Modern poetry about youth

Modern poems about youth are summarized as follows

1, memories of youth

Traces of the passage of time

What is left is a memory.

A passer-by of time

I am a passer-by of time.

Let me through.

Where I walked in those years.

Leave a permanent footprint.

The past youth is lost in the world of time.

Youth without regrets, yesterday without regrets.

Standing under the night sky

Look at the stars in the sky, look at the moon.

Bright stars filled the whole night.

The night sky I saw in those years

I am still so familiar today.

Tears always appear in my heart.

Just sigh the passage of time.

Time is running out.

I follow the time.

I wonder if time will go back.

That's a fantasy, right?

Say goodbye to the lost time.

Say goodbye to yesterday.

Or pack your bags on your back

Go straight ahead.

2, the dream of youth

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calmly

Opened the window of the soul.

Dream of seeing the sun

Like a flying butterfly

Fly into the sea of fresh flowers

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Crystal brain

reflected light

Like a fledgling goose.

Dream of flying in the blue sky

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Passion like fire

The core of performance

Bright red blood is flowing.

Plant lofty sentiments in dreams.

Be ready to provide services wherever needed (instead of staying in your hometown)

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This is a beautiful bird.

Dreams are your wings.

Talent is your clothes.

Only fly to the blue sky

Your future will be full of sunshine.

3, youth chasing dreams

Dream that even though Wan Li is far away,

Take a step ahead and have a taste first.

The road to chasing dreams is stormy.

Fearless, dangerous and aggressive.

Ambitious when I was young,

The baby eagle flies high.

He bore fruit towards his dream,

Youth is like a song, full of fragrance.

4. When I was young

When I was in my prime

No sorrow, no sorrow.

On the endless grassland

Pastoral pastoral of grazing youth and happiness

When I was in my prime

No tears, no sadness.

In the starry night sky

A rising star who pursues the ideal of youth

When I was in my prime

No loneliness, no sadness.

In spring, a hundred flowers blossom.

In the season of youthful love.

When I was in my prime

No loss, no sadness.

In an epic era

Fly the hydrogen balloon of youth dream.