Ask for a poem that misses youth! Ask for an affectionate one!

It was a flower, bright red ......However, the flowers of youth will always forget ......

When I was young, my mother said, I miss my youth. Youth, what a word, faint, still, rich.

Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I get old, I will understand what it feels like to miss it. Perhaps, now, I will understand.

Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite, and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or ......something elseI don't know, however, I know the only thing, and that is to cherish. Cherish the youth of the present, cherish the beauty of the present, cherish, cherish everything now. When you get old, you go back and relive it, it's gone.

What they were saying, they composed a poem, vivid, beautiful and ......

It was the old days, and it was a love made of youth.

At that time, we were full of childishness, but we were happy.

Isn't it? We hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, to swim, to travel.

Youth is a song, a bleak song.

But wait until it's ripe and savor it.

It doesn't express sadness, but.

Warmth Youth is the musical score of love, beating notes one by one.

It's a dream, a fluttering wing.

It's music from my mother, maybe she's not old, but she's always older than me, and has been through a lot more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and how much she wanted to go back in time. Back in time?

Time can't be turned back, although there are many surprises in the world, but whether we can meet them, I can't say clearly, I'm not sure, maybe, your fate is good enough.

My mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, youth is blue. It doesn't mean anything else, but feelings, just feelings.

People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, isn't it? I'm a little woman, right? Blue, the color of the sky flying, faint, a little sad, but a sense of tranquility conquers everything.

Blue, the surging color of the sea, deep, so deep, not gentle. Blue, the color of the orchid flowers, gently swaying, with the wind, fluttering love ......

Youth, is that what it is?

Youth dances a blue poem ...... on tiptoe

Let me recommend two of them!

Zhi raised his head and smiled at the red sun, and his arrogance remained in his chest.

If you want to reach the ambition, just wait for me to spread my wings.

The Wine Fairy drinks nine bottles a day and hates less, and the drunken dreamer gets old.

Do not leave a name for the ages, but seek to be heroic for a lifetime.

Youth, I used to have (topic).

It was a sad and sweet song, it was a pot of green and fragrant wine, it was a shy and bright flower, it was the brightest sunshine under the rising sun.

It is like a young girl, walking with her head and smiling, it is time that carries her beauty, and it is memory that leaves her eternity.

Youth is a flower, gorgeous and colorful.

Youth is rain, free and easy.

On the road of youth.

Let us be young.

No more confused ......

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.

Each time darkness filled my brown eyes.

All good intentions.

It's all just mockery.

In the dust of the prosperous age.

I wanted to swim to another world.

Another battle against the city.

Doomsday Escape. I am an incomplete person.

Like a marionette.

Walk and walk and stop.

Losing direction has no past.

It's so quiet in the dark.

Waiting for this time the clouds are light and breezy.

The dawn that came from time to time.

It's not a fantasy of flowers.

Light white belly.

In the pillow of my memory.

Carved deep marks.

Waiting and dreaming again.

Broken, fragmented.

Reflections of the past. It's a porcelain vase that I shattered.

The rumors are full of white silk.

In the flames of the mirage.

Sintered into a black scarf.

Lock the throat and burn the scar.

Etch the guilt of the betrayer.

Unfulfilled wishes.

It's a lie I'm obsessed with.

I want to set a fire to this.

Kite line. Youth is an impermeable wall.

The inner repression and the outer regret.

Splurge indifferently.

Unstoppable remembrance.

Modern poem "Youth Dreams" (original).

Modern poem "Youth Dreams" (original).

Author's preface: I like to watch the program "Samsung Intelligence Express" on ** TV station, there are many outstanding teenagers who have shown you the youthful demeanor and wisdom of contemporary Chinese teenagers through a program, write a poem to this program, I wish all teenagers can grow up healthily and become the pillars of the motherland's construction.

This is a paradise of youthful dreams.

This is a world where wisdom collides.

This is the stage to show your talents.

Here's a great show.

China's new era of youth.

There is the vigor of a new era.

There is infinite vitality of a new era.

There is the remarkable wisdom of the new era.

There is the self-confidence and courage of the new era.

Come here. For the collision of wisdom of your youth.

Come here. Fly for your youthful mind.

Come here. Broaden the horizons of your youth.

There is an infinite style of young people in China's new era.

Here is the infinite wisdom of China's young people in the new era.

There is the infinite vitality of China's young people in the new era.

There is an unlimited future for China's young people in the new era.

A series of topics that let wisdom collide with wonderful sparks.

One by one, let the youthful dreams fly out of infinite reverie speculation.

A performance that makes the youth stage brilliant singing and dancing.

Every youth is a colorful dream.

Over here. The dream of youth is angels.

Plugged in the wings of happiness.

Soar freely in paradise.

Samsung Intelligence Express.

The stage of youth.

A Ring of Wisdom.

The stage of art.

Wonderful program.

As long as you are confident enough.

As long as you're brave enough.

As long as you are brave enough.

Only you have enough wisdom.

Your youthful dreams will soar here on the wings.

Your youth will start a wonderful future here.

The splendor of your youth will be brilliant here.

Samsung Intelligence Express.

It is a train that carries the infinite dreams of youth.

With the dreams of youth.

Ride with the wind. Gallop all the way.

Wonderful journey. Bravo all the way.

As soon as you guess, you will know that it is golden. Ha ha.

Which class?

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.

Endless tea.

Youth is one.

Standing at the peak of the forest of nations.

Engrave the footprints of thousands of young people.

Youth is one.

The Pagoda of Knowledge.

Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people.

Youth is a tree that is thriving.

Tested by wind and rain.

Youth is one.

Budding buds.

I want to show my own style to the world.

I use a passionate unrestrained one.

The heart of youth. Give yourself a gift of youth.

That is the poetry of youth.