What is youth poetry, youth is a poem

Today is frustrated. But the world regrets yesterday.

Youth is a flower. Youth is rain.

Youth is the bitter tears of ordinary people.

Youth is you. Youth is me.

Youth is my balance of eggplant, dress up hand in hand.

Youth is poetry. Youth is a song.

Youth is an unforgettable poem.

Youth is all together.

Youth is the mark of love.

Youth is the sunset on the country road.

Youth is the hope of strolling in the garden field.

Youth is a ray of light, wandering in the ocean of knowledge.

Youth is a butterfly fluttering in a clear sky.

We reminisce about youth.

We cherish the memory of youth.

We can't forget the beauty of everything.

We look forward to youth.

We wander in the ocean of youth.

The poem of youth carries everything that Nada has for us.

Grief and sorrow.

Sorrow and sorrow. Joy and joy.

Joy and joy. Youth never goes out of style.

Bao Junhui: 1 Flowers on the branches, people under the flowers, poor colors are youthful. Yesterday I saw the flowers burning, and today I see the flowers about to fall.

It's better to enjoy this flower, don't wait for the spring breeze to blow away. The warbler song and butterfly dance Shaoguang is long, and the red stove cooks tea and pine flowersAfter making up and wandering, he returned the fragrant branches to the cave room.

2 Translation: The flowers on the branches, and the people standing under the flowers, shout to tear down the reeds, all have a youthful appearance that makes people fall in love. Yesterday the flowers bloomed and won, and today the flowers will fall.

It's better to entertain Zheng Dai under this flower, don't wait for the spring breeze to blow. Birds and butterflies fly lightly, and the tea boiled in the red stove has the aroma of pine flowers. After painting makeup, travel around, and go home with flower branches.

1, "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Yangliu Lane Chunrou" Song Dynasty: Qin Guan

Shaohua doesn't stay for teenagers, hates you, when will you rest?

When the flying flakes are spent, a climb upstairs.

The spring river is full of tears, inexhaustible, and many sorrows.

Vernacular interpretation: Beautiful youth does not stay for youth, when will the bitterness of parting end? Flying catkins, when the flowers fell all over the ground, I climbed on the platform. Even if the river turns into tears, it will not flow endlessly, and there is still sorrow in my heart.

2, "Golden Silk Clothes" Tang Dynasty: Du Qiuniang

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth.

Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

Vernacular interpretation: I advise you not to cherish the luxurious golden clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers bloom and should be folded, they should be folded quickly, and do not wait until the flowers are gone.

3, "Picking Mulberries, Ten Years Ago Was a Respected Guest" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Ten years ago, it was a former guest, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and the worries withered.

Aging is frightening. Although Sideburns has not changed his mind, he tried to put Jin Ji.

Vernacular Interpretation: Ten years ago, I was a guest at a banquet. The spring breeze is proud, and the future is bright.

Now that friends have left one after another, sorrow and illness are urging people to perish. Thinking of the past, I feel that time passes so quickly. Although my sideburns have turned white, my heart has not changed, and I still hold my glass in front of the banquet.

Youth is like flowing water, never to return, youth is like a sapling, growing up slowly, youth is like language to kill time, youth is like time slowly changing.

Between the lines, there is a dull astringency and joy;

Youth is a magical Rubik's Cube calendar, turning colorful years.

Youth is a bird with gorgeous feathers, soaring in the blue sky of life.

Youth is a mass of colorful and chaotic threads, intertwined into a brilliant galaxy!

Youth is a burning fire that burns out the immaturity and ignorance of childhood.

Youth is a blooming rose, blooming with the ups and downs of life!

Youth is like a beautiful poem, composing our best years.

The clock of life ticks every year, every day ticks, our hearts are simple, we walk into the gate of high school, we are shy and ignorant at that time, we like to make some good friends, we listen carefully in class, laugh after class, as if the whole campus echoes our voices, time passes day by day.

In the third year of high school, the study tasks are particularly heavy, and the students work hard to make progress together. After the college entrance examination, I went on a trip with some classmates, we went to Shanghai, we had a very happy trip, and we had a good travel time together.

Youth is a poem, and it is not very unique, as if we are ordinary and profound, and youth is beautiful.