A famous saying or poem about youth

Everyone has his own youth, which is the most beautiful and wonderful stage in life. After experiencing the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy youth, you will grow into a truly meaningful person. Youth, short-lived, will flow away gently from your hand. Grasping youth well means that a full life is waiting for you not far ahead! Youth is like this bunch of flowers! When it is open, it is gorgeous! But when it withers, it's terrible! The same is true of our youth. In the season of youth, we are full of passion, but once youth passes away, we will lose our vitality, passion and unrestrained! We should cherish youth and don't let it flow away in vain!

Poetry of Youth

Youth is a song that never gives up

Youth is a never-ending river

Youth is a book that you can't get tired of reading

Youth is a cup of

inexhaustible tea

Youth is a peak that

stands in the national forest < Sweat

Youth is a thriving tree

It has been tested by wind and rain

Youth is a flower bud

I want to show my unique charm to the world

I give myself a youth gift with a passionate

youthful heart

That is the poem of youth

. Mother died

What disappeared in the sky was not only the winter sunshine

but also the figure of pigeons flying

The strings were broken

I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried

March was the season of flowers

And my harvest was indeed the withering of flowers all over the world

On the snowy road

Dead leaves danced

I sat on the ground

. Hide

There is no touch of the moon on the ditch

I am debugging on my own tears

fiddling with a piece of acacia on a snowy night

(2) having a crush on you

watching you

scattering light green in my lonely autumn

growing into crazy spring grass

(3) My youth

Winter is dark.

I flew into the sky

overlooking the flower projected on the running water

and found that it has turned yellow in the wind of years

Childhood is a complete mirror

Youth is a mottled leaf

Who is covered with worries all over the mountains and valleys

Who is sleeping with a long dream of white clouds

The cuckoo sings every night in spring

But

(4) Bright March

Bright March

There are many flowers and shadows

The wind shakes the green leaves

I open the window

The sun runs in

The shadow is driven out

I hear the sound of loneliness and fracture

The broken silk-like youth water surface that birds pass by

Isn't it my sadness that sparkles In this beautiful March

Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams

2. You are my youth

You came gently,

with a little naughty.

you are so innocent,

hypocrisy is irresistible.

You came gently,

With a little dream,

You are so cute.

you are faint,

freshness is your temperament,

simplicity is your wealth.

I wanted to hold you in my arms,

but you cried.

so, I won't profane your alcohol any more.

just because you are my youth.

3、 Youthful

< 1 >

When I look back

again, the hand that

clearly waved for a long time

but

still sees nothing

Only the leaves on the trees behind me

are swaying gently in the wind

< 2 >

These quiet days are always silent. Stagnant blood

The solitary branches are naked and scattered, and their hair is lightly brushed by the cold wind

Their roots are fluttering in disorder

A few finches are jumping under the eaves and looking here from time to time

But they are never far away from their warm homes

The sun always sighs

over and over again in the dignified sky.

There are still seven or eight stars scattered on the grass that hasn't snowed for a long time.

A bird has been lying quietly in the grass as if it had been dead for a long time.

The place where it has walked can't find the deep mark it left.

The clear river is full of leaves, big and small.

Many traps have been created in a wide valley.

Carefully stepping on the accumulated leaves.

In an extraordinary way. Looking for the shells left by the old hunter in the years

I suddenly realized that it was originally made of some beautiful petals

< 4 >

Is it to pray for the windy song again for the yellow land that has been dry for 1, years

Is it to cross your wandering soul again for the end of that song

Is it to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle several years ago? Did you continue this wandering front?

The sky was soaked in rain day by day and exhausted by the scorching sun.

The ground was blurred day by day by the footprints of wind and dust.

How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang?

The environment is getting worse and worse, and it can't hit a brand-new human being.

The bitter and salty life in previous lives is still surrounded by the dam where you step.

< 5. On the

I'm thinking about the yellow mud day in the vast wasteland.

Everything is far away from my home for a long time.

The silence that I hate most is more easygoing than anything.

The footprints of any years have turned the black floating soil into a blank.

Two mouths have finally become a muddled dead sea.

After a million kinds of storms, it is still immortal silence.

< 6

It's as if you're approaching in the distant waves

It's the lotus in full bloom in the snowy field in winter

Those boundless memories

quietly slip off the track of life

Just like the notch on the table

from this year to next year

year after year

recorded the joys and sorrows

confirmed the joys and sorrows

left behind. > youth is a small river

but it will eventually dry up one day

youth is a rainbow

but it will eventually disappear one day

youth is a blooming flower

but it will eventually fade one day

youth is a fine sand in your hand

it has leaked out unconsciously

youth is a meteor in the sky

although it is beautiful.

2. Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I walk into the memory of youth again. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but today it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 3-year-old person, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.

however, after all, I have stayed in this life station. Don't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Isn't it the call of the heart that you listen to that simple flute tune? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sorrow. And those vain and vain are the footprints of my youth. It was the road that I had trodden when I was beaten by the storms 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 and always wanted to get rid of the gift of ten years of disaster to our generation-the ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the pollution of the air of the times?

It is gratifying that I am awake and I understand life, that is, the alternate weaving of sadness and pleasure is the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.

there are no failures and setbacks, and there is no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory, and how can I shake off the childish and shallow footprints? So I look ahead as if I saw a harvest season coming towards us.

Youth without grievances (Xi Murong _ Taiwan Province)

When you are young,

If you fall in love with someone,

Please

Please be gentle with him

Then

All of them.

If you have to part

, say goodbye

and be grateful in your heart

Thank him for giving you a memory

When you grow up,