Poetry about modern youth

1. Modern poetry describing youth i. Youth

Author: Xi Murong

All endings have been written.

All the tears have also flowed out.

I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.

On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.

No matter how hard I pursue it,

Young you are just passing by.

And your smiling face is shallow.

Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate has bound it badly.

I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.

But I have to admit.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

On the night of forty-five.

Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.

Think of the summer when she was sixteen.

Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.

The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.

Her skirt is so white.

Remember that hill full of tea trees?

A cloudy sky

And cicadas in my ears.

In the silent forest

I love tonight.

Look back at the mountain road when you come.

Only to find that our days are over.

In a completely different way

I have been here and gone.

A vision so enthusiastically planned.

Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.

I was so eager for youth.

But always

Never been here.

Second, it rains in youth, and heaven closes [Editor's recommendation]

1. Morning

A cold day

Cold rain

In the cold air

Walk with those indifferent people

A cold day

Cold rain

In the cold air

Count how many cold people there are.

2. passers-by

Youth,

That's the only way

Inadvertently, youth won.

Silence again, the water is beating and drifting.

What comes and goes without a trace is the most beautiful story.

The legend of the years,

When stories are condensed into memories

A seal is an eternal label.

3. Lake

Teenagers' imagination,

Dreams in Paradise Garden

Life is a magnificent garden.

Love is the brightest rose.

The future is blue and far away.

Rain in June and drought in July

Sprinkle water and bake at will

Once pure and plain water.

lonely

Today is nine o'clock.

My poem

Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear

Tears in the sky

Has been hit hard on the ground.

My people

Wandering outside the window of heaven

begad

Sleeping in chains at Genting.

5. It won't be Don Quixote, will it

Through heaven

I'm just passing by.

Just myself.

Silence continued in the clearing.

Turn all corners.

Add another dress.

Take a sip of spring water.

Or a person

2. Modern poetry about youth, long live youth.

Wang Meng

All the days, all the days have come,

Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,

The flower ring of happiness weaves you.

There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,

Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,

There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...

It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.

One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,

We have time, strength and firm belief.

We are eager to live and fly in the sky.

It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.

Everything in the vast world surprises us.

Never cheerful, never indifferent,

Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.

Go straight, go straight,

I move forward happily in my life,

What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,

No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;

One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,

I miss you and greet you.

Look at you proudly.

3. Modern poetry about youth

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Soft wind, soft dreams, soft morning light.

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.

When I was young, no one raised the bitterness of homesickness.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset.

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring.

Like a beautiful fairy tale full of dazzling brilliance.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night.

Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying under your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside.

Waiting for the day when they become world legends.

4. Ask for modern poems about youth, and you have no regrets about youth.

There is no difficulty in turning the earth.

Martyrs use their lives to split mountains and pour seas.

Awaken generations of people with lofty ideals.

Built on * * *, it is world-famous.

Created a new world for future generations.

no regrets for youth

generation after generation

Cultivate a new generation

Lead the future of * * and the country.

The spring breeze of reform makes the land of China more exciting.

Everything is brought up again.

no regrets for youth

Create a new generation that follows the ideal.

How dare you slack off on your lofty mission?

Revitalize China and make the dreams of the whole world come true.

Struggle for countless days and nights

Strive for the next few decades.

The burden of 10 thousand kilograms was delivered to this generation.

Awaken the Chinese dream

Make the motherland more lovely

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5. Modern Poetry about Youth: Youth without Complaints

When you are young, if you love someone,

Please be gentle with him.

No matter how long you have been in love,

If you can always be gentle with each other, then,

All the moments will be flawless beauty.

If you have to part, say goodbye,

And be grateful in my heart,

Thank him for giving you a memory.

You don't know until you grow up,

At the moment when I suddenly looked back,

Youth without resentment has no regrets,

Like a quiet full moon on the mountain.

Appreciation: When I was young, there were many inevitable reasons that led to the painful breakup of two people who once loved each other. No matter how things change, when love becomes a thing of the past, we should face and accept it frankly. Even if the other person does something that hurts you, try to forget it and learn to let it go. No amount of resentment and tears can keep the love that has vanished, and a broken heart can't sprinkle the salt of hatred, because hatred is a double-edged sword, which hurts the other party and hurts you at the same time. You should keep more gratitude in your heart, thank each other for making you experience a happy and painful struggle, and thank each other for having a good memory with you. Only in this way can you have a deeper and more real experience of love, face the changes of life with a normal heart and start a new life.

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Xi Murong ~

6. Modern poems about youth are raining and heaven is closed 1. Cold weather in the morning, cold rain, cold air, those who walk in the cold air, cold weather, cold rain, cold air, and how many cold people are counting. 2. The youth of passers-by can only be like this. Inadvertently, the most beautiful stories are the legend of the most beautiful years. When the story condenses into a memory, it is labeled as an eternal label. 3. The imagination of the lake as a teenager, the paradise garden in my dream life is a magnificent garden. Love is the brightest rose. The future is a blue and distant day. Rain in June, drought in July, wanton sprinkling. At nine o'clock today, my poem is still floating on the lotus leaf, and crystal tears are falling from the sky. My people have been rolling on the ground and wandering outside the window of heaven. My god has been sleeping in chains at the top of the cloud. 5. Don Quixote will not pass by heaven. I was just passing by, only my own clearing continued to be silent, turned all corners, added a dress, took a sip of spring water, and still walked alone.

7. Modern poems about youth when my youth becomes someone else's journey.

I became the dust raised by the train.

Floating on a cold track

From then on, my season

Spring flowers don't bloom, autumn wind doesn't come.

When my youth becomes someone else's story

I became a thick scroll.

Between the lines tells the unfulfilled wish.

From then on, my sky

Birds don't return, and the waning moon is not round.

When my youth becomes the attachment of others.

I became an old photo.

Swing in the frozen picture

From then on, my memory

Fairy tales are far away, and youth is still breathing.

I salute youth.

Pay homage to the bitter fleeting time of childhood.

Pay tribute to those unforgettable memories

8. Poems describing youth (ancient poems are the best, modern ones are also acceptable) can remind you of these poems, and they are definitely incomplete. Please refer to them, hehe.

1, Jin advises you not to cherish gold and to cherish your youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

2. When Xie Lingyun wrote "You Nan Ting", it was dusk and the clouds returned 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.

3. Meng Jiao's "Persuasion" attacks stones with fire, there is no smoke without fire. 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?

4, "Youth" Xi Murong

All endings have been written.

All the tears have also flowed out.

Suddenly forgot.

What kind of beginning?

in ancient times

A summer gone forever.

No matter how hard I pursue it,

Young you

It's like passing clouds.

And your smiling face

Extremely shallow and light

Gradually become unknown

Clouds after sunset

Then open the yellow title page.

Fate predestined it.

Extremely clumsy

With tears in my eyes

I read it again and again.

But I have to admit.

youth

This is a sloppy book.

5. Four songs of youth

(1) Three In the snow

It snowed in March.

My mother died in the dust

It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.

And flying pigeons.

The strings are broken.

I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.

March is the season when flowers bloom.

And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.

On the snowy road

Dance with dead leaves

I sat on the ground.

Look up at the gates of heaven every night.

And the river that can't swim.

The stars have long since disappeared.

There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.

I debug with my own tears.

Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.

(2) Unrequited love

look at you

Sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn

Grow into crazy spring grass

(3) My youth

The dark sky in winter

No beautiful birds fly by.

a pool of stagnant water—stagnant/lifeless condition

No fish swims happily

I flew into the sky.

Overlooking the flowers projected on the running water

I found that it had turned yellow in the wind of years.

Childhood is a complete mirror.

Youth is a mottled leaf.

Who is full of worried mountains and valleys?

Who sleeps in the dream of white clouds?

The cuckoo sings every night in spring.

But the passion that has passed away?

(4) Bright March

Bright March

Many flowers and shadows

The wind shakes the green leaves

I opened the window.

The sun came in.

Drive away the shadows.

I hear lonely and broken voices.

The shredded water of youth taken away by birds

Isn't it my sadness that shines?

Forget all this.

The wine I once drank.

Once lost mountain road

The snow on the mountain has melted.

In this beautiful March

Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.

9. Poems about youth. Young people, go.

Without the flight of birds, the blue sky feels lifeless. What if our youthful vitality is gone? Go ahead, young man!

Every morning when you wake up, young man, fight! Youth is not man's winter, and we can't hibernate in decadence.

Don't waste your time and don't let the alarm clock ring over your head. Fight before difficulties threaten your food and clothing, young man!

How can we fall asleep when the sleeping oriental lions are awake? Go ahead, young man! For their own happiness, for the future of the motherland.

This has nothing to do with spring-the stone of progress in Li Ji broke my knee. When I can't bow my head in front of reality, I always accept it in escape and feel uneasy in reality. Every time I can't compromise with myself, I always say that it has nothing to do with spring. If you throw some olives, you can open a green field. If you fly a few pigeons, you can beautify a blue sky. People who pursue a better life can laugh without fear. Too bad it has nothing to do with spring. When my friend complained to me, it made him feel very uncomfortable. When I calm down, I always express my feelings about the world and look down on myself in my feelings. All the appearances of happiness can't hide the sad facts. Behind all happiness lies the ignorance of young people. When I can't refuse and can't bear to struggle on the edge of pain and suffering, I tell myself that this has nothing to do with spring. I can't accept that my rose smells good in other people's arms. I can't agree with the applause that originally belonged to me. When everything comes, when everything is still coming, I still stick to my faith. These have nothing to do with spring.