Poems about May and youth 20

Date:2009-6-5 21:12:47The breeze blows lightly in May, and the grass is green and fragrant.

The cloves are blown open and the roses are reappeared.

Attract countless butterflies to touch the stamens!

Workshop overhaul and improve the installation of new equipment, from the kiln head to the kiln tail, each part down to the small part.

In the middle of the night, I forgot what hunger was like.

Covered in oil sludge, he didn't feel tired, and he waved the welding machine in his hand again.

A long song goes, and the voice of labor is beautiful!

Yesterday was sad and hard to recall.

Wipe away the tears of sadness!

Work hard today and prepare for tomorrow!

On the success or failure of heroes, drunk with wine as a song!

The wind and the sun are beautiful, and I sigh that time is precious!

How many times can you win in life?!

Together. Toast to a prosperous and brilliant tomorrow, I exchange sweat for comfort!

Date:2009-3-17 0:32:41Happy time gently slips through your fingers.

Leaving no trace, it took away the youthful face.

The face that has experienced the vicissitudes of life is engraved with the wind and frost of the years.

A good yesterday is so desirable.

Let me give up on the front.

I couldn't help but look back.

In those vibrant springs.

The ice in the river is slowly melting.

The breeze blows on my face, and the graceful dance of the willows fascinates me.

I call to the white doves in the sky.

Dance together on a clear afternoon.

Release the inhibition in your heart.

Looking north, I saw the melting snow on the high mountains.

Flowing on the rugged rocks.

A handsome horse galloping on the grassland.

Soar through my heavens and earth.

Compose a gorgeous music of life together.

A ray of sunshine as my strings.

Cheerful notes fluttered between your fingers.

Spread in all directions.

Brighten and dye the life of white paper.

There are also smiling faces of immature children.

In this season of spring flowers, it blooms to the fullest.

Running on the boulevard.

Strings of laughter like silver bells echoed.

Purple and red flowers.

The fragrance spreads in the wind.

Let the lonely heart no longer hesitate.

Forget the bitterness and pain of yesterday.

Open your arms and embrace your dreams for tomorrow.

Flap your wings and fly.

May locust flowers are a thousand-year-old fragrance.

A thousand years of loneliness.

In every early summer.

The flowers are too fragrant to blur the leisurely afternoon.

No one pays attention to your openness.

Because in the eyes of others.

You are nothing more than a tree.

No one sees your efforts.

Because all morning.

You are butterflies and bees.

I have prepared a gift to eat.

May acacia flowers are like a cup of afternoon tea that has been brewed.

In every alley of Beijing.

Diffuse....Melodious ......

It's like spring has just passed by.

Poetry of the Arctic King.

Poems about youth during the May Fourth period: "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha", "Bamboo and Stone", "Momei", "Farewell Dong Da", "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall", "Huanxi Sha, You Qishui Qingquan Temple", etc.

1, "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha".

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River went north, and the orange island was headed. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel. Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, you will be cautious and the waves will curb the flying boat?

2, "Bamboo and Stone".

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

3, "Momei".

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people boast about the good color, only leave the clear air full of goodness.

4, "Don't Dong Da".

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow. Don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant, who in the world doesn't know the king with a wide chain?

5, "Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

6. "Huanxi Sha You Qishui Qingquan Temple".

The blue buds under the mountain are short dipping streams, the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is crying in the twilight. Who knows that there is nothing less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still in the west! Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair.

Modern poems about the month of May are as follows:

First, this is the new green brought by May, and it will be taken away by May, this is the new green blooming birds, and it will wither together with the new green, this is the pride that every May gives me on time, and it will become melancholy in late autumn, no matter the sky is eternal, the roots of the trees go deeper into the earth, no matter the birds climb the branches of the frost, the pride comes from the ideal ocean, but it disappears on time in May.

Appreciation: May is a season of prosperity and vitality, and the new green birds and trees bloom and bear fruit in May. I was deeply touched by these wonderful sights, because they would disappear at some point.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will disappear over time.

However, this disappearance of the grip does not make me feel sad, because I know that pride comes from ideals and self-pursuits. They are as temporary as the beauty of May, and they are all worth cherishing. Because only with the help of a beautiful vision, we have the motivation to pursue, and we can continue to move forward and pursue a more brilliant future.

Second, the drizzly sky under the countryside, with an elegant temperament, sitting on the branches of spring, with a very poetic singing, continuing the ancient story of the village, the cuckoo rings the busy bell of the season, the man with the sunshine, waving farm tools, deduced into a beautiful scenery, rows of tender green seedlings, composing the vocabulary of mountain songs.

Appreciation: In the drizzly spring, the village is exceptionally quiet and peaceful, and it is full of an elegant atmosphere. A cuckoo stands on a spring branch and sings the old story of the village, making this small village even more charming.

The people here are feeling the breath of spring, busy with the sun, working on the land, waving farm tools, interpreting the pastoral scenery, and the beautiful scenery emerges one after another, making this place full of love and vitality. Rows of tender green seedlings and green mountains are composing the emotions of mountain songs, making us closer to nature and clearer in our hearts.

3. In the gradually ripe rape soil, in the green and green seedling fields, the frog drums sing happily in the hazy moonlit night, the tung trees are full of fruit in this season, the spring thunder opens the rumbling sound in this space, and the spring rain stages the beauty of the hometown during this time, and the days of May in the hometown are still moving.

Appreciation: In May in my hometown, everything turns into a warm and beautiful view. The ripe rape and the verdant rice fields are intoxicating, and the tung trees are full of fruit.

In this wonderful season, the sound of frog drums sings in the moonlit night, the spring thunder roars, and the spring rain fills the sky, lighting up this wonderful world. The days in May in my hometown are so moving, I can't help but think of the happy times I spent here as a child.

The whole poem directly expresses the poet's love and emotion for the hot section of his hometown in May, and shows the charm of his hometown in May through the description of the scenery, so that people can feel the resonance between life and nature. Such poems show the poet's deep attachment to his hometown and homeland, and express his yearning and cherishing for life and nature.