Praise youth, poetry that shows personality, and poetry that praises youth

Youth, Song, Zhang Lei; Youth is good, and Banling is beautiful. The cuckoos like to see each other, and the garden flowers are bright and makeup. Idle living, chanting and cherishing the scenery. There are good customers in the buckle household, and three moves are leisurely.

Bodhisattva Man Yilang still goes to the next level: Song Zhang Xian: Yilang still goes to the next level. The grass in front of the building is green every year. Green like a robe. Turn back and the wind sleeves flutter. The robe should be old. The color is not long-lasting. I am afraid of spring in the mirror. It's not as new as flowers.

Bodhisattva, businesswoman resentment: Song, Jiang Kai: In spring, the curtain on the river is rainy. Zhang Fan beat the drum and drove the boat. The autumn evening is just returning. Look at the boat again. If the marryman is not married. Long is a bleak night. There is less love and more benefit. Lang is like a young man.

Generations of sorrowful pulsatilla white-headed yin thoughtful-Tang Liu Xiyi. Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who are flying around? Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers.

This year, the color of the flowers will change, and next year the flowers will bloom again. I have seen the pine and cypress destroyed as a salary, and I have heard that the mulberry field has become the sea. The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are still interested in falling flowers.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. Send a message to the full glory of the red face, and should pity the half-dead pulsatilla. This Weng is really pitiful, and Yixi is a beautiful young man.

Under the grandson of the prince, before the flowers. Guanglu Chitai is splendid, and the general's pavilion is painted with immortals. Once sick and unacquainted, who is the Sanchun Xingle on.

How long can I turn my eyebrows? The crane is as messy as silk. But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds and birds are sad at dusk.

1. The Poetry of Youth.

Youth is a never-say-die song.

Youth is a river that never ends.

Youth is a book that you never get tired of reading.

Youth is an inexhaustible cup of tea.

Youth is a peak that stands tall in the forest of nations and engraves the footprints of thousands of young people.

Youth is a pagoda of knowledge that sheds the sweat of thousands of young people.

Youth is a tree that is thriving, tested by wind and rain.

Youth is a budding bud that wants to show its own style to the world.

I give myself a gift of youth with a passionate and unrestrained youthful heart.

2. [Message from Youth].

Youth is blue, like a far-reaching clear sky, like an enchanting ocean, far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy.

Youth is green, like a drop of green bamboo, like a frank grassland, full of infinite vitality and vitality.

Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun. Vibrant, full of hope, willing to dedicate light and warmth selflessly.

Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and like the moon, white and flawless. Like a blank piece of paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.

Youth is colorless. Like the wind is endlessly changing, like the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Harness it and ride the waves.

Youth is colorful, and with it, you have a colorful life.

Youth is a beautiful poem, a beautiful song, let us sincerely grasp it, let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.