1. Collect some poems about beautiful youth and love

Flower Season ☆ Youth No one is 17 years old forever, but some people are always 17 years old.

I often think about our youth. It is really a strange thing. Its short body drags a long tail, swaying like wings, and it refuses to leave for a long time. The tail of youth at the age of 17 is short and gray; like the last note of a piano piece, no matter how high the key is used, the ending is disappearance and departure.

The stories of 17-year-olds always start in the most cheerful tone on a sunny day, as if the storyteller really doesn’t know how sad the ending will be. Flower Season ☆ Innocence We were once innocent children, and we hope to remain innocent all our lives.

If we had a choice, we would rather never understand the things we didn’t understand before. We are all angels with one wing, we can only fly if we hug each other.

I don’t have the courage to break my wings, but I can’t fly anywhere. Good friends should not only help each other at critical moments, not only share each other's secrets, but also make sacrifices for each other at any time without hesitation.

I have always been an orphan in a beautiful world, lonely, lonely, and persistent. Once he meets Nuan Nuan, he is destined to be defeated.

I ran all the way, eager to find a face similar to mine in the crowded and hurried crowd. She and I had a similar fate. I can see in her the reference of my own destiny, where to go, and I am no longer so hasty.

I finally became less smart, and I finally started to believe things I didn’t believe before. When the storm was over, I still held on to the friendship that remained for the rest of my life.

After seeing all the passing scenery, I began to like myself, my original self. Flower Season ☆ Memories The ending and the process are already there, and if you continue to struggle, even you will feel greedy.

Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed. The left hand holds happiness, the right hand holds memories, and the flowers bloom undefeated... The feeling of waiting is a little bit of hatred and a little sad.

But all in all, it’s definitely not a bad feeling. Never need to think of it, never forget it.

The wind blew the broken years. I saw the loneliness in the distance and burst into tears. Those flowers bloomed and scattered.

If we cannot be together forever, at least give us the courage to miss you and the right to embrace, so that I can understand the traces of my heartbeat. Flower Season ☆ Forgetting If you really want to forget some things and some people, you will definitely forget them? The most painful thing is that when something disappears, it is gone forever and will never come back, but it still leaves a thin and sharp needle stuck in your heart, which cannot be pulled out. If I want you to feel pain, you have to feel pain.

The hourglass remembers the time we have forgotten... The hourglass turns upside down, and the pain relief of life is experienced again and again. How many 99 seconds are there in life? How much courage does it take to withstand the heartache again and again? 99 seconds, a whole night of comfort... Some things and some people, if you really want to forget, you will definitely forget.

In fact, nothing can be forgotten. No matter how beautiful and unforgettable the past is, it turns out to be just the past. As for disaster and pain, that should probably be the case.

Some things and some people, when you want to forget them, they are just reprinted in your heart! The road we have traveled and the people we have loved will flow away in the long river of time. Only the fragrance of time leaves colorful traces. Life is in a hurry, and forgetfulness is intertwined in the memory.

Right, wrong, love, hate... I let myself go crazy like this, but I sadly knew in my heart that everything was in vain. Flower Season ☆ Growth Because I rely on a memory that only I remember, I have grown up.

Be long enough to bravely face all the ups and downs in the world. I've always loved the afternoon sun.

It makes me believe that everything in this world will turn around, and that destiny is generous and beautiful.

We will eventually grow up, growing up quietly with a feeling of no resentment.

In the final analysis, growth is a kind of happiness. Growth is like this, painful and happy.

You have to accept all the harm this world brings to you, and then grow up without fear. In the wordless ending, memories reveal that time has filtered sadness and it has been evaporated by life.

I grew up with pain... With you by my side in this life, I will never leave, never let go, or despair. With you here, I can't leave; I deserve my fragility.

Accept the pain of loss and face the days of loneliness. Flower Season ☆ Life is as high as the road, and as high as the devil.

In this world, who dares to say who is whose savior? Who is whose savior? No one is. In the misplaced emotions, we can only pay for our own share of pain. When the pain is extreme, we can't blame others for one point. We, curtain call.

And a new curtain will open again. Life is like this, end, start, start again, end again... No matter what, we will carry our own disasters and happiness and move forward without looking back.

There are not so many assumptions in life. Reality is a real slap in the face, hitting you in the face. There is no doubt that it hurts, so you can only move forward indomitably. When you make a decision that you think is absolutely right, reality slaps you hard in the face - this is God teaching you to bow your head.

Friendship is actually the same as love. In many cases, distance can make each other understand. And life is like this, taking us to other places together.

Never come back. It will never be the same again.

Life is one play after another. As long as you are on stage, no one can get off the stage until the play is over. Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price.

Don’t believe it? You can try it. Flower Season * Reality Time will only get older, but time will never deceive us.

Reality is a real slap in the face, hitting you in the face, it is meaningless to cry out in pain, the only thing is to move forward. There is a lot of injustice in this world.

What you think you can rely on can actually not be trusted. What you thought was protecting you actually never belonged to you.

I dance on the tip of the knife, whether it is heavy or light, there is always pain spreading from the soles of my feet to my heart. There are not many things that belong to you in this world, and now, they have completely disappeared.

You have nowhere to hide in this crazy rain. You can only shed tears mixed with rain, and run desperately towards the unknown direction, towards the endless road. When I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore. Whenever I talk, I don't dare to look at the sky anymore.

. 2. What are the poems that describe the beauty of youth?

1. Qia is a classmate of a young boy who is in his prime; he is a scholar and is full of enthusiasm, and he scolds Fang Qiu. Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households. ——"Qinyuanchun·Changsha" Modern Times: Mao Zedong

Translation: The students are in their youth and in their prime; everyone is full of ambition, unrestrained and full of energy. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the pure, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt.

2. Entering the Han Palace on the 15th day of the year, the flowers are smiling and red. ——"The Song of Resentment" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Translation: She came to the Han Palace at the age of fifteen, the age of youth and brilliance. Her slightest smile would put the beauty of spring to shame.

3. When he was in his prime, he joined the army and once swallowed the remaining captives in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will make many mistakes. ——"Xie Chichun: Joining the Army in the Strongest Years" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Translation: Joining the army in the prime of life, once had the heroic spirit to swallow the enemy in one breath. Thick clouds hung high in the sky. It turned out that the beacon fire was lit.

A young man (a young man) with a ruddy face and black hair, holding a beautifully carved sword, headed west to guard the border. Most of the Confucian scholars who have ridiculed since ancient times have wasted their precious youth.

4. Xinfeng wine fights for ten thousand, Xianyang ranger for many years. When we meet, we will drink for you. We will tie our horses to the tall buildings and weeping willows. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Four Poems on a Young Man's Journey"

Translation: The fine wine produced in Xinfengsheng is worth millions, and most of the knights who frequent the capital city of Chang'an are young men.

When they met, they had similar spirits and drank happily. The horses were tied by the weeping willows under the restaurant.

5. A young man from Bianzhou is used to being wild, riding a horse and shooting yellow sheep. Now that I am old and weak, I still lean on the camp gate and count the flying geese. ——"Four Poems of a Young Man" Tang Dynasty: Linghu Chu

Translation: When I was young, I used to go wild in the border town, riding a Tibetan horse and shooting arrows at yellow sheep. Now that I am old and have no strength, I still rely on the barracks door to count the flying geese. 3. Beautiful poems or sentences about youth

Beautiful sentences about youth

1. Many things that we think we will never forget in our lives are forgotten in the days when we never forget them. We forget.

2. I know I am not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I came from more than anyone else. Run forward.

3. You give me a tear, and I see the whole ocean in your heart

4. If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But I am so crazy Why hasn’t God destroyed me for a long time?

5. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement that bloom into a lonely forest without wind

< p> 6. In this sad and bright March, I walked through my thin youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the sadness, joy and impermanence that appear and disappear.

7. If you laugh once, I can be happy for several days; but if you cry once, I will be sad for several years.

8. Those things that we once thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of never forgetting them.

9. A lonely person will always carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over every night when the stars fall.

10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk anymore. Whenever I talk, I don’t dare to look at the sky anymore.

11. I count every day. Your smile, but even when you smile, you feel so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and relaxed.

12. There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you, but you left me, and you told me how to smile at others again in the future

13. There used to be A smile appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart. I couldn't swim across it. The sound of the river became my despair every day and every night. singing.

14. The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like clear streams, in the wind, in front of my eyes, passing by, and warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations. , I just want you to be happy, not sad`````

15. The wind blows up the fleeting years as broken as flowers, and your smile sways and becomes the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, look at Snow, look at the deep shadows of the season.

16. A person always has to take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you tried so hard to forget are really Just forgot about it.

17. Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.

18. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost.

19. If one day we are no longer together, we should act as if we were together.

20. Forget it if you haven’t finished talking about some things. Everyone is a king, domineering in his own world. You don’t want to listen to me, but you don’t want me to listen to you either. .

21. I forget which year, month and day I carved a face on which wall. A smiling face staring at me sadly. We smiled and said we were stuck in time. In fact, the original place has been swept away silently by the torrent

22. Some people will always be engraved in the memory. Even if they forget their voice, their smile, and their face, they will always be there. The feeling when I think of him will never change

23. Those who used to say they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.

24. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back

25. You will never see me when I am the loneliest, because I am the loneliest only when you are not by my side.

26. The space formed by singing allows the years to come and go freely, so the face of the person who is still protected has never changed and a huge and unending hatred.

27. In summary One day I will walk away from you silently without making any sound. I have missed a lot and I am always sad alone.

28. I look at you smiling and silent just like now, Proud, disappointed, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have always stood in the present while you always stay in the past.

29. If we are all children, we can stay where time is. , sit together and listen to those stories that never grow old while slowly laughing.

I wish you a happy life and hope to adopt it. 4. Looking for some poems, aphorisms, and famous sayings about describing the romance of youth. Speed

Everyone has their own youth. Youth is the most beautiful and exciting stage in life. After experiencing the sourness of youth , sweet, bitter, spicy, you will grow into a truly meaningful person. Youth is short-lived and will flow away gently from your hands. Grasping youth means that a fulfilling life is waiting for you not far away! Youth is like this bouquet of flowers! It’s so gorgeous when it’s open! But when it withers, it becomes miserable! The same is true for our youth. In the season of youth, we are full of passion, but once our youth passes, we will lose our vitality, passion, and unrestrainedness! We must cherish our youth and not let it go in vain! The Poetry of Youth Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a river that never stops. Youth is a book that can never be tired of reading. Youth is a cup of endless tea. Youth is a peak that stands in the forest of nations. It has been imprinted on thousands of people. The footprints of millions of young people. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge that sheds the sweat of millions of young people. Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously, tested by wind and rain. Youth is a bud that is ready to bloom and wants to be shown to the world. With my unique demeanor, I gave myself a gift of youth with a passionate and unrestrained youthful heart, which is the poem of youth, Four Songs of Youth (1) Flying Snow in March. There was a snowstorm in March, and my mother left without a trace. What disappears in the sky is not only the winter sunshine but also the flying figures of doves. The strings of the piano are broken. I lie down on the mountain top deep in the clouds and cry. March is the season when flowers bloom, and my harvest is indeed the withered flowers of the world and the falling snow. The dead leaves are dancing on the road. I sit on the ground and look up at the gate of heaven and the river that cannot be crossed. The stars have long been hidden in the ditch. There is no caress of the moon. I play with my tears a song of lovesickness on a snowy night (2) My secret love watched you spread the green in my lonely autumn and grow into crazy spring grass (3) My youth, the dark sky in winter, no beautiful birds flying across a lonely stagnant water, no fish swimming happily, I flew Going up to the sky and looking down at the flower projected on the flowing water, I find that it has turned yellow in the wind of time. Childhood is a complete mirror, but youth is a mottled leaf. Who covers the mountains and valleys with worries, who rests on the white clouds in long dreams. Is the spring cuckoo singing every night about the passion that has passed away? (4) March is bright and bright. Flowers in March are heavily shadowed. The wind shakes the green leaves. I open the window and the sun comes in and drives the shadows out. I hear the sound of loneliness breaking. Birds fly over. The tattered youthful water surface sparkles. It’s not my sadness that shines. Forget the poisonous wine you once drank. The mountain road you once lost. The snow on the mountain has melted. In this beautiful March, let us listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together. 2. You are my youth. You come gently and bring me with you. A little naughty.

You are so innocent and there is no push for hypocrisy. You came gently, with a little dream, you are so cute.

You came quietly, freshness is your temperament, and it is simply your wealth. I wanted to hold you in my arms, but you cried.

Therefore, I will no longer blaspheme your purity. Just because you are my youth.

3. Youth is clueless. When I look back again at the hand that has clearly been waving for a long time, I still see nothing. Only the leaves on the trees behind me are swaying gently in the wind. In these quiet days, I always see nothing. I silently looked out the window at the big bare tree. It was a single old man who had spent the winter. The wounds on his body were cracked by frost, and stagnant blood was still flowing slowly. The solitary branches were naked and scattered, and their roots were tangled under the gentle breeze of the cold wind. A few birds were fluttering and jumping under the eaves, looking here from time to time, but never far away from their warm home. The sun was always pale and pale, sighing monotonously and silently over and over again in the solemn sky. After seeing faces again and again, nothing is left. The dry grassland where snow has not fallen for a long time is still scattered with seven or eight stars. A bird is lying quietly in the grass, as if it has been dead for a long time. However, I always find this place that I have walked through for a long time. There are no deep marks left behind. The clear river is filled with leaves of all sizes. Many traps are leisurely created in a wide valley. Carefully stepping on the piled leaves, identifying the direction from time to time in an extraordinary gentle sound. After looking for the bullet casing left by the old hunter, I suddenly realized that this piece of steel was originally cast from some beautiful petals. Is it for the yellow land that has been dry for ten thousand years to once again sing the song of the strong wind? Is it for that? At the end of the song, your wandering soul is transported again. Is it because that soul transcends a single banana tree that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago? Is it because that single banana tree continued this erratic feeling in the hazy world? At the front, the sky is soaked in rain and sunburned day by day, exhausted, but the earth is blurred by the dust and footprints day by day. How many tears have filled the ocean, but the environment is gradually getting worse and helpless. Create a new human past life. The bitter and salty life still surrounds the embankment where you walk. You sit by the river, sitting on the rough black sand and stones, and you are imagining the vast wilderness. The yellow mud day is away from your home for a long time. Everything has gone away. The death-like silence that I hate the most is actually more accommodating than anything else. The footprints of time have turned the dark floating soil into a blank, and the two mouths have finally become a muddy Dead Sea. Despite a million kinds of wind and rain, there is still an immortal silent laughter. The distant places come one after another, and the wind turns the pages on the table into chaos. It seems that you, far away, are walking on the waves and approaching are the lotuses blooming in the snowy fields in winter. .

Those vast memories of youth quietly slip away from the trajectory of life, just like the scratches on the table record the joys and sorrows year after year from this year to the next, confirming the joys and sorrows, leaving traces of our growth1 . Youth is a beautiful dream, but one day it will eventually wake up. Youth is a small river, but one day it will eventually dry up. Youth is a rainbow, but one day it will eventually disappear. Youth is a blooming flower, but one day it will eventually wither. Youth is held in the hand. The fine sand has been leaked unconsciously. Youth is a shooting star in the sky. Although it is beautiful, it passes away in an instant. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it and it has left. 2.

Staring at the willow shadows on the shore, I walked back into the memory of my youth. The world was once a world of green grass and flowers, but today it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a thirty-year-old person, playing the chord of youth is probably a bit outdated.

However, after all, I have stayed in this life station. Look at those crooked footsteps on the road, aren't they just the footprints of a toddler? When you listen to that simple willow flute song, isn't it the call of your heart? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, without falsehood or sorrow.

And those frivolous things are the footprints of my youth. That was during the stormy times of the times. 5. Poems about youth

There are many poems about youth. Some of them are listed below for reference.

I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth. ____Anonymous "Golden Threaded Clothes"

If you don't see Chang'an as a place of pleasure, time will be easily wasted. ____Li Qi's "Farewell to the Capital of Wei Wan"

The old autumn frost of hibiscus, the round fan is ashamed of the netizens. ____Li Bai's "Zhongshan Ruzi's Concubine Song"

Entering the Han Palace on the 15th day of the year, the beauty is smiling in spring. ____Li Bai's "Song of Resentment"

Who can keep the sun shining through the youth of peach and plum blossoms? ____Li Bai's "Long Song Xing"

One hundred years have passed, and the early days are long. ____Li Bai's "Climbing Jingting Mountain to the South and Looking Nostalgic to Master Dou"

When I was young, the yellow birds kept singing. ____Li Bai's "Spring Love in the South of the Yangtze River"

At the end of the world, I lost my hometown, and the old man grew up outside the Yangtze River. ____Li Bai's "Spring Love in the South of the Yangtze River"

Seeing the autumn grass in front of the Huamen Tower, how can we look at each other in poverty and poverty?

____Cen Shen's "A Night Gathering with the Judges in the Liangzhou Pavilion"

White hair makes a sad mirror, and youth exchanges for old fur. ____ Cen Shen "In the late spring of Wuwei, I heard that Judge Yuwen's envoy to the west has arrived in Jinchang"

Recalling that I was still a child at the age of fifteen, I walked back as strong as a yellow calf. ____Du Fu's "The Collection of Hundred Worries"

Drinking debt is common, but rare in seventy years of life. ____Du Fu's "Two Songs from Qujiang"

To sing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. ____Du Fu "Wen Guanjun Takes Henan and Hebei"

With sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow. ____Dai Shulun's "Stone Station on a Big Night"

At first sight, I turned over doubtful dreams, and felt sad and asked about the year. ____ "Farewell to Han Shen at Yunyang Pavilion" by Sikong Shu

Youth must be born early, how can one grow into a young man? ____ Meng Jiao's "Encouragement to Learn"

The days of youth are approaching, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain. ____Li He's "About to Enter the Wine"

At that time, all ambitions were gone, and four or five new white hairs were added. ____Xue Feng's "Night Rain in Chang'an"

Lingering in the scenery to cherish the beauty, leaning against the lantern alone at dusk. ____Li Yu's "The Return of Ruan Lang and the Twelfth Brother of King Zheng"

The spring in Luoyang is beautiful, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country. ____Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

In autumn, the temples are white with frost, and the fading face is red with wine. ____Yin Shi's "Farewell to Chang Shi of the Song Dynasty"

Did I know it was wrong? I regret not locking the carved saddle. ____Liu Yong's "Ding Feng Bo·Since Spring"

He is unfamiliar with Xing Xing, a drunkard and desolate, unlike when he was a boy. ____Liu Yong's "Youth Travel·Ma Chichi on the Ancient Road in Chang'an"

Cherish the spring in the mirror. Not as new as flowers and plants. ____Zhang Xian's "Bodhisattva Man·Yi Lang Returns to the Upper Floor"

Changting Road with green poplars and grass. It's easy to leave people behind when you're young. ____Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House·Spring Hate"

In the Ming Dynasty, if the west wind blows, the beauty will not be able to bear the autumn. ____Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky·Shou De Lotus Blooming and Traveling"

My mind is wandering in my homeland. I am so affectionate that I should laugh at me, and I will have beautiful hair early. ____Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" 6. Please ask for some poems, aphorisms, and famous quotes about describing the romance of youth

When you make friends with non-sages, you will inevitably develop love and hatred.

——Meng Jiao Mountains and rivers are not important, but meeting a close friend is important. ——Bao Rong Life is intertwined at the end and the beginning, and cannot be separated by the beginning or the end.

——Helan Jinming Choosing friends is like panning for gold, and you will never find any treasure. ——Li Chengyong Those who are close will be cut off constantly, and those who are sparse will not be strong.

——Han Yu When we know each other from afar, we don’t know how deep the clouds are. ——Wang Changling The love is deep when we meet each other, and we can know our hearts without saying a word.

——Li Bai It is of no use to be alone in times of crisis. ——Li Bai: Score points when making friends, watch for admonishment through cutting.

——Zhou Xingsi The ancients were ashamed of the friendship between powerful forces. ——Liu Yiqing If good people live together, they will hear good advice every day; if evil people hang around, they will have evil feelings every day.

——Fan Ye Don’t forget the poor people who have been together for a long time. ——Bao Zhao Don't seek benefits, don't violate harm, don't force relations, and don't insist on strictures. Only those who are Tao can do it.

——Wang Tong Evil people stay away from each other, while good people stay close to each other and know each other. ——Wang Fanzhi There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors across the world.

--Wang Bo.

7. What are the beautiful poems describing "youth"

One Youth

Author: Xi Murong

All the endings have been written

< p> All the tears have already started

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was

In that ancient summer that will never come back

No matter how I pursue it

Young man just passes by like a cloud shadow

And your smiling face is very shallow

gradually disappearing in the day The backward Qunlan

then opened the yellowed title page

Fate bound it extremely poorly

With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again

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But I have to admit

Youth is a too hasty book

At the age of forty-five at night

I suddenly thought of her young self Eyes

Remembering the summer when she was sixteen

Walking slowly towards him from the hillside

The sun was dazzling outside the forest

And her dress was so white

I still remember the hills full of tea trees

The sky full of floating clouds

And the ears full of cicadas Sound

In the quiet silent forest

I love tonight

Looking back at the mountain path from where I came

I realized Our days have

come and gone in a completely different way

The vision that was once so passionately planned

Such a meticulously drawn blueprint

The youth that I once longed for to appear

never came

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2. It rains in youth and heaven is closed

1. Early morning

A cold day

A cold rain

A cold day In the cold air

Walking those cold people

In the cold weather

In the cold rain

In the cold air

Counting how many cold people

2. Passers-by

Youth,

This can only be like this

Inadvertently Time, time is at its peak

And silently, the water is drifting

Those who come and go without a trace are the most beautiful stories

The legend of the years ,

When the story condenses into memory

The seal is sealed with an eternal label

3. Lake

The imagination of youth Power,

Dreams in the Garden of Paradise

Life is a magnificent garden

Love is the most beautiful rose

The future It's the blue and distant sky

The rain in June and the drought in July

Sprinkled willfully and roasted wantonly

The once pure and peaceful water surface

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Alone

4. It’s nine o’clock today

My poems

are still floating on the lotus leaves and shining brightly

Tears in the sky

are already beating on the ground

My people

Wandering outside the window of heaven

My God

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Already sleeping on the top of the shackles of the clouds

5. It won’t be Don Quixote

Passing by heaven

I’m just passing by

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It’s just me

Silence continues in the open space

Turned all the corners

Add one more piece of clothing

Take a sip of spring water

Still alone 8. Verses and ancient poems describing youth

Verses and ancient poems describing youth include:

1. "Spring Love in the South of the Yangtze River" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

When I was young, the yellow birds kept singing.

At the end of the world, I lost my hometown, and the old man grew up outside the river.

My heart flies to Qin Saiyun, and my shadow lags behind Chu and Guan Yue.

My life experience is extremely romantic, and my countryside has been in ruins for a long time.

Where does Suiyan go from here? A long song to thank Jinque.

Translation:

How long can youth last? The yellow birds sing incessantly in spring.

People are at the end of the world, not knowing where to go back to their hometown, wandering in rivers and lakes, and their hair is gray.

The figure is stagnant under the moon in Chuguan, but my heart flies to Qin Saiyun.

This life is particularly romantic, and the countryside has been deserted for a long time.

Now that it’s the end of the year, where should we go? Sing a long song to say goodbye to Jinque.

2. "Jinjinjiu" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The glazed bell is rich in amber, and the small trough of wine is dripping with true pearl red.

The dragons and cannons are cooked, the phoenixes and jade are weeping, and the embroidered curtains are surrounded by the fragrant wind.

Play the dragon flute and beat the drum; sing with white teeth and dance with a slim waist.

The days of youth are approaching, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain.

I advise you to stay drunk all day long, and the wine will not be buried in Liu Ling’s grave!

Translation:

The clear glass cup is filled with amber-colored wine, dripping on the bed of the trough, and the rich red color is like beads of fire.

Boiled dragon liver, fried phoenix marrow, the oil is white, and the dots are like teardrops. The curtains in Jinxiang are hung in the hall, and the feeling of spring is strong.

The sound of the flute is as melodious as the roar of a dragon, and the leather drum is beating loudly. Wu Wa and Chu Nu are singing and dancing softly, and the music is also harmonious.

What's more, the spring is getting older and the sun is approaching dusk, and the peach blossoms are like rain, falling all over the ground in red.

I advise the world that it is better to be drunk all day long and return to the loess in one day. Even if a wine master like Liu Ling drinks a cup, it is just a dream.

3. "Encouraging Learning" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

When a stone is struck, there is fire; if it is not struck, there is no smoke. People only know when they learn, but it is unnatural if they do not learn.

Everything has its own destiny, and it is not me who is the best. Youth must be born early, how can one grow into a young man?

Translation:

Only if you hit the stone, there will be sparks; if you don't hit it, not even a little smoke will come out. The same is true for people. Only through learning can we master knowledge; if we don't learn, knowledge will not fall from the sky.

Everything must be practiced by yourself. The knowledge gained by others cannot replace your own talents. You should work hard as early as possible during your youth. Can a person remain a "youngster" forever?

4. "Ti Chanyuan" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The cup boat is 100% empty, and the youth of ten years old is worthy of its honour.

Today, by the side of the Zen couch with silk hair on the temples, tea smoke is falling lightly in the flower breeze.

Translation:

The entire wine boat was drunk, and the ten years of youth were finally not wasted.

Today, I have silver hair on my temples, lying on the Zen bed in the temple, with flowers falling in the wind and tea smoke floating gently in the wind.

5. "Sauvignon Blanc·Flowers Like Yi" by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty

Original text:

Flowers like Yi, willows like Yi. Flowers and willows, young people part ways. He lowered his head and shed tears.

East of the Yangtze River, west of the Yangtze River. Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. We know when we meet.

Translation:

Look at the flowers like you and the willow branches like you; in the spring when the flowers and willow branches are already green, people want to leave, lowering their heads and unable to help but shed two lines Clear tears.

On the east side of the Yangtze River, and on the west side of the Yangtze River, mandarin ducks are flying in the east and west on both sides of the Yangtze River. When can we meet again? 9. Sentences about the beautiful artistic conception of youth

People on the road are like jade, and women are unparalleled in the world.

Oh, I’m going to write a love letter to you. The scattered sunshine warms up little by little. In the morning, I take a pot of youthful wine and get drunk on the road to youth... Youth, there is nothing that cannot be settled with the cavalry. They are all good at the youthful age of eighteen, the beauty that stays forever. 3. When you laugh, the whole world laughs. When you cry, only you cry.

4. Everyone hopes to meet someone in their best years, but often it takes meeting someone to usher in the best years. 5. Live well, because we will die for a long time! ! ! 6. Loneliness and boredom are a manifestation of inner emptiness.

7. Saving is creating. Saving is a virtue. 8. Lao Tzu can help you solve problems that Confucius couldn’t solve.