Poems about youth 20 lines urgent

Make it tidal. Young, ignorant and young, in his prime.

The eagle spreads its wings and makes huge waves!

Fish fly shallow bottom against the tide!

Scold Fang Yu to make the tide!

Arrogant, chivalrous, dung was the marquis of ten thousand households.

Pointing out the country, inspiring words, and curbing the flying boat!

The vast earth, with pride, is the lord ups and downs!

Rushing into the wind, what if your head is broken and bleeding!

Dream, look forward to the future, and sway a broad stage.

Puff up your chest, hesitate to fail, and have the courage to start over!

Fighting on the battlefield, blocked by pitch black, Jin Ge Iron Horse is wild!

Carry on the past and forge ahead into the future, our glorious era!

Make the tide, go beyond the hesitation, and point the ink brilliantly!

Open up life, catch up with the sun, and be the trendsetter of the times!

Embrace hope, love for a long time, and be a trendsetter of the times!

Today and tomorrow the earth is wide and the sky is high, and we will move forward bravely to make the tide!

Clumsy, now thinking, There are no words on it, don't let it on, I hope it can help you.

Paul Kochagin said: "The most precious thing in man is life; It is given to us only once. A person's life should be spent in this way:

When he looks back, he does not regret that he wasted his time, nor is he ashamed of his inaction; So that when he was dying, he would be able to say: I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind. ”

Tai Weng has clouds - Taige's "Flying Birds" is "as gorgeous as summer flowers in life, and as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves in death".

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning. An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time It is not a Taoist to laugh, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing.

You're my youth and you're coming gently, with a little naughtiness. You are so innocent, hypocritical that you can't push yourself in. You're coming softly, with a little bit of a dream, you're so lovely.

You are quiet, freshness is your temperament, pure is your wealth. I wanted to hug you in my arms, but you cried. So, I will no longer desecrate your alcohol.

Just because, you are my youth. Happiness is like a ray of sunshine in the dark, the key to open the heart, release the enthusiasm; Happy, like a picture scroll in a screen, delicate and elegant, stretching a hazy mood; Happiness, like a line of poetry in prose, beautiful and eternal, let go of the rising thoughts, happiness, like the sparkling lake, like the red flowers of the mountains and vines, like the oasis of yellow sand, like the waterlogged ...... of the skyOh, are you happy? Poetry of Youth Youth is a beautiful dream, but there will be a day when you wake up from a dream Youth is a small river and a small river, but there will be a day when it dries up, 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 withers, Youth is a fine sand in your hand, and it has leaked out unconsciously, Youth is a shooting star in the sky, although it is beautiful, it will pass away in an instant, Youth is a burst of fragrance left by happiness, and you want to cherish it, it has gone.

The ancient poems related to youth are as follows:1, Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Speech" wrote "When will the young and strong be old".

2, the day is not everywhere, and the green is just spring, from Yuan Mei's "Moss".

3, youth must be early, how can you grow up to be a teenager, from Meng Jiao's "Persuasion".

4, before you dare to kill someone, you must be like a hedgehog, from Li Ji's "Ancient Meaning".

5, wealth is not what you want, and those who are pure are balanced and stay in Yanguang, from Li Bai's "Short Song Xing".

6, after the time is not obtained, as safe as youth, from Bai Juyi's stupid "Autumn Hibiscus".

Youth (Don. Han Hao).

The eyes and hearts have not ended, and the pins have secretly finally made an appointment with Qin Lou.

Time is negative and it is difficult for me to meet, and emotions are not free.

The night must be fragrant to cover the knees, and when it is stuffy, you should scratch your head.

Cherry blossom Xie pear blossom or dou Xifa, intestinal break youth two sorrows. Shirts.

Youth must be early, how can it grow into youth.

Summary. Youth is the excitement of spreading its wings and flying high.

My youth, my poems, original poems, about 10 lines.

Youth is the excitement of spreading its wings and flying high.

Youth is your dream and mine.

Youth is the forging ahead of the years.

Youth is an indispensable fighting spirit.

Youth, you and me among young people.

Youth is the fragrance of flowers.

In these quiet days.

Let's feel the beauty of youth together.

Soak up the sunshine of youth together.

Topic: Youth.

Youth is a lively topic.

Bidding farewell to the rainy flower season and the nostalgic past, I stepped into the realm of youth.

Flowers, beautiful but easy to drift, if not cared for, when it is too late to be beautiful, it will wither and wither.

The rain, hazy but affectionate, if you don't grasp it, will turn into tears, broken when you are sad.

The wind came in a hurry.

If you go in a hurry, if you don't keep it, it will be fleeting and ruthless and go without a trace.

What about youth? She has the beauty of flowers, the poetry of rain, and the chic of the wind.

How should I deal with it?

I splashed the watercolor of my dreams on youth and began to understand the true meaning of youth.

A few setbacks are not the whole of youth.

Walking out of the shadow of failure, looking back at the pile of broken rubble, not all loss means no longer owning, and the rising sun is rising in front of me.

"Poems for Youth".

Youth is a poem written by the author.

Born out of a belated inspiration.

Simulated with countless tears.

Youth Time Youth has a bizarre deal.

Seller vs. Buyer.

It's always everyone themselves.

It's all paid in the hours of youth.

But everyone gets the same thing.

Life is a sailing ship, and after an innocent childhood, it sailed into the harbor of youth. What is youth? Youth is a factory that makes "strange beans", and youth is a vendor who sells handicrafts.

Speaking of which, it is better to say that youth is not pink cheeks, not red lips, nor flexible joints, but a firm will, rich imagination, full of emotions, and a trace of coolness rippling in the sweet spring of life. So is youth a pain or a pleasure?

Occasionally flipping through the previous things, there will always be a thousand thoughts coming to me, and they will remain in the mind and continue to churn, and it will not go away for a long time. In the same way, I accidentally turned out the picture album of my childhood, and many of them came to mind. When I was a child, everyone was so innocent!

Naivety, of course, becomes the nature of children. Even children's drawings are no exception. Generally speaking, what arises spontaneously is a kind of childishness, a kind of temperament that adults and even teenagers cannot have.

Every stroke, wordlessly, sketches the blueprint in our hearts in our childhood - how beautiful! Every childish picture is our pure, innocent heart!

Thinking of this, I can't help but return to reality from that beautiful childhood. Nowadays, we have faded away from the innocence of childhood, and the blueprint in our hearts has disappeared with the passage of time, replaced by many constraints from our parents and our psychology of obeying our words! In the 21st century, we should have lofty ideals and ambitions, should have our own hobbies and interests, and should strive for a direction that belongs to us!

But the reality is the opposite: we have no thoughts, no opinions, no resistance, only obedience. As a result, we gradually form the deformed psychology of "what our parents and teachers say is right" and "whatever they do is just for us".

Can't we have the right to make our own decisions?

Life is a blank sheet of paper, and the future is drawn with our hands. Therefore, we should use colorful brushes to create a life of our own. My youth should be in my hands.

Growth is our inevitability.

Teenagers are our eternal reluctance.

Who is the passer-by in Who's life.

Who is the rotation of whose life.

The dust of the past life, the wind of the present life.

Endless sorrow and sorrow.

After that, the piano broke through the loneliness.

The smoke burned out and the loneliness.

It was the soot that flicked off, and the memories that drifted away.

The cicadas play solo, and the silence is heard.

One day in summer, one season in autumn.

Come for three years, go for three years.

There's you, and there's me.

Now in the middle of summer, there is only one me left.

Between the fingers, it's not just youth that has slipped.

Get up and look back.

White building. Head shake, slip pocket.

Embark on the cyan path.

My sky. It's still clear.