.
The dense forest contains the remaining clear air, and the distant peaks are semicircular.
I have been suffering from coma for a long time, and the hotel overlooks the countryside.
Zelan gradually fades away, while hibiscus begins late.
I am not tired of the beauty of youth, but I have seen Zhu Ming move.
The relatives sighed, and the white hair of the stars hung down.
The medicine and bait stop the emotion, but the disease suddenly comes here.
The generals passed away and the autumn water passed away, and the old cliff of Jingyan weir rested.
Who am I interested in? Appreciation is only a matter of conscience.
2. "Song of Cherishing Flowers"
Tang Bao Junhui
Flowers on the branches, people under the flowers, pitiful and youthful in color.
Yesterday the flowers were blooming, but today they are about to fall.
It’s better to enjoy the flowers and wait for the spring breeze to blow away.
The orioles sing and the butterflies dance for a long time, and the scent of pine flowers is cooked in the red stove.
After putting on makeup, chanting and wandering around, I returned the fragrant branches to the bridal chamber alone.
3. "Autumn Hibiscus"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The wind and dew have become cold, and the sky has become dusk.
There are hibiscus flowers in the courtyard, which bloom and fall in the same morning.
The autumn blooms are already lonely, but the sunsets are so numerous.
I pity the lack of color, but I sigh again and don't hesitate to patrol.
Feeling the cause and remembering the other, I would like to chat for a while.
Men get rich when they are old, and women get married later.
Aspiration can only be achieved when the head is white, and people can only succeed when the color is declining.
Will you be as content as you were when you were young?
4. "Farewell to a Friend"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is fighting for their lives.
Youth cannot be retained and gray hair will occur naturally.
The raindrops at night bring homesickness, and the autumn wind brings farewell feelings.
Fifty miles away from the capital, there is the sound of galloping horses chasing chickens.
5. "Send Li Qing Back to Huayangchuan"
Li Bai of Tang Dynasty
The son of Boyang Immortal Family, his appearance is as youthful.
The sun and moon are in the secret spiritual cave, and the clouds are leaving the world behind.
Transform your mind and nourish your soul, hiding your innocence.
Don’t say farewell for a thousand years, come back to a new city.
6. Beautiful poems describing youth
Beautiful sentences about youth
1. Many things we thought we would never forget in our lives are just what we never forget. days, forgotten by us.
2. I know I am not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I came from more than anyone else. Run forward.
3. You give me a tear, and I see the whole ocean in your heart
4. If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But I am so crazy Why hasn’t God destroyed me for a long time?
5. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement that bloom into a lonely forest without wind
< p> 6. In this sad and bright March, I walked through my thin youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the sadness, joy and impermanence that appear and disappear.7. If you laugh once, I can be happy for several days; but if you cry once, I will be sad for several years.
8. Those things that we once thought we never forget are forgotten by us in the process of never forgetting them.
9. A lonely person will always carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over every night when the stars fall.
10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk anymore. Whenever I talk, I don’t dare to look at the sky anymore.
11. I count every day. Your smile, but even when you smile, you feel so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and relaxed.
12. There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you, but you left me, and you told me how to smile at others again in the future
13. There used to be A smile appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart. I couldn't swim across it. The sound of the river became my despair every day and every night. singing.
14. The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like clear streams, in the wind, in front of my eyes, passing by, and warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations. , I just want you to be happy, not sad`````
15. The wind blows the fleeting years like broken flowers, and your smile is swaying and becomes the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, look at Snow, look at the deep shadows of the season.
16. A person always has to take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you tried so hard to forget are really Just forgot about it.
17. Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.
18. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost.
19. If one day we are no longer together, we should act as if we were together.
20. Forget it if you haven’t finished talking about some things. Everyone is a king, domineering in his own world. You don’t want to listen to me, but you don’t want me to listen to you either. .
21. I forget which year, month and day I carved a face on which wall. A smiling face staring at me sadly. We smiled and said we were stuck in time. In fact, the original place has been swept away silently by the torrent
22. Some people will always be engraved in the memory. Even if they forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but every time The feeling when I think of him will never change
23. Those who used to say they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.
24. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back
25. You will never see me when I am the loneliest, because I am the loneliest only when you are not by my side.
26. The space formed by singing allows the years to come and go freely, so the face of the person who is still protected has not changed and a huge and unending hatred.
27. In summary One day I will walk away from you silently without making any sound. I have missed a lot, and I am always sad alone.
28. I look at you with a smile just like now, silent, Proud, disappointed, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have always stood in the present while you always stay in the past.
29. If we are all children, we can stay where time is. , sitting together and listening to those stories that never grow old while slowly laughing.
30. I forgot which year, which month, which day, and which wall I carved a face and a smile on. Gazing at my face with sadness, will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor blooming in the windless forest that has never existed before?
7. Beautiful ancient poems about youth
< p> 1. "Message to Youth" Youth is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky and the charming ocean.Far-reaching, vast and full of fantasy. Youth is green, like green bamboo and open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vitality. Youth is red, like burning flames, like the rising sun.
Full of vigor and hope, willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and moon, white and flawless.
Like a blank piece of paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless.
Like the wind, ever-changing, like the fog, gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; control it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. If you have it, you will have a colorful life. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.
Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons. 2. "Endless Youth" All youth has not been written all the years have already been scarred. I am willing to cling to the tenderness of my life on the lawn in those sunny afternoons, but I don’t know when the summer kite will say goodbye again. When did it end? One day, we haven't had time to say goodbye. Xiao Xiao Qiuyu has long since come and spring has gone. The footsteps of separation are like sighing. In the beautiful scenery of those memories, there are always regrets and regrets. The tears that fall are continued bit by bit. The incomplete poem of youth.