Poems on the Youth Radio Draft

1. We firmly believe that the youth, inspirational and civilized radio draft needs poetry.

-Arctic

We will always stand on the side of justice.

Say no to evil

We have been moving in the direction of happiness

Say no to difficulties

We continue to strive for better ideals.

Say no to the blow

We should firmly believe in life.

The road to justice

Will overcome all evil.

We should firmly believe in life.

The road to happiness

Will overcome all difficulties.

We should firmly believe in life.

Beautiful ideal

Will overcome all the blows

Let us firmly believe in the future.

Poetry of the Arctic monarch

I asked for a poem about youth. I arranged it. I added it myself. If you don't feel good, you can modify it yourself. I hope I can help you.

Love can be broken and you never know how to turn back.

Love can bloom its original color forever like evergreen trees.

Finally, they are all in blowing in the wind at the end of the season.

Go with the flow,

Happiness can be as illusory as a dream,

People who love for the first time can remember for a lifetime.

Like a dream,

Instantly brilliant,

As light as water,

Floating in this season,

This season's light dance is full of sadness that can see the traces of time.

With the fear of being forgotten by the world,

Have a scattered youth with no regrets forever. . . . . ,

The purity of friends can last forever,

The feeling of the first kiss can exist for 10 thousand years, and there are speculative confidants.

There are happy smiles and sad eyes.

With a bright smile after the rotten flowers,

A lover's smile can be as indelible as a tattoo carved on his chest.

The glory of this era,

It smells like osmanthus,

There is a sad sky to see. This is a passage I have read myself. It feels good, and there is a pursuit.

The green leaves reflect the dazzling sunlight,

With the passion of running in the rain,

Green is immature,

With a childish smile,

The vitality of a tall buttonwood tree;

Time flies like running water.

In the age of scattered youth,

It is destined to be just an era when the wind blows and ripples spread.

An era of eternal regret;

Have ideals;

There are lovers and loved ones;

Have good friends,

Dreaming of the barren and fleeting years of the four seasons,

This is a never-ending cycle.

With the splendor of fireworks blooming in an instant, it dissipated into nothingness.

Thanks to everyone in life,

Because your appearance makes my life happier!

May you always be young and beautiful.

Have dreams and reality,

Have crazy pursuits,

Time is like water.

It is true that glory can disappear like fireworks in an instant.

3. Praise the manuscript of youth poems 1 minute Youth is like a gorgeous flower, graceful and colorful, like white clouds in the blue sky, innocent. What is youth that must be cherished? Is it a free and unrestrained surging river? Is that an endless sea? I don't think so. Youth is a cup of strong coffee. Although it can cheer people up, it is still a little bitter. Youth is the nameless grass. Although it is not very eye-catching, it can withstand the wind and rain. Youth is an uncut sword. It will only get sharper and sharper. I have youth, so I praise youth. I will sing it with my hoarse throat. Youth is a golden sun, which will give large tracts. It will also be more unforgettable and unforgettable because of its ups and downs. I praise youth because I have it, and I praise youth because it is beautiful and short-lived.

4. Ask for a poem about youth. In about three minutes, it will become a flower, bright red ... but the flower of youth will always be forgotten. ...

When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth. Youth, what a good word, light, or rich.

Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss. Maybe, now, I can understand.

Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone. What are they talking about? They wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful. ...

Those were the days before, and that was love made up of youth.

We were full of childishness at that time, but we were happy.

isn't it?

We went swimming and traveling side by side arm in arm.

Youth is a song, a sad and desolate song.

But when it is ripe, savor it.

It expresses not sadness, but

warmth

Youth is the music of love, a beating note.

This is a dream, flying wings.

This is my mother's work. Maybe she is not old, but she is still older and experienced more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.

Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling. People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya. Blue, the color of flowers and orchids, gently swaying, love floating in the wind. ...

Youth, is that right?

Youth tiptoes with blue poems. ...

5. Divide the poems of youth among two people.

What is youth? Some people say that it is sunshine, and colorful light constitutes flawless white; Some people say that it is a river with too much happiness and acidity, but I say that youth is a movement, a movement of its own written with life and passion.

You may be happy when you are young, because you have the brightest sunshine in your life; You may be depressed when you are young, because your youth journey is not so smooth; You may be very free and easy when you are young, because you have a broad mind; You may be indifferent when you are young, because a calm mood is enough for you to see all the flowers bloom and fall on a calm day.

Everyone has his own life, and no one can say for sure what youth should look like. If all the youth slide along the same track, don't you think your life is a bit monotonous in this colorful age?

In our hearts, we all hope to make our youth life full of passion and vitality. However, how many people can control and enrich their lives according to their own will? Therefore, we often wander in exhaustion and helplessness. The most important thing for people is to surpass themselves. The passion of youth will give us enough energy. If you don't have the courage and perseverance to untie the spiritual shackles brought by life, how can you be different, how can you show your original intention firmly and let your youth shine?

Youth is fearless. The road of life is like climbing a mountain. As long as there is a high mountain ahead, we will climb it. Even though there are thorns and dangers everywhere ahead, we still have to move forward! What a relief it will be when we set foot on all the valleys and valleys and stand at the peak of the mountain of life. !

Some people may say that plain is true, and it is good to face all hypocrisy and cunning with a normal heart. We don't dispute fame and fortune, and we are not complacent, but I think youth gives us passion.

What is youth or sweetness? Is it bitter? Is it thick? Still light? Only you can taste it. The world is not static. Maybe your pain today is your happiness tomorrow. Maybe you will feel your life with another mentality for today's livelihood tomorrow!

Understand the true meaning of youth with your heart, and you will find that it is so beautiful to have youth!

6. The manuscript about youth is urgent ~ ~ ~ Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I walked into the memory of youth again. It used to be a world of green grass and flowers, but now it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a 30-year-old, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.

But, after all, I have been stationed in this life station. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness. And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times?

Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.

No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can we get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us. . .

7. Ask for a poem about youth. This is a flower, bright red ... but the flower of youth will always be forgotten ... When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth.

Youth, what a good word, light, or rich. Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss.

Maybe, now, I can understand. Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish.

Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone.

What they are telling is that they wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful ... it is the past days and the love made by youth. At that time, we were full of childishness, but not happy. We went swimming and traveling hand in hand. Youth is a song, but when it is mature, we savor it carefully. It expresses not sadness, but warm youth is the music score of love, beating. She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.

Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling.

People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya.

Blue, the color of flowers, gently shaking, fluttering in the wind, love ... youth, is that right? Youth tiptoes with blue poems ... References:

Believe in the future: When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, and when the smoke left by the ashes sighed the sadness of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future, when my purple grapes turned into dew in late autumn, and when my flowers clung to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly wrote on the frosted vines: Believe in the future, I will wave the sky with my fingers, and I will sway the sea of the sun with my palm. The warm and beautiful pen with the dawn wrote with a child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, firmly believe in the future, believe in indomitable efforts, believe in the future and love life.