Poems related to youth and love, poems related to youth

Tell you a good Su Xiaoxiao Tomb".

Youlan dew, like crying eyes.

There is nothing to knot, and the fireworks are unbearable.

The grass is like a tree, the pine is like a cover, the wind is the clothes, and the water is the wear.

Oil-walled cars, night to night.

Cold green candles, labor brilliance.

Under Xiling, the wind blows and rains.

The content of the poems related to youth is as follows:

1."Fantasia of Youth" Stone Road

If everything can be done again, I want to paint the years on the face of the years, even if I can't go back to the past, I want to leave the trouble safely with memories If everything can be done again, I will write my own myth with a colored pen, even if it cannot be realized, I will guard my dreams with anticipation, if everything can be done again, I will shout the vow of life, even if there is no echo, I will persistently fly in the sea of clouds.

If there is no if, I go there to look for spring, even if it is no longer even, I am still not the original me, no if, no longer even, crush the bubble of fantasy and make an appointment for the future.

2."Let Youth Fly" Wang Dongsheng

Let the days shine, let the body exude the scent of incense, let the sun shine brightly, let the birds bloom, let the rivers be clear, the mountains and rivers flow green, let life glow with new vitality, and let the sky and blue earth infect the color.

This is a ceremony An Olympic torch relay ceremony, yearning for men and women in rural cities, and finally she has changed, the old people said: There is a pair of beautiful young people who have been riding horses in the morning sun, and the "Huohuo" spring search majestic wind and colorful streamers have remained unchanged through the ages, and the ears and eyes are fresh.

3."Youth Without Complaints" Xi Murong

When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please be gentle with him, then all the moments will be a flawless beauty, if you have to separate, you must also say goodbye, but also in your heart to thank him for giving you a memory.

When you grow up, you will know that at the moment of looking back, the youth without resentment will have no regrets, such as the quiet full moon on the hill.

The concubine of the long trunk line covered the forehead at the beginning, and folded the drama in front of the door.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Living together for a long time, the two are not suspicious, and the fourteenth is a gentleman, and the shame has not been opened.

Bow your head to the dark wall, and call for a thousand times.

Fifteen began to raise eyebrows, willing to be with dust and ashes.

Always hold the pillar letter, how can you go to the Wangfu Tower.

Sixteen gentlemen traveled far away, and Qutang was piled up.

May is untouchable, and the ape mourns in the sky.

Late in front of the door, a lifetime of green moss.

The moss is deep and can not be swept, and the autumn wind is early.

Butterflies yellow in August, double fly to the west garden grass.

Feeling this sad concubine's heart, she sat sad and old.

Morning and evening, three chins, pre-book newspapers.

We don't have a long way to go, until the long wind and sand.

It's about love.

About youth as well.

The flowers are red, green and small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. There is little willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world!Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded away, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. Butterfly loves flowers Su Shi.

Untitled Li Shangyin.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Nalan Xingde's poetry is the best.