Urgently need a poem about youth, write a poem about youth

Youth is a dream.

But there will be a day when I wake up from a dream.

Youth is a small river.

But there will be a day when it dries up.

Youth is a rainbow.

But one day it will disappear.

Youth is a blooming flower.

But there will be a day when it will wither.

Youth is the fine sand in the hand.

Before you know it, it's gone.

Youth is a shooting star in the sky.

Although it is beautiful, it is gone in an instant.

Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.

Wanting to cherish it is gone.

Youth is a flower.

Swaying slowly in the breeze.

That tall and beautiful body.

It's always fragrant.

You can't help but reach out and caress it, kiss it.

Youth is a song.

Gently wafting in the intoxicating air.

The crisp notes.

Quietly converge into a beautiful melody.

People can't help but listen to it quietly and praise it.

Youth is a glass of wine.

Float slowly in the jade light cup.

That sweet and fragrant taste.

It has been rippling with a sweet smell for a long time.

People always want to raise a glass to it and drink it.

What is youth?

It's a memory left on the swing.

It is a trail of footprints left on the snow.

It's a line of tears left on the old **.

It's the red cotton jacket that I wore in my memory.

That's what youth looks like.

Slowly turn what I did a long time ago into a memory.

Then. It's a happy smile on the corner of the lips.

Youth is ice cream.

But when it comes to heat, it melts.

Youth is water in your hands.

But unconsciously leaked.

Youth is a star in the sky.

It's beautiful, but it's very small.

Youth is a brilliant daffodil.

It's beautiful, but it's easy to wither.

Youth is a dream in a fairy tale.

But it's a dream, and one day you wake up.

Meantime. Youth is beautiful again**.

Let people sleep in **.

Youth is the material of architecture.

Build one high-rise after another.

Youth is a delicious dish.

It will leave you with a lingering aftertaste.

Youth is the 'scissors of February'

Cut out one garment after another.

Snow in the winter of youth.

Snowmen piled up one after another.

Youth is like that.

It's both dangerous and memorable.

I just like this kind of 'youth'

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!