Poems or short essays about reading books are a little shorter until 1 p.m. on June 11

Poetry of Youth.

Youth is a song.

A never-say-die song.

Youth is one.

A river that never stops.

Youth is a book.

A book you never get tired of reading.

Youth is a cup.

You are my youth.

You came softly, with a little naughtiness.

You are so innocent, and hypocrisy is beyond necessity.

You came softly, with a little dream, you are so lovely.

You are faintly coming, freshness is your temperament, and it is simply your wealth.

I wanted to hug you in my arms, but you cried.

So I will no longer desecrate your alcohol.

Just because, you are my youth.

Happiness is like a ray of sunshine in the dark, the key to open the soul and release the enthusiasm;

Happiness is like a picture scroll in a screen, delicate and elegant, stretching a hazy mood;

Happiness, like a line of poetry in prose, beautiful and eternal, let go of the rising thoughts, happy, like the sparkling lake, like the red flowers of the mountains and vines, like the oasis of rolling yellow sand, like the waterlogged ...... of the sky

Oh, are you happy?

Poetry of youth. Youth is a dream.

But there will be a day when I wake up from a dream.

Youth is a small river.

But there will be a day when it dries up.

Youth is a rainbow.

But one day it will disappear.

Youth is a blooming flower.

But there will be a day when it will wither.

Youth is the fine sand in the hand.

Before you know it, it's gone.

Youth is a shooting star in the sky.

Although it is beautiful, it is gone in an instant.

Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.

Wanting to cherish it is gone.

Hello youth.

Country road, autumn harvest is rich.

People come and go, busy with the west.

Riding on the bicycle road, my heart is rippling.

Young and frivolous, just for a book, missed a lot of beautiful scenery, now old, looking back has become autumn!

The past that can't be returned, the future that can't be approached!

Give good words, if the flowers are not flowers in vain, people are not characters in vain!

The farthest road is not in the future, at the feet, the most beautiful bubble is not in front of you, in the heart!

If you want to say hello to your youth, say goodbay by the way!

I can't afford to toss my youth, may everything be well!

I found a few, you can choose the one you like.

Chapter 1: My Motherland.

My motherland, the motherland I love so much.

Hehe, I remember when I was in elementary school, there was an article that was very good, "My Confessions", right? I like it.

Recommend it.

My Confessions

Let the heavy iron shackles sound under your feet, and let you raise the leather whip high;

I don't need any confession, even with a bloody bayonet in my chest!

People cannot bow their noble heads, and only ghosts who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";

What is the intention of torture?

Death can't make me speak!

I laughed out loud at death, and the devil's palace shook in laughter;

This is me, the confession of a Communist Party member, singing a triumphant song to bury the Chiang dynasty.

Smell a lot of "Prayer".

Please let me know. Who is Chinese, enlighten me, how to hold on to memory;

Please tell me about the greatness of this nation, tell me softly, don't make a noise!

Please tell me who is Chinese, who has the heart of Yao Shun in his heart, whose blood is the blood of Jing Ke Nie Zheng, and who is the widow of Shennong Yellow Emperor.

Tell me that the wisdom came miraculously, and said that it was a gift from a hippopotamus;

He also told me that the rhythm of this song was originally taught by the Nine Buds Phoenix.

Who told me about the silence of the Gobi and the solemnity of the Five Mountains? Tell me again.

The stone slip of Mount Tai is still dripping with patience, and the great river and the Yellow River are flowing harmoniously?

Tell me again, that tear.

Is it Confucius's mourning for the sorrow of the dead?

I'll have to tell me that laugh to ,——

Zhuang Zhou, Chun Yu, Dongfang Shuo's laughter.

Please tell me who is Chinese, enlighten me, how to hold on to memory;

Please tell me about the greatness of this nation, tell me softly, don't make a noise!

I'm your dad so great, you're still disobedient. Go to play every day.

"No speedboat is like a book".

No speedboat is like a book that takes us to faraway places, nor are there any horses.

Like a page of joyful psalms.

The poorest people can travel across the border in this way, without being forced to pay taxes for passage;

This carriage that carries the soul of man.

How frugal and unpretentious!

Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, loved pastoral life and loved reading. He wrote a "Miscellaneous Poem": "The prime of life will not come again, and it will be difficult to have a morning again." Time should be encouraged, and time waits for no one. "Tell people to cherish their time and read well.

Han Yu, a writer of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a reading poem: "There are not many people who suffer from reading, and those who think about people are unknown." If you have suffered from your feet, you will not learn, and you will not be able to learn from them. He pointed out that in the process of studying, we should "read more, think more, be modest, and bow down."

Yan Zhenqing, a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Persuasion" that has been passed down through the ages: "The three watches are lit and the five watches are the time when the boys are studying." The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late. He exhorted people to study diligently and not to miss the good time of studying.

Du Xunhe, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, loved to learn, and he wrote a beautiful poem "Idle Books": "On the bamboo shadow of the window, the sound of wild springs enters the inkstone." The hard work of young people will eventually come to fruition, don't be lazy to the light. ”

Lu You, a patriotic poet of the Song Dynasty, had a soft spot for reading, and he wrote many poems about reading. Among them, there is the poem "Reading on a Winter Night" that has been passed down through the ages: "The ancients have spared no effort in learning, and the young and strong work have begun to grow."

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. He told his son that the knowledge he only gained from books was still one-sided, and it was more important to practice it himself.

Zhu Xi, a philosopher in the Song Dynasty, wrote a philosophical poem "Reading Books with Feelings": "Half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together." Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water. This poem vividly compares reading books and the renewal of people's knowledge.

Tang Xianzu, a great playwright of the Ming Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Zhengjue Temple Shows Brother Confucian Ancestor": "The white hair between the windows urges sorrow, and the cane under the candle persuades you to read." ”

Song Yingxing, a scientist in the Ming Dynasty, wrote "Poems of Compassion" that advised people to be single-minded in their readings and avoid cranky thoughts: "A person who is full of geometry, and who learns not to learn to fight." Thinking about the north and the south, there is no peace, and the mirror urges people to have a lot of gray hair. ”

Yu Qian, a poet of the Ming Dynasty, loved to read and believed that reading could get a beautiful spiritual enjoyment: "Books are affectionate like old people, and morning and dusk are happy and happy." There are 3,000 words straight down in front of him, and there is no dust on his chest. ”

Q: Where is the canal as clear as promised? For there is a source of living water.

Zhu Xi.

Chisel the wall to borrow light.

Reverence for a teacher. Cantilever thorn strands.