How to write poems about youth, how to write poems about youth

If you want to write about the poetry of youth, you must show that the charm of youth is a very infinite lofty ideal and will, and only in this way will youth fly.

Falling Flowers and Falling Flowers "Tang Dynasty Wang Bo.

Falling flowers fall, falling flowers are deserted. The green leaves and green tarsal desert dancalyx, and Jun Pei returned to the Golden Pavilion. The shadow brushes the tortoiseshell feast, and the incense flutters on the dogwood curtain of the dance hall.

Falling flowers fly, burning into the middle curtain. The falling flowers are full of spring, and the spring people will not return. Falling flowers, the atmosphere surrounds the tall trees.

The falling flowers and spring have multiplied, and the spring people ignore the spring. Qige Qingtai is quiet and leisurely, and Luo Yuan's red scarf is returned. The prime of life is no longer obtained, and the high branches are difficult to climb again.

Try Fudan to travel in the falling flowers, and stay in the falling flowers at dusk. With Jun Luohua Courtyard, the stage is double-haired.

Here are some of the poems about youth:

1. Fangshu no one flowers fall, and birds cry all the way to Chunshan. Tang Lihua, "Improvisation in Spring".

2. The spring water of the Yangtze River is green and dyed, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. ——Tang Zhang's "Spring Farewell Song".

3. The forest flowers are swept away, and the grass is still alive. ——Tang Meng Haoran, "Nine Phases of the King of Joy in Spring".

4. New fire and new smoke in the morning, the lake is a clean passenger ship. ——Tang Dufu, "Two Songs of Qingming Festival".

5. In February, the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in spring. ——Tang Yu Haoran, "Nine Phases of the King in Spring".

6. The east wind returns with the spring, and the flowers on my branches are sent. ——Tang Li Bai, "Liang Shirt Sunset Memories in the Mountains".

7, the spring breeze in Jianghan rose in the middle of the group, and the frost was removed last night. ——Tang Dufu, "Yuanhuai Younger Brother Yingguan, etc.".

8. The swallows do not return to the late spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold. - Tang Dai Shulun, "Suxi Pavilion".

9. The poet Qingjing is in the New Year, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven. ——Tang Yang Juyuan, "Early Spring in the East of the City".

10, I heard that Daochun had not yet met, and I went to visit the news of Hanmei. Tang Li Bai "Sending Wang Yang in Early Spring".

11. The snow color of the invasion is still daylily, and there are wickers in the leakage of spring. - Tang Dufu's "Wax Ri".

12. Sometimes it rains at three o'clock or two, and there are ten branches and five flowers everywhere. - Tang Li Shanfu's "Two Songs of Cold Food" oak or cavity.

13. The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, and the world will be spring. - Tang Li Bai, "Sending Qi Ang Dibazhong".

14. If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green. Tang Li Bai, "Golden Gate Answers Su Xiucai".

15. The road ends from the white clouds, and the spring and the green stream are long. ——Tang Liu Yanxu, "Que Title".

16. The cold snow and plum are exhausted, and the spring breeze and willows return. ——Tang Li Bai "Eight Songs of Music in the Palace".

1. When the youth is geometric, the yellow bird sings endlessly. (Li Bai's "Jiangnan Spring") 2 Young is like the morning sun, glowing with the color of life, and the traces of time hurriedly cross the face of time, leaving a brilliant starlight.

3. Everyone's youth is a time-honored brand.

Trekking all the way through mountains and rivers, witnessing the slow transformation of the self-rising potato in the countercurrent.

The sun is you, and so is the moon.

In that period of "stupid and blind years", every step was taken loudly, like a migratory bird resting on the branches, but the heart was far away.

4. Singing during the day must be indulged in wine, youth is a good companion, and there is a laughing empty country. (Du Fu's "Wen Guanjun Collects Henan and Hebei") 5 Youth must be early, how can you grow up to be a teenager. (Meng Jiao's "Persuasion") <

Summary. Hello dear, I'm glad to answer for you, a poem about youth is: Not all trees are broken by the storm, not all seeds, no soil can find roots, not all true feelings, are lost in the desert of people's hearts, not all dreams, are willing to be broken off their wings, no, not everything, as you said, not all flames, all burn only themselves, and do not illuminate others, not all stars, all only indicate the night, not report the dawn, not all songs, all skip the ears, And not stay in the heart.

No, not everything. It's all like you said.

Write a poem about youth.

Hello dear, I'm glad to answer for you, a poem about youth is: Not all trees are broken by the storm, not all seeds, no soil can find roots, not all true feelings, are lost in the desert of people's hearts, not all dreams, are willing to be broken off their wings, no, not everything, as you said, not all flames, all burn only themselves, and do not illuminate others, not all stars, all only indicate the night, not report the dawn, not all songs, all skip the ears, And not stay in the heart. No, not everything.

It's all like you said.

Dear, a poem about youth: Long live youth, the youthful time is too late to decorate the passing time, reading thousands of books flying is suspected to be the heroism of the Milky Way falling for nine days, and the road of thousands of miles is the road of the book mountain. The strong youth is the crystal clear dew in the morning, the radiant glow in the sky, the gentle princess in my mother's gentle heart, and the promising generation with countless dreams.

Dear, a poem about youth: the story of a season blown down by the west wind, The shadow stands on the edge of the ice and repents of yesterday, there is no temperature and no sound, only a heartbeat flickering in the darkness, and the wine of time overflows in the sad crystal tall cup, which is heartbreaking but extraordinarily beautiful. Who is shaking the spinning wheel to weave a sunset-like wedding dress, let you be the last bride to give you a forget-you-forget grass, let life rise and fall, the paper boat of childhood has long been deeply stranded, looking for dreams along the dry river, we are the wandering dandelions, dancing lightly towards the sea and sky, all the stories, only the beginning, no ending.

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I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful!

Because youth is full of live ants and powerless! We always tirelessly swim in the ocean of knowledge, and we will not get tired, because we are the grass full of vitality and perseverance! Look, there are always us in the volunteer service team, serving the lonely and elderly, serving as a small traffic officer...Hail grip....We were so busy that although there was pearl-like sweat dripping down, it was a pearl, how precious!

We want to inject our vitality into the whole society!

I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful!

Because youth is full of wisdom! When we encounter problems, we will always solve them, the so-called "heroes from ancient times", of course, we have to perform well! In various arenas, we "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers"! Bravely win the crown, it all depends on our wisdom and struggle!

I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful!

Because youth doesn't last long! A flash in the pan is short-lived, but who's to say it's not beautiful? It is precisely because of its transience that it brings people infinite nostalgia! But there are countless times in the pan, and there is only one time to indulge everyone's youth, so why not grasp it firmly?

Let's sing together: youth is beautiful!