The poem of youth

Youth is a song

A song that never gives up

Youth is a song

The never-ending river

Youth is a book

A book you can never tire of reading

Youth is a cup of tea

An endless cup of tea

Youth is a building

Standing on the peak of the nation

Engraving the footprints of thousands of young people

Youth is a building< /p>

The Pagoda of Knowledge

Sprinkles the sweat of thousands of young people

Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously

It has received much attention The test of wind and rain

Youth is a flower

a bud ready to bloom

wanting to show its unique style to the world

I use a passionate

heart of youth

to give myself a gift of youth

That is the poem of youth

Four Songs of Youth

(1) Snow in March

A snowstorm came in March

My mother passed away

Not only the winter sunshine disappeared in the sky

There was also the silhouette of flying pigeons

The strings of the piano were broken

My voice was lying deep in the clouds Crying on the top of the mountain

March is the season when flowers bloom

But what I harvest is indeed the withering of flowers all over the world

On the snowy road

Withered leaves dancing

I sat on the ground

Looking up at the door of heaven every night

And the unswimable river

The stars have long since disappeared

There is no caressing of the moon on the ditch

I am tuning on my own tears

Playing a song of lovesickness on a snowy night

(2) Secret Love

Watching you helplessly

Sprinkle green in my lonely autumn

Grow into crazy spring grass< /p>

(3) My Youth

The dim sky in winter

No beautiful birds flying over

A lonely pool of stagnant water< /p>

There are no fish swimming happily

I fly into the sky

Looking down at the flowers projected on the flowing water

I find that it has been lost in the years. Yellow in the wind

Childhood is a complete mirror

Youth is a mottled leaf

Who is paving the mountains and valleys with worries

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Who is sleeping on the long dream of white clouds

The spring cuckoo sings every night

But the passion that has passed away?

(4) Bright March

Bright March

Flower shadows

The wind shakes the green leaves

I Open the window

The sun ran in

Kicked the shadows out

I heard the sound of loneliness breaking

The broken sky where birds flew by The silk-like youthful water surface

Isn’t it my sadness that sparkles

Forget it all

The poisonous wine I once drank

The once lost mountain road

The snow on the mountain has melted

In this beautiful March

Let us listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams

2. You are my youth

You came gently,

with a little naughtiness.

You are so innocent,

Hypocrisy cannot be forced.

You came gently,

With a little dream,

You are so cute.

You came quietly,

Freshness is your temperament,

It is simply your wealth.

I want to hold you in my arms,

But, you cried.

So, I will no longer blaspheme your purity.

Just because you are my youth.

3. Youth is clueless

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When I look back again

The one behind me

I have clearly been waving my hands for a long time

But

still nothing can be seen

Only the leaves on the trees behind me

are blowing in the wind

Swaggering gently

<2>

In these quiet days, I always look out the window silently

Look at the bare The big tree is a single old man spending the winter

The frozen wounds on the body are still slowly flowing with stagnant blood

The solitary branches are naked hair blowing in the cold wind

The roots are shaking wildly

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

But they never stay away from their A warm home

The sun is always shining palely in the solemn sky

A monotonous and silent sigh over and over again

It passed by again and again Nothing remains after his face

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The dry grassland where snow has not fallen for a long time is still scattered with seven or eight stars

A bird quietly Lying in the grass, it seems that he has been dead for a long time

I have walked through this place, but I can't find the profound marks I left behind

The clear river is full of floating Leaves of all sizes

Create many traps leisurely in a wide valley

Carefully step on the piled fallen leaves

In an extraordinary gentle sound Identify the direction

Occasionally find the bullet casing left by the old hunter, Time

I suddenly realize that this was originally made of some beautiful petals

Steel Film

Is it for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years to sing the song of the strong wind again?

Is it for the end of that song? Is it because your wandering soul is transported again?

Is it because that soul transcends a single banana tree that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?

Is it because that single banana tree is hazy in the sky? Has this erratic leading edge continued in the world?

The sky is soaked by rain day by day and exhausted by the scorching sun

The earth is soaked by rain day by day. The blur of the dusty footprints

How many times have the tears filled the ocean

But the environment is gradually getting worse and cannot seriously damage a new human being

The bitter and salty life in the previous life still surrounds the dam for your steps

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Sitting by the river again on the rough black sand

I am imagining the vast wasteland and the dim mud day again

The home that I have been away from for a long time has gone far away

The deathly silence that I hate the most is actually more accommodating than anything else.

Let the footprints of time float the dark floating soil into a blank space

The two mouths eventually turned into a muddy dead sea

No matter how many winds and rains there are, they are still immortal. Silence

Laughter came one after another from afar

The wind turned the pages on the table into chaos

As if Far away, you ride the waves and come closer

You are the lotus blooming in the snowy fields in winter. . . . . .

Youth

Those vague memories

Quietly slipping away from the trajectory of life

Just like the scratches on the table

From this year to next year

Year after year

Recording the joys and sorrows

Confirming the joys and sorrows

Left There are traces of our growth

Youth is a sweet dream

But one day you will wake up from the dream

Youth is a small river

But eventually There will be a day when it dries up

Youth is like a rainbow

But it will disappear one day

Youth is like a blooming flower

But One day it will eventually wither

Youth is like fine sand held in the hand

It has been leaked out unknowingly

Youth is like a shooting star in the sky

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Although beautiful, it passes away in an instant

Youth is the fragrance left behind by happiness

I want to cherish it and it has gone

No regrets Youth (Xi Murong_Taiwan)

When you are young

If you fall in love with someone

Please

Please Be sure to treat him gently

Then

all

moments will be of flawless beauty.

If you have to separate

Say goodbye properly

Also be grateful in your heart

Thank him for giving you Your memory

When you grow up

You will know

At the moment when you suddenly look back

Youth without resentment can No regrets after meeting

Like the quiet full moon on the hill

Poetry "Youth"

——Chenqing

Youth The flowers blooming and fading make me tired but I don’t regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but haggard.

The gentle breeze, the green dream, the gentle morning and dusk,

The faint clouds, the faint tears, the faint years.

With a bit of wandering joy, I just left and never came back.

No one hinted at the boring feeling of homesickness in my youth.

I want to cling tightly to every piece of golden sunset,

Every transparent dewdrop washes away my accumulated sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring scenery.

It was filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale.

Allow me to sing for you. I will not be able to sleep every night from now on.

Allow me to cry for you. In the tears, I can fly freely.

The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes.

The days in the dream are many but I start to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that green hillside,

Waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world.

The blooming and fading flowers of youth make me tired but not regretful.

The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but haggard.

The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk,

The passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years.

Poetry:

When time

and beauty

have become sighs in the dust

You are sentimental In my eyes

There are old tears

The age of believing in love

Let me recall it often in my life

Two poems by Drunken Flower Shadow

1. Crazy Qinglan Picture

The towering green mountains are as if they were cut,

The heart of climbing is like fire.

There are high mountains beyond the mountains,

There is a sky beyond the sky,

I advise you not to forget it.

I always remember that this body has been pledged to the country,

Have I ever lost my true character?

There is righteousness in the world,

Promote good and eliminate evil,

The storm is coming again.

2. Plowing and weaving pictures

Drought farmers look forward to spring rain,

Looking at the rice with tearful eyes.

Have children ever asked:

To whom should parents complain of grievances?

Nowadays, reading is a nation,

We work tirelessly.

I will never forget the old village chief,

back then he gave me,

a handful of hometown soil.