Poems about youth, suitable for 13 year olds

1.Youth is blue, like a far-reaching clear sky, like a mesmerizing ocean.

Far-reaching, vast, and full of fantasy.

Youth is green, like dripping 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 and a beautiful song.

Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.

The clouds of youth are still lingering in the sky

But the flower of youth bloomed without hesitation

It has been said that the petals of youth treasured in the album of life.

Maybe it's just a pair of eyes that can never be forgotten

A heart-warming smile

I would like to say the glow of youth

It will be bright when it is rising

The flower of youth

It will shine after experiencing wind, frost, snow and rain

The course of youth

Only after continuous fighting can a magnificent chapter be written.

2.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.

University Campus Wen Pu Jia Chu Ge.

There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn.

The sun is still burning warmly.

The infatuated sparrow confides in the autumn next to the dormitory.

Alone, I sat next to a familiar school building.

Accompany the still sunset.

See The Hand of the Years.

Stripping away the earthen walls of youth.

There is no youthful laughter.

How lonely the sky must be.

Looking at the scenery of life from afar.

Bittersweet and sour feelings.

All King's Landing Brothers sleeping on the top bunk.

Are you still muttering about what you used to be at the table?

Acacia leaves have fallen.

But the heart is still intoxicated for a long time.

On the school road covered by magnolias.

The car bell was like a tide, and countless young students walked by.

Without stopping at Sunshine Talk.

Moistened my affectionate eyes.

Wave your hand and make a farewell to the elite campus.

In a bitter cup filled with coffee.

I started looking.

The taste of white sugar cubes.

Believe in the future with index finger.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Youth is a dream.

Youth is a dream.

I want to decorate it with all the gorgeous appearances.

At this point, you're in **.

It says: I am in your dreams.

Mysterious like a mystery.

Fluttering like the wind.

Caught up with your gorgeous looks.

Like an hourglass at my fingertips.

Youth, I sang it as a proud song.

Your chatter in the song.

There is a breath of freedom.

There is unrestrained wildness.

Like it. Like you.

PS: It means the freedom and release of young personality, and the excitement of young life is shown in the continuous realization and self-transcendence.

Youth flies by. What is lost can be compensated, and what is painful can be comforted;

But the youth of the dream is gone, and there is no return

We become stronger, experiencing the harness of adult life;

Feelings are still sweet, but with the passing of youth, no longer return The beauty has passed, and we sigh in vain;

Although in the boundless world, the power of youth can be felt everywhere, but it does not return

1, "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Yangliu Lane Chunrou" Song Dynasty: Qin Guan

Shaohua doesn't stay for teenagers, hates you, when will you rest?

When the flying flakes are spent, a climb upstairs.

The spring river is full of tears, inexhaustible, and many sorrows.

Vernacular interpretation: Beautiful youth does not stay for youth, when will the bitterness of parting end? Flying catkins, when the flowers fell all over the ground, I climbed on the platform. Even if the river turns into tears, it will not flow endlessly, and there is still sorrow in my heart.

2, "Golden Silk Clothes" Tang Dynasty: Du Qiuniang

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth.

Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

Vernacular interpretation: I advise you not to cherish the luxurious golden clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers bloom and should be folded, they should be folded quickly, and do not wait until the flowers are gone.

3, "Picking Mulberries, Ten Years Ago Was a Respected Guest" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Ten years ago, it was a former guest, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and the worries withered.

Aging is frightening. Although Sideburns has not changed his mind, he tried to put Jin Ji.

Vernacular Interpretation: Ten years ago, I was a guest at a banquet. The spring breeze is proud, and the future is bright.

Now that friends have left one after another, sorrow and illness are urging people to perish. Thinking of the past, I feel that time passes so quickly. Although my sideburns have turned white, my heart has not changed, and I still hold my glass in front of the banquet.

Youth is like flowing water, never to return, youth is like a sapling, growing up slowly, youth is like language to kill time, youth is like time slowly changing.

1.The rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door, forgetting the youth, and the shed changed the youth. - Tang Yin, "A Cut of Plums".

2.Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth. - Su Shi "Looking at the South of the River".

3.If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day. - Tao Yuanming's "Miscellaneous Poems".

4.The grass and trees are also worried, and Shaohua is white-headed. ——Cao Xueqin, "Tang Duoling".

5.Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. - Du Qiuniang's "Golden Clothes".

6.Several rounds of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River have been spotted. - Partridge Days

7.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. - Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand".

8.Spring is not green, and the temples are silky. The chain of the world has been judged for a long time. - Jiang Kui, "Partridge Heaven".

9.Young people are easy to learn and old people are difficult to achieve, and every inch of time is indispensable. - Zhu Xi's "Occasional Success".

10.Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. - Qin Yuan Chun".

1. Go forwardDon't trust the future, no matter how lovely the vision of the future is!

Let the past of death be buried forever!

Take action, take action right now!

Steadfast heart, God's guidance!

If that fails, let it go!

Stand up and try again until you succeed!

2. Dreams. Hold on tightly to your dreams, because once they are shattered.

Life will be a bird with broken wings, never able to fly again.

Hold on tightly to the dream because once the dream is gone.

Life is like a wasteland, snowy and icy all year round.

3. Youth. thought that youth was still there, and it couldn't stop the fanaticism and pursuit of the heart.

In fact, youth has become the negative of life, and the color has faded vertically and horizontally, and it has become fat.

The disease is being disturbed, and it has restrained the pace of moving forward, so why don't you disarm and surrender.

The staggering of footsteps is close in front of him, but the soul still cinches the throat of youth and does not let go.

In the end, he fought to the death and did not allow youth to go far.

4. To youth.

Tired of running through the spring, tired of playing and sleeping in the courtyard of midsummer.

is accustomed to speaking generously in front of female classmates, and sticking in the waist to learn from the great man to guide the country.

It is not difficult to drink a few meals, and it is not burdensome to eat a barbecue stomach and intestines for many nights.

Willing to sing loudly on the road in the middle of the night, the sea and the sky are full of words.

In the snowy night, I walked late with my first girlfriend, and I couldn't finish talking about the whispers in love.

Promises are cut apart by time and space, and your distant back can't see my tears.

Youth is a flash in the pan, and youth is a snow lotus on the high mountain.

Youth is the daughter's comfortable smile, and youth is the morning glow.

5. Youth poetry.

Youth is a dream, but there will be a day when you wake up.

Youth is a small river, but it will dry up one day.

Youth is a rainbow, but there will be a day when it disappears.

Youth is a blooming flower, but there will be a day when it will wither.

Youth is the fine sand in your hand, which has leaked out unconsciously.

Youth is a meteor in the sky, although it is beautiful, it passes away in an instant.

Youth is the fragrance left by happiness, and it is gone to cherish it. Bend the air.