How to write youth poems

Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you can never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations. It engraved the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a knowledge pagoda. Youth is a tree that thrives and stands the test of wind and rain. Youth is a budding bud that wants to show its unique charm to the world. I give myself a youth gift with a passionate youth heart. That is the second poem of youth. Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy. Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland. Full of infinite vitality and vigor. Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun. Full of vigor and vitality, full of expectation, willing to selfless dedication to light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless. I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves. Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song. Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons. Is there a kind of beauty in the poems of youth that can become eternal? No one told me the answer, only a meteor across the sky. Are there any memories that can be moved? No one told me the answer, only the rainbow of seven colors after the rain. How can we say that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile. How can you say that the night without lights is no longer moving? Do you know that stars are also caring eyes? We are youth, we are bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent eagles on the horizon, nothing can stop our yearning for beauty, nothing can influence our investment in youth, and the most beautiful poems of youth should be read aloud by us. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. 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 it will wither one day. Youth is a grain of sand in your hand. Unconsciously, it has been revealed that youth is a meteor in the sky. Although beautiful, it is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it. Chapter IV young chinese takes boundless night as ink and scarred land as paper. Who was after the opium war? The two words written down-China, make people feel hazy and tired, and make people feel sad and indignant. On that day, countless young people took to the streets to cope with dripping blood and a bleak life, with China shrinking in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty and China falling on his knees in treaty of nanking. Their cry was like a burst of thunder, which stirred the silent land. They spread like bundles of flames on winding roads and bloom into beautiful flowers in May. From then on, they joined the ranks of * * * producers, and they resolutely chose to smash the darkness with a hammer and harvest the light with a sickle. They walked through the streets, crossed Xiongguan, galloped on the battlefield and bravely killed the enemy. They want to write a brand-new China with guns, and they want to paint a youthful China with blood. Years later, when my eyes crossed the peak of history, I could still feel their breath. I saw the sweaty faces of young people again, and I heard their brilliance. Their songs echoed in the barren land. They wrote a poem of love in the long years with their regretless youth. Yes, years are long and life is long. This is a passionate poem. This is a scene of flowers in full bloom. This is a magnificent symphony. This is the monument of Top Gun. Oh, China, I will write a poem for you. I will protect the vast blue of the sea with the golden language of the sun. Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you with the color of spring flowers and the light of the five-star red flag. On this day, a capital China makes people read brightly. On this day, a soaring China makes people read vividly and proudly. This is the expected China in the East generate of the world. This is the brilliant China under the leadership of China Producers' Party. This is our youth China! When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please be sure to treat him gently, then all the moments will be flawless beauty. If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will understand that youth without resentment will suddenly look back and there will be no regrets. What is a quiet full moon on the mountain? It is the voice of the book, our passion to fly the dream of youth; What is youth? It is passionate writing, and we write the story of youth with perseverance; What is youth? It is the pace of running, and we chase the expectation of tomorrow with strength; What is youth? It is sweat, and we use courage to strengthen the faith of youth. What is youth? Youth is not cowardice, not fear, not giving up. Youth is the flame of life. What is the dream? It is an understanding of "diligence and laziness, and successful learning is destroyed by thinking"; What is the dream? It is the persistence of "there is a way to learn from the mountains, and there is no limit to learning from the sea"; What is the dream? It is the courage to "be confident that life for 200 years will be like hitting water for three thousand miles"; What is the dream? It is the spirit of "the road is long, I will go up and down to seek". . What is a dream? Dreams are not arrogance, deception or a mirage. Dreams are the wings of our success. Youth is as bright as fire; Youth is as transparent as water; Dreams are as vast as the sea; Dream, poetic passion! Ah, youth! Dream! Our pride! Our promise! Our youth, blooming in the beautiful campus, our dreams, flying in the young seventh middle school, turning the dedication and wax torch of spring into ashes; Spring breeze and rain, the joy of peaches and plums; Diligent and rigorous, realistic and enterprising vision; The pride of standing at the forefront and keeping pace with the times. Let's fly together-don't let youth be wasted in QQ; Don't let youth wander in front of TV. Don't let youth disappear in boredom; Don't let your youth be wasted in small talk. Don't let youth show disappointment in parents' eyes; Don't let youth lose its luster in the teacher's sigh. Let's go beyond it together-let Qingqing Yuxiushan be our companion, let the murmuring Qingyinxi testify, let the mountains and rivers be proud, and add color to Zhuzi's hometown! Chapter VII Youth Youth is blue, like an endless clear sky, like a charming ocean. Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy. Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland. Full of infinite vitality and vigor. Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun. Full of vigor and vitality, full of expectation, willing to selfless dedication to light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless. I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves. Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song. Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons. Chapter 8 The youth of those years, those endless memories slipped out of the track of life quietly, just like the notch on the table. From this year to next year, we have recorded the joys and sorrows year after year, which proves that the joys and sorrows have left traces of our growth. The ninth chapter writes the years into songs and jumps on the strings alone on that day called youth. The sad sunset lingers in my youth, and the block letters in my diary have been blurred by tears, subverting my previous vows. You in my memory and your gentle back are still the most beautiful scenery in my life. 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. Light wind and green dreams, light morning sleep, light clouds and light tears, light years. With the joy of wandering, I will never come back. No one hinted at the dry taste of homesickness when I was young. I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset. You are my youth. You came gently, with a little naughty. You are so naive and hypocritical. You came quietly, with a little dream. You are so cute. You are faint, fresh is your temperament, and simplicity is your wealth. I wanted to hold you in my arms, but you cried. Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity. Just because you are my youth. In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently. The bare tree is a single old man who spent the winter. The frozen wound is still slowly dripping with blood. Lonely branches are bare and scattered all over the floor. Blown by the cold wind, a few birds are jumping under the eaves and looking here from time to time, but they are never far from their warm homes. The sun is always pale, sighing and swaying again and again in the dignified sky. There is nothing left behind the face. What is youth? Youth is a never-ending song. Youth is a never-ending river. Youth is a book that you will never get tired of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations. It engraved the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge, shedding the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian. Youth is a thriving tree that has stood the test of wind and rain. Youth is a budding bud that wants to show itself to the world. Manner 14 If you are not happy enough, don't frown. Life is short. Why cultivate bitterness? Open the dusty doors and windows, and let the sunshine and rain cover every corner. Vilen, who is heading for life, let the wind iron his forehead and dilute his sorrow. Dark colors can cover light colors. I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I chose far convenience, I only care about suffering. I don't think about whether I can win feelings. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't think about what will happen next. Will not hit the cold wind and rain. Since the goal is the horizon, all that can be left to the world is the back. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy, as long as I love everything in life. As expected, sixteen-year-old young people are full of words, and memories are like honey, which has become bitter thoughts. Beautiful words are floating in the clouds and fog, shocking the soul of youth stories, restless youth wandering in music, because this is a perfect country, and the mentality that no one can understand is a lonely and gentle heart, fragrant words, intoxicating music, beautiful emotional stories, bitter stories, unwilling to compromise and give up, unwilling to bow their heads easily, because young and fragrant hearts cannot be transparent and bound by white language. Youth is not a pure white color, it is a beautiful note, and confusion is only an occasional mistake. Tears are tender feelings of youth, flying kites and missing flying. A pair of wings will choose to soar in the sea, not to hurt regretless youth, not to experience vicissitudes of music and feelings, and never to reach the vicissitudes of nature, short-lived glory and short-lived beauty. The memory of youth is the memory of the breeze, the memory of a beautiful dream, the charm of the years left yesterday, and the reason for tears.