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Looking for the youth point of poetry propaganda language

To be honest, I really don't understand what you are looking for. Here are some poems about youth.

You' nanting

Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.

The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.

After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.

Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.

I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.

Feeling sad, the stars are gray.

The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden.

When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.

Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.

Xi Huayin

Tang Baojun emblem

Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.

Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.

Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.

Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers.

Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.

Qiu Jin

Tang Bai Juyi

The wind is cold and the sky is dusk.

There are hibiscus flowers in the atrium, which set in the morning.

Autumn has fallen, and dusk has come.

I'm sorry that I have no color, but I sigh without hesitation.

I feel this is because I missed him and talked to him.

Men are always rich, and women marry later.

Only when the head is white can it succeed, and when the color is weak can it convince people.

If you don't find yourself in the future, you will be as safe as youth.

Send a friend away

Dondum

After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is struggling with life.

Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.

Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.

Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens.

Send Li Qinggui to Huayangchuan.

Tang Libai

Bo Yang Xian Jia looks very young.

The secret of Sun Moon Lake, Xia Yun passed away.

Turn your mind and cultivate your nature, and hide for a few days naive.

Not after a thousand years, back to the new city.

Give Guo Xu a horse

Tangli section

Youth is the most romantic, and when you are 20, you will worship Hou.

The golden distance of cockfighting crosses the garden, and jade spurs the horse out.

Xiang Xun has little pity, but Fu Fenhe Lang is puzzled.

At dusk, the flute is played on the willow tree, and passers-by give directions to Fengtai.

Go to the palace in March

Don

The canal is full of red walls and the wind is petite.

The curtain can be locked for thousands of years.

The title of the play is for two boys.

Don Liu Changqing

Frequently born in a foreign land, how many joys and sorrows are in the body.

I want to be ashamed of my white hair, and I think of my youth every time I watch a children's play.

I don't know who deserves the Lord, and I don't want to be separated from others.

I'm glad I didn't get married until I was old, but my family is relatively covered with towels.

Persuade sb. to study

Tang mengjiao

If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke.

It is unnatural to learn without learning.

Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.

Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?

Become someone else's topic

Tangzhenggu

Tears are wet and lonely, and I feel dizzy in the mirror. Only recently can I cherish my youth.

Apricot blossoms and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at old photos.

On the topic of eating new water pavilion to send doctors to South Zhangzhou

Tang Zhu Xuan Jing

Dan threshold initial structure, solitary crown Qingchuan.

The court is close to the trees in the valley, and the eaves fall down and the springs rise.

Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated.

Youth is like water, when will happiness return?