Poetry of youth
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
Youth quartet
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.
(2) Unrequited love
look at you
Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
Grow into crazy spring grass
(3) My youth
The dark sky in winter
No beautiful birds fly by.
a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition
No fish swims happily
I flew into the sky.
Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water
I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.
Childhood is a complete mirror.
Youth is a mottled leaf.
Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?
Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
But the passion that has passed away?
(4) Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.
You are my youth.
You came quietly,
With a little naughty.
You are so naive,
Hypocrisy is irresistible
You came quietly,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
You're weak,
Freshness is your temperament,
Simplicity is your wealth.
I want to hold you in my arms,
But you cried.
Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.
Just because you are my youth.
Young people are not in the mood
< 1 >
When I look back again,
The one in the back.
Yao Ming waved his hand for a long time.
but
Still nothing.
Only the leaves on those trees in the back.
In the wind
Show off gently
< 2 >
In these quiet days, I always look out of the window silently.
Look at that bare tree. It's a single old man who spends the winter.
My frozen wound is still slowly bleeding.
Lonely branches are bare and scattered in the cold breeze.
The roots are full of confusion.
A few finches are jumping under the eaves, looking here from time to time.
But never far from their warm home.
The sun is always pale in the dignified sky.
A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again
After shaking your face again and again, there is nothing left.
< 3 >
There are still seven or eight stars scattered on the hay that has not fallen for a long time.
A bird lay quietly in the grass, as if it had been dead for a long time.
I walked through this place, but I couldn't find my deep mark.
The clear river is covered with leaves of all sizes.
Many traps were laid leisurely in a wide valley.
Step on the accumulated fallen leaves carefully.
Find the way with a particularly gentle voice.
Sometimes you will find the shell casings left by old hunters in the years.
I suddenly realized that it was originally composed of some beautiful petals.
Steel plate
< 4 >
Is it to pray for the song of the wind again for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years?
Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again?
Is it for the soul to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it because of that unique banana that it continues to wander in the empty fantasy world?
Day after day, I was soaked in rain and exhausted by the scorching sun.
Day after day, dusty footprints make the ground fuzzy.
How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang?
The environment is getting worse and worse, and we can't hit a brand-new human being.
The bitterness and saltiness of past lives still surround the dam you stepped on.
< 5 >
Sitting by the river, sitting on the rough black beach.
I'm thinking about that vast wasteland and yellow mud again.
I have been away from home for a long time, and there is nothing left.
The most disgusting silence is easygoing.
Let the footsteps of the years drift the black floating soil into a blank.
The two mouths finally became a muddled dead sea.
After millions of storms, it is still immortal silence.
< 6 >
Laughter came from a distance.
Flip the pages on the table with the wind.
It's like you're approaching through the distant waves.
This is a lotus flower that blooms in the snowfield in winter. . . . . .
youth
Those infinite memories
Slip out of the track of life quietly
Like a gap in the table.
From this year to next year
year after year
Record happiness and sadness
Confirmed the joys and sorrows.
Left traces of our growth.
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
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 one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I once again walked into the memory of youth. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but now it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 30-year-old, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.
But, after all, I have been stationed in this life station. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness. And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times?
Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.
No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can we get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us. . . . .
Youth without Complaints (Xi Murong _ Taiwan Province Province)
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
Poetry of youth
Shen Qing
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.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
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.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Song of Youth (Prose)
: traffic jam
When we put on the wings full of sunshine and stand on the post of youth, we will open the door of light and hope with Peng Pai's blood and hands to welcome the sunshine. So the end of the journey to find youth has become a new beginning.
The journey of youth makes us have too many pursuits, and finding and experiencing the light of youth has become an oath in our hearts. We have carried our ideals countless times, and set out with the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road of youth is still long, maybe the road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns. However, we can take our ideals as the classics and actions as the latitudes, and make unremitting strides toward distant goals.
In the tunnel of time, we hope to drill out the blue sky with sharp eyes, and let the excited heart cross the boundless sky like a sharp arrow and shoot into the lofty universe. I hope that all travelers who are looking for youth like us will pack their bags and go to a distant and sacred destination to worship devoutly until the last moment of their lives.
The call of youth makes our belief in hiking firmly rooted in our hearts, and the road of pursuit under our feet is as long as grass. Blowing the horn of youth, we are desperate to climb mountains and mountains, go forward bravely, and go to our destination as always. Like fish love the water, the green of life is as persistent as chasing the sun.
We have no choice but to look for the home of youth. When we use hard sweat and Peng Pai's blood to create an ideal text to record or express the indispensable pursuit in life. All the hardships we have experienced have fallen into the soil like snowflakes.
Once upon a time, we asked ourselves, is it because of the call of youth that the long river of life surged prematurely? So as to hold up the flying wings and impact the wind, rain and lightning. Is it because of the call of youth that the blooming ideal flower sticks to the other side of life? Even blooming bright colors has become a beautiful landscape in people's eyes.
Don't forget a lot of insincere words. In fact, many youth journeys come by boat and go with the flow. Just like an expedition camel team, remember that the road ahead is still very long. Tinkling camel bells, you will know that the road ahead is immeasurable, and the process of crossing is the proof of pursuit.
The bell of hope rings the time and space of dawn, and I believe that every morning sunshine will make the sky bright. I believe that the bright light of youth will certainly illuminate the unremitting pursuit of aspiring young people.
Let's join hands and walk through the years in the sunshine, speed up the pace of youth and light up the ideal light hanging in our hearts. Sing a song of youth with love.
Yezihong
Walking into the gate of youth seems to be an overnight thing, and then I don't know the length of time to indulge in it, but when I am about to walk out of the gate, I am so reluctant to start over. I have seen articles praising youth, articles praising youth, articles briefly feeling youth, articles wishing youth to last forever, and many more … I don't know how many words about youth I have read, including prose, poetry and prose about youth. Youth is endless, just like the tide of the sea. I always feel that kind of warmth can flow to my heart, but I often feel that my desire for youth has never been obtained. Walking and looking back, it seems that youth is passing away, sometimes I can't feel it immediately, and sometimes I suddenly wake up. So this is youth.
Youth is dazzling and moving because it burns itself and illuminates others. Sunshine can be so bright and warm. Looking at the flying colorful flags, looking at these people with bright smiles and firm eyes-railway people, my heart is moved beyond words. I deeply feel that youth can have no regrets and can be shaken. Youth never has its boundary, but it is a very cold boundary, which means a pure beauty, whether it is sadness or happiness, past or present, or future. It will always come. ...
Looking back at history, standing at the crossroads of history, I have mixed feelings In 80 years of wind, frost, rain and snow, many stalwart bodies have turned into solemn monuments; The souls of many wise men have become bright stars; Eighty ups and downs, wrote a strong song of a generation of young people; The bumpy course of eighty years has recorded glory again and again. Maybe that makes people feel far away, but let's walk into the history of railway development together, take Guangmeishan Company, which is operated in debt, for example. Look, the company has gone through rough procedures and hard roads, and it is somewhat bitter and proud. In the wave of reform and entrepreneurship, our heroic railway brothers and sisters and our proud crew share the same fate. In the past, under the impeachment of market economy and under unsatisfactory environment, they worked hard and made contributions to "creating high quality and ensuring safety". Turn youth into the company's take-off and condense into the glory of maintenance. Today, proud today, the older generation of workers are full of vigor and vitality, carrying out a new Long March and making new contributions to locomotives and railways. The younger generation is also the backbone and has a long way to go. They also bow down as "cows" for "creating high quality and ensuring safety"; Be the "cow" of the people; When Mr. Lu Xun said, "Confucianism is a cow." There is a saying: "the train runs fast, all by the headband." It was also recorded in the hot summer. "Fighting against high temperature and summer heat" is a well-known slogan, and it is also a vivid portrayal of the hot-headed, sweating and selfless struggle of inspection workers. Due to the busy transportation, the locomotive system is also running at full capacity, "high temperature disease" often occurs, and random car failures are relatively increasing. No matter how sultry the weather is, maintenance personnel can quickly diagnose and treat diseases, ensuring the supply of mechanical power. The work is difficult to carry out, but they often use their brains to find ways to unify their thoughts and actions without regrets. In the spirit of high responsibility and selfless dedication, make full use of Saturday and Sunday breaks to work overtime to repair motorcycles, give up the ego, protect the overall situation, sacrifice rest and entertainment time, and shuttle busily in the hot and dry warehouse where machines rumble; On such a hot day, just entering the cab, a heat wave came head on. Wearing overalls and helmets, they were subjected to the "baking" test of nearly Baidu high temperature in a narrow, gloomy and sultry power room, all sweating like rain and soaking wet. One hour, two hours ... they don't care about the sweat and oil stains on their faces. They skillfully waved tools to check and repair diesel engines, sweated and fought against high temperature without any regrets, and "cared" the locomotives.
Yesterday, it was youth who drew a grand blueprint; Today, it is also youth that weaves new scenery. The ancients said that it is wise to take history as a mirror. Review the past and look forward to the future. Look at the contemporary railway people, the same youth, the same warm-blooded youth, there is no rhetoric to express; There is no carol to sing for it. When you are still intoxicated in the festival; When you are still intoxicated with colorful fireworks. Look, the man who braved the cold wind and worked silently in the hot sun; People who forget to eat and sleep and stick to their posts; They have made achievements in their posts, and they have done their best. With all my Hanshui and youth, I won the victory of mechanism reform and the achievements of system innovation, creating benefits for debt-ridden companies; Add luster to the heavy railway cause; Burn yourself and dedicate your youth and sweat where the sweat and footprints of predecessors have been sprinkled.
I hope my answer will satisfy you! ! !