Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Shisong, "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Du Fu-Tang's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? -Qin Guan-Song "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. -Tao Yuanming-Jin's Miscellaneous Poems Rootless Life
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! -Su Shi Song's "Qingquan Temple Huanxi Sand Tour"
Every grass and tree knows sorrow, and youth is bald. -Cao Xueqin-Ming "Tang Duoling Catkin"
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Youth refers to the period from/kloc-0.5 to 20 years old. Bright flowers in youth; It is also used to describe the resurrection of old things; Also refers to 10- 16-year-old teenagers; In spring and summer, the vegetation grows vigorously, and full of green is a lush period. So it's called youth.
Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. From the Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin's "Cut the Plum, Rain Pear closes the door" means that she was awakened by the sound of warblers in the early morning, crying her tears dry and speechless. Qian Qian's worries and grievances seemed to be swallowed into her chest with two lines of tears. However, the depression in my chest had to be resolved, so I borrowed wine to drown my sorrows.
2. Describe the career of teachers who miss the ancient poems of youth like trees; Wherever we go, flowers are nourished, which is the teacher's love for us. Miss the teacher, pick a cloud as an elegy: the four spring breeze is rainy.
People compare teachers to gardeners, and sweet-scented osmanthus smells good. Wherever we go, we hold high a sincere blessing with our hands and step on the earth.
The music in September has been put on. Thank you for coming. Teachers are like trees.
The teacher of hymn seven. Let's weave a big wreath. Your eyes are like bright stars.
Praise the teacher's poem 2, willing to contribute silently! People compare teachers to red candles. Our teachers are good, and peaches and plums are cultivated all over the world. We pay high tribute to you until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teach you regret in your heart; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life, like the spring rain, we will never forget it. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
Praise a poem by the teacher. Who is it-who has made mistakes in training young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, blowing the earth yellow! The teacher was so selfless that she burst into tears at the thought of teaching.
Diaosi vomited before he was old, but he felt sorry for himself. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! Ah.
Always remember your words! Your protection makes us grow up healthily? It's you, the teacher's teaching is like spring rain! Teacher. Teacher, come again today, please have a drink, and I will offer a flower to irrigate the earth.
You have worked hard. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn, but it burns itself. Praise the teacher's poem 5! -You've tried.
Green leaves symbolize the teacher's youth: I love my teacher like a red candle, calling for gold and rice! Teacher. We sing September, and let me roam in the world of knowledge.
Small trees grow into pillars. Teacher's holiday, and we try to grow up with drizzle! Praise the teacher's poem 3, silently benefiting the society and bringing spring scenery to the world, which is indeed inexhaustible; You're the one sweating.
The teacher's words and deeds are just a cup full of emotions, watering the seedlings. When we are in full bloom like flowers.
Teacher's love for us. Teacher-is it you who lit the brightest lamp for me on my dark road of life and nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring? It is you, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother, as warm as the sun; No matter where we go! You use hard sweat.
Spring sowing peaches and plums 3000 nursery. Gentle spring rain is the same as teacher-student love: you offer a flower! Teacher.
When I am old, I miss all the teachers who struggle in the education front. The teacher is a big tree.
You have worked hard. Teachers are the noblest career in the world. Always remember your feelings, several autumn rains washed away the gap and taught us a wealth of knowledge.
Teachers are like gardeners, with blue sky above their heads. Teachers are willing to be green leaves.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. Words written on the palm of your hand! People who are working hard in the heat and cold! That's all I can do, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring.
The teacher is a green leaf! Praise the teacher's poem four Although it is farewell, because this is our sincere confession.
Wherever we go, Qiu Lai is full of fruits from China. The autumn season is fruitful.
You gave the seeds! Teacher, please make us red flowers, because this is your eternal festival, please accept our gift in September; Teacher-you have pointed out the direction for me in my rough life! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Hello, it arrived as scheduled. Teacher: In September, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teacher, for our growth.
The teacher led us to a sunny life and lit the fire in the students' hearts; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings and nurtured our flowers! Teacher. Grateful heart feels that it has come all the way, ah, teacher, until the physical strength is exhausted, and now it is sad! Teacher, we love you! People who have made no contribution to their youth: I remember your dusty hands, your charitable teaching and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents and the world will be so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are an angel who praises the teacher. You ignited others and burned yourself. Candle tears turn gray, and autumn is stronger.
Miss the teacher sowing sweat to cool off the summer. We remember that in September, the teacher's style was like a green leaf. We will always remember your love, bring joy to everyone, and still laugh in the sky. I don't know how much effort you have devoted.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. Who is it that educates naughty people into caring people who can help others, shines with charming brilliance, and turns a candle into ashes without regret? It will always be a flower of yours, cultivating us into a forest: the golden wind sends laughter.
My heart is like raindrops. be
Praise the teacher's poem six The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and we have a bumper harvest; Your singing is like a clear spring. Who is it after the effort? It leads us into a spacious classroom. Teacher, you are like an autumn breeze.
September. Teachers sow the seeds of hope, and don't forget that gardeners cultivate kindness.
3. Poems that miss "youth" What are the poems that miss "youth": few bosom friends.
Dark wound on the arm. There are young people and old people hidden in the door.
-Year: Song Author: Anonymous "Bite your lips, warblers crow and tread flowers" afraid to see the new calendar, drop out of school. -youth does not dye white beard.
Year: Song Author: Xiang Ziyin "Huanxisha" puts hops in front of you and asks you. There is no way in the world to make spring stay.
-even if youth can stay. Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu's Collection of Wind and Rain, Hops Before Your Majesty, has lost its youth.
Do not look down. You can visit Yaolin today.
-Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu's "The Pride of Fishermen: The Year of the twelfth lunar month is as bright as a wild wave". Young talents have new words, and pink ladies advocate wine. -Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower" requires drinking the enemy's youth, and don't be ashamed of new flowers.
-Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring" is the dusk of youth, and peach blossoms fall like red rain. -Year: Tang Author: Li He "Into the Glass Clock" Young parrots, Liuta and Bishan people came, and the glass was full of sake.
-year: Tang Author: Si Kongtu's "Twenty-four Poems" leads me home, sings my songs loudly and drinks my wine in that green spring day. -Year: Tang Author: Du Fu's "The two sides of the Yellow River are recaptured by the imperial army" May the green be like youth.
-Year: Song Author: Anonymous "Yan" has smooth muscles and slender arms. Xianlang's situation is a youthful tone.
-Year: Song Author: Anonymous "He Que Around the Ice Eaves" In March, the youth flickered, and the 90-year-old started again. -Year: Song Author: Shi Shaotan's 102 Odes.
4. The poem of missing youth is 1). At that time, I enjoyed flowers, but now I don't even have half a flower. -Yan Shu's Magnolia
At that time, every time I got drunk, I didn't feel miserable. -Wang Changling's "On the Girder Road"
3) Remembering the past is like knitting. I miss my old country and feel empty. -Sadulla's "Man Jiang Hong"
At that time, it was like a general's trilogy, wandering in the desert. -Jiang Kui's Desolate Offender
5). adjust the treasure and dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridge words together. -Zhou Zizhi's partridge sky.
6). The bridal chamber remembers that when we first met, we were only together for a long time. -Liu Yong's "Day and Night Music"
7). It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
8). In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn. -Ling Huchu's Zaqu? The trip of four boys
9). Spring has passed, and * * cherishes a sunny year. There are peach blossoms on the running water. Bamboo leaves have nothing to say before they are drunk, but they are waiting to see the sky. -Liu Yuxi "Miscellaneous songs? Jiangnan memory
10). At that time, I knew how many beads and tears, and I still spot bamboo today. -Gao Pian's "Feier Temple"
5. Describe the career of teachers who miss the ancient poems of youth like trees; Wherever we go, flowers are nourished, which is the teacher's love for us. Miss the teacher, pick a cloud as an elegy: the four spring breeze is rainy.
People compare teachers to gardeners, and sweet-scented osmanthus smells good. Wherever we go, we hold high a sincere blessing with our hands and step on the earth.
The music in September has been put on. Thank you for coming. Teachers are like trees.
The teacher of hymn seven. Let's weave a big wreath. Your eyes are like bright stars.
Praise the teacher's poem 2, willing to contribute silently! People compare teachers to red candles. Our teachers are good, and peaches and plums are cultivated all over the world. We pay high tribute to you until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teach you regret in your heart; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life, like the spring rain, we will never forget it. The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine.
Praise a poem by the teacher. Who is it-who has made mistakes in training young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you, the teacher's enthusiasm is like the sun, blowing the earth yellow! The teacher was so selfless that she burst into tears at the thought of teaching.
Diaosi vomited before he was old, but he felt sorry for himself. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! Ah.
Always remember your words! Your protection makes us grow up healthily? It's you, the teacher's teaching is like spring rain! Teacher. Teacher, come again today, please have a drink, and I will offer a flower to irrigate the earth.
You have worked hard. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain. Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn, but it burns itself. Praise the teacher's poem 5! -You've tried.
Green leaves symbolize the teacher's youth: I love my teacher like a red candle, calling for gold and rice! Teacher. We sing September, and let me roam in the world of knowledge.
Small trees grow into pillars. Teacher's holiday, and we try to grow up with drizzle! Praise the teacher's poem 3, silently benefiting the society and bringing spring scenery to the world, which is indeed inexhaustible; You're the one sweating.
The teacher's words and deeds are just a cup full of emotions, watering the seedlings. When we are in full bloom like flowers.
Teacher's love for us. Teacher-it is you who lit the brightest lamp for me on my dark road of life and nurtured the tender seedlings that just broke ground in spring? It is you, dedicated to my dear teacher and mother, as warm as the sun; No matter where we go! You use hard sweat.
Spring sowing peaches and plums 3000 nursery. Gentle spring rain is the same as teacher-student love: you offer a flower! Teacher.
When I am old, I miss all the teachers who struggle in the education front. The teacher is a big tree.
You have worked hard. Teachers are the noblest career in the world. Always remember your feelings, several autumn rains washed away the gap and taught us a wealth of knowledge.
Teachers are like gardeners, with blue sky above their heads. Teachers are willing to be green leaves.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. Words written on the palm of your hand! People who are working hard in the heat and cold! That's all I can do, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring.
The teacher is a green leaf! Praise the teacher's poem four Although it is farewell, because this is our sincere confession.
Wherever we go, Qiu Lai is full of fruits from China. The autumn season is fruitful.
You gave the seeds! Teacher, please make us red flowers, because this is your eternal festival, please accept our gift in September; Teacher-you have pointed out the direction for me in my rough life! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Hello, it arrived as scheduled. Teacher: In September, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teacher, for our growth.
The teacher led us to a sunny life and lit the fire in the students' hearts; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings and nurtured our flowers! Teacher. Grateful heart feels that it has come all the way, ah, teacher, until the physical strength is exhausted, and now it is sad! Teacher, we love you! People who have made no contribution to their youth: I remember your dusty hands, your charitable teaching and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents and the world will be so civilized because of you. You are a beacon for children who have lost their way to find their homes. You are an angel who praises the teacher. You ignited others and burned yourself. Candle tears turn gray, and autumn is stronger.
Miss the teacher sowing sweat to cool off the summer. We remember that in September, the teacher's style was like a green leaf. We will always remember your love, bring joy to everyone, and still laugh in the sky. I don't know how much effort you have devoted.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. Who is it that educates naughty people into caring people who can help others, shines with charming brilliance, and turns a candle into ashes without regret? It will always be a flower of yours, cultivating us into a forest: the golden wind sends laughter.
My heart is like raindrops. be
Praise the teacher's poem six The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and we have a bumper harvest; Your singing is like a clear spring. Who is it after the effort? It leads us into a spacious classroom. Teacher, you are like an autumn breeze.
September. Teachers sow the seeds of hope, and don't forget that gardeners cultivate kindness.
6. Youth Poems in Ancient Poetry
Boys travel
Tang Libai
Knocking on the floor and drinking, the sword song is easy to water.
Pass by the prince of Yan and visit Bingzhou.
With lofty ideals and lofty ambitions, we young people are destined to achieve great success in the future.
Don't bully each other by attacking Lu Goujian.
Many people have a dream of martial arts when they are young, and they live bravely, happily and smartly in the rivers and lakes like the chivalrous men in martial arts novels.
Youth is the spring breeze.
After graduation
Tang mengjiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Everyone's youth is not smooth sailing. Youth will suffer and be tempered, but as long as you don't give up, you will eventually stand in applause and cheers; After studying hard at the cold window for decades, it finally turned into the high-spirited spirit of "seeing all the Chang 'an flowers in one day".
Youth is naive and lively.
Red lips
Song liqing Zhao
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands.
Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off.
She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
Young girls are always shy when they are young. I was sweating profusely after swinging. Seeing a guest coming, I ran away without shoes. I ran so fast that Chai Jin also fell to the ground. After running away, he secretly looked back at the guests. This is youth, innocent and lively youth.
Youth is lonely and speechless.
Go to the palace in March
Don Lihe
The canal is red and surrounded by the royal walls.
Feng petite Ye Xuee makes up.
Curtains are many times younger and older,
It can be locked for a thousand years, and people will see it for a long time.
Youth is a hasty book. In the best time of youth, ladies-in-waiting are locked in the palace gate, unable to appreciate the passion and vitality of youth.
Youth, romance and chic.
Bodhisattva-level people
Five Dynasties Wei Zhaung
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.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old.
I spent my youth in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, thinking about traveling and having fun in spring. When I rode across the bridge, I dumped all the women in the building by myself. When I was young, I was always romantic.
Young people are trying to make progress.
Persuasive learning
Tang mengjiao
If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke.
It is unnatural to learn without learning.
Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?
Everything depends on your own practice, and the knowledge gained by others can't replace your own talent. You should work hard as soon as possible while you are young. Can a person be a teenager forever?
Youth is fleeting.
See a friend off
Don Dumu
After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is struggling with life.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.
Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens.
Everyone says that youth is good, and everyone knows that youth can't stay. Since youth is a brilliant meteor, why not let it shine the most dazzling light?
Youth is sentimental.
Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Xin qi Ji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.
Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
People tend to be sentimental when they are young. Writing down the sad sentences of youth in the diary has not actually experienced the ups and downs of life. However, after rich life experience, if you really know your worries, you will be speechless and needless to say.
Youth is admirable.
Miscellaneous poems on the lake
Qingyuanmei
Geling, flowers bloom in February, and tourists talk about immortals.
Old people's hearts are different from those of tourists, and they don't envy immortals or teenagers.
I don't envy those immortals, I envy teenagers, just because teenagers are the most charming.
Youth is not exclusive to young people.
Huanxisha
Song sushi
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
It rained at dusk.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west!
Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Who says that old people will never return to their youth? Look, the running water in front of that door can still flow west! Don't lament the passage of time when you are old. As long as you are self-reliant, optimistic and self-reliant, as long as you are willing, you can still glow with youthful brilliance.
7. Who can recommend some poems that miss youth? Thank you.
I'm still not myself.
In a trance, youth is gone.
So many years of wandering
I never cried.
But the last hug at parting
Tears are still in my heart.
……
We were.
have a dream
There is also a fear of the future.
With the disappointment of youth.
Wave and walk away.
……
When I hear
when can i see you again
But uneasy.
I'm afraid of my youth.
Never look into your eyes again.
Reflect the slightest trace
……
However, when we met, we were all drunk.
Laughing and laughing.
Joke with each other
Mature person.
Learn to protect yourself.
At the same time, it also protected many secrets of the year.
……
But I saw you in the crowd.
Turn your face quietly
Eyes are clearly my familiar tears.
Pretend to raise your glass.
It seems that inadvertently
Wipe it off gently
……
see you again
The person I love
Maybe when we meet again.
No matter how many wrinkles there are on your forehead.
In my heart
You're still the same.
……
Young lady
Standing at the end of the century, I am so silent.
Youth has long been black and blue, and nostalgia can't make up for the leaking soul.
The natural process of youth is a poem full of beautiful fantasies, and a tearful and sweet flower. Spring is coming, and the sound of youth jointing makes the old man shine.
Miss youth, youth seems to be the impression left by Van Gogh's Sunflower, which makes life play an ode.
Miss youth, I have repeatedly scrubbed the rusty days to wash away the lost innocence and poetry. I spent all my time trying to filter out the artistic conception of thousands of feet friendship. Let the ordinary days talk to the ordinary youth. The season of youth has long gone away from me, just like waiting for the peach blossom in March to open slowly and turn red slowly, so that the peach blossom can still smile in the spring breeze.
Miss youth, what did you miss? I don't even think I have experienced the season of youth. I just think that there will be a bright future in another village, and after the first day of Iraq, there will be a cool breeze and a bright moon, with rain and snow.
Miss youth, I look directly at the youth around me and imagine the ancient youth.
When Confucius returned in late spring and March, Zhuang Zhouchun dreamed of becoming a butterfly. I don't know who is a butterfly and who is a butterfly. Youth is a gift of eighteen. Willow tops on the moon, peacocks fly southeast.
Youth is a bull market in life, and the key lies in whether to invest and pay, seize the opportunity and work hard so as not to be sad.
Miss youth, put your soul in the channel of thinking and catch up with the sun with the speed of light as the background.