Poetry with youthful memories

The poem about memories of youth is 1. A sentence that describes people's melancholy when they recall.

Memory is a photo, an old photo with yellowing and fading. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tears fall, nothing to say, nothing to say. Where there is life, there will be memories. You can't resist, and there's nowhere to run. You are a person in the world, and memory is your shadow. What is worth remembering will never be forgotten and touched. No matter how bitter it is. No matter how sad, whoever walked through his youth left a smile, who stayed in his flower season and warmed his thoughts, who disappeared from his rainy season and was full of tears. Memory is a sandalwood. They are lit at will and burned silently. It is dreamlike smoke that dances with the wind, and it is also a fading time. Time is full of poetry. If you indulge in memories, your youth will be pale and your heart will be sad. Without you and an umbrella, your heart will be wet. I once thought that the star that belonged to you would not fall, but when it did, I found that there was really no eternity in the world. The loneliness of youth is the ornament of life. Youth without loneliness is sad, but it is not without happiness. It's that we don't understand happiness. Sad swings are always accompanied by a breeze. There are always stars in the lonely night. Looking back suddenly, you were not with me. Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers. Memory is a pot of tea, a pot of dissolved tea cut with emotional water: rolling, ups and downs, then cooling, calm, like ups and downs. It is beautiful to get along with fate. We hurried along our respective roads, never stopping, and inadvertently met at a certain intersection, so we greeted each other gently, exchanged pleasantries lightly, and then waved goodbye. Memories are the disappointed tears of "tears ask flowers without words, flying over the swing with red"; Memories are sad and drunken songs of "Where did you wake up tonight, the wind and the waning moon in Yang Liuan". Memory is an old piece of music on an old phonograph, covered with dust and scars. E-baby, e-baby, e-baby, e-baby, e-baby. The sunset I saw and the ebb and flow I heard were all buried by time and turned into bubbles. The hourglass of time has precipitated the past that I can't escape, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows. Memory is a sudden dream that "the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which was once a stunning photo", and memory is a sudden heartbreak that "there is nothing in Qian Fan, and the pulse is long". Maybe we are all brave and determined, but. Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart.

2. What are the poems about "recalling youth"?

Poems about "recalling youth" include: Into the Wine, when Li Bai was absent in the Tang Dynasty, how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the sky, and ran down E79FA5E98193E58685A 5EB93133363396335, never to return to the sea.

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. "Huayin" Bao Junhui spent it on the branches of the Tang dynasty, spent it under people, and was poor and youthful.

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.

"Seeing Friends Off" Du Mu gained fame and fortune in the ten years of the Tang Dynasty, and everyone fought for his 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.

"Fu Ri Presents Jiao Xu's Second Life" Ouyang Xiu Xu Shengchun understands Yupu Song Dynasty, and Jiao Zi is cold. Guangqing welcomes children to reflect each other, and in summer, it can also reduce inflammation and steam.

Pinghu green waves soar into the sky, and high pavilions are shaded by ancient trees. Well, I'm not happy about it, even though I want to go to the body.

You don't have to eat well, and you don't have to sleep when you are idle. I don't want to fly high, but I'm worried about paying for mosquitoes and flies.

For three years, as Yoko Yong saw, the mountains were complacent. Clear spring and white stone are considerate, and wild birds are friends.

The rugged valley is poor, and the apes chase and soar. Wine is beautiful, the guest is conceited, and drinking is arrogant.

But only a few days after I left, my face is not old and my hair is still growing. Singing and dancing are all in vain. Let's drink some peace and harmony and get up.

Wipe your eyes and see things. When you see a castle, you will worry about it first. When the head is light, the eyes are clear and the feet are strong, the ambition of envy will wander.

Until now, with such a mind, I finally know what a career is. Young people should work hard in time, but the boss is disgusting.

"Xi Huayin" Bao Junhui spent it on the branches of the Tang Dynasty, spent it under people, and was poor and youthful. 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.

3. What are the classic poems about youth in memory?

Twelve poems about youth 1. "You Nan Ting" When Xie Lingyun was transported in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it turned into a clear night 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.

2. "Xi Huayin" Tang Baojun emblem is spent on branches and people, and 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. 3. "Autumn Lotus" Tang Bai Juyi is exposed to the cold, and it 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. 4. "Send a friend" Tang became famous for ten years, and everyone was struggling for 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.

5. "Send Li Qinggui to Huayangchuan" Tang Libai and Bo Yangxian Jiazi are like youth. Xia Yun died in the secret cave of the Sun and Moon.

Turn your mind and cultivate your nature, and hide for a few days naive. Not after a thousand years, back to the new city.

6. "Gift to Guo Sima" Tang Liduan's youth is the most romantic, and he will worship Hou after twenty merits. 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.

7. "Entering the Palace in March" Tang Lihe Qu Hongqiang, petite Ye Xuee makeup. The curtain can be locked for thousands of years.

8. The title of the play is presented to two little boys. Liu Tang Changqing lives in a foreign land, has children, and is full of joys and sorrows. 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.

10. "Encourage learning" hit a stone with fire, but he missed Yuan Wuyan. 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?

1 1. "Being a Man" shed lonely tears, and only recently did I feel sorry for my youth. Apricot blossoms and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at old photos.

65438+ The court faces the trees in the valley, and the eaves fall on the mountain and the springs rise.

Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated. Youth is like water, when will happiness return?

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4. Some sentences about youth

1. Many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in the days that we never forget.

I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily.

If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.

If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?

Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?

6. In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.

7. If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.

8. Things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession.

9. Lonely people will always remember everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of your loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.

10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like talking anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again.

1 1. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.

12. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future?

13. I once had a smile in my life, but it dissipated like a fog. That smile became a raging river deeply buried in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.

14. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world, are like a clean stream, swimming in the wind before my eyes, and the warmth is like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad.

15. The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament in my life. Looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.

16. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

17. hide in a certain time and miss the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.

18. Take my hand and close your eyes, so you won't get lost.

19. If one day we are not together, we should be together.

20. Some things haven't finished yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. You don't listen to me, but you don't want me to listen to you either.

2 1. I forgot which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Weixiao smiled and stared at my face sadly. We laughed and said that we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact we were already swept away silently by the torrent.

22. Some people will be engraved in memory forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.

23. Those who say they will never part have already been scattered all over the world.

24. Children who used to be associated with words have never been happy. Their happiness is like a playful child, wandering to the skylight, but still refusing to come back.

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

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

27. One day I will walk away from you quietly without any sound. I missed a lot, and I was always sad alone.

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

29. If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and bow our heads slowly, while listening to the story of never getting old.

I forgot which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Weixiao smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will the love carved behind the back of the chair bloom like flowers on the concrete floor in a windless forest?

5. Youth poems

A poem about youth "Youth without Complaints"/Xi Murong When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please treat him gently, then all the moments will be flawless beauty.

If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back. The quiet full moon, youth and Shen Qing on the mountain make me tired but don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard. Light wind and green dreams, light morning sleep, light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I will never come back. No one hinted at the dry taste of homesickness when I was young. I want to snuggle up to every golden sunset, and every drop of transparent dew washes away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring, like a beautiful fairy tale filled with 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 on your eyelashes. There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home. On that blue hillside, I will bury all my songs and wait for them to become human legends one day.

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. Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings, wandering winds, wandering dreams, wandering years.

Believe in the future/forefinger When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe that in the future, when my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, and when my flowers cling to the feelings of others, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: I believe that in the future, I will command the sky with my hands, and I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palms and sway the dawn. A warm and beautiful pen, written 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. Believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. Xi Murong's ending has been written, and all the tears have already started, but suddenly I forget how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book. Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal? No one told me the answer, only a meteor across the sky. Are there any memories that can be moved? No one told me the answer, only the rainbow of seven colors after the rain.

How can we say that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile. How can you say that the night without lights is no longer moving? Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?

We are youth, we are bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent eagles on the horizon, nothing can stop our yearning for beauty and nothing can affect our investment in youth. The most beautiful poems of youth should be read aloud by us. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. Youth is a small river, but it will dry up one day. Youth is a rainbow, but it will disappear one day. Youth is a blooming flower. But one day, youth is the fine sand in your hand, which has been unconsciously leaked. Youth is a meteor in the sky, but beauty is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness, and I should cherish it.

6. What are the poems or lyrics describing the memories of youth?

Poetry of youth

Youth is a song.

A song that never gives up.

Youth is a kind of

A never-ending river

Youth is a book.

Never get tired of reading.

Youth is a cup.

Endless tea

Youth is a building.

Standing on the top of the national forest

Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a building.

Knowledge pagoda

Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a thriving tree.

Stand the test of wind and rain

Youth is a flower.

A budding bud

Want to show the world your unique charm.

I use passionate

Heart of youth

Give yourself a gift of youth

That is a poem of youth.

Lyrics:

The flight of youth

Singing: ChristianRandPhillips, Cheng Fangyuan, Tang Biao and Dong Ling.

(Fei) There was a song sung softly.

When we were young.

(Cheng) There is a dream flowing quietly.

In our hearts

Maybe time will take everything away.

There is a season.

(Dong) But we will always remember it.

My days in the sun.

Flying youth (together)

There are tears and laughter.

You and I both believe it.

We have passed through youth.

The flight of youth

Decorate with bright colors

Let the footsteps of growth pass by you.

(Fei) There was a song sung softly.

When we were young.

(Cheng) There is a dream flowing quietly.

In our hearts

Maybe time will take everything away.

There is a season.

(Dong) But we will always remember it.

My days in the sun.

Flying youth (together)

There are tears and laughter.

You and I both believe it.

We have passed through youth.

The flight of youth

Decorate with bright colors

Let the footsteps of growth pass by you.

Flying youth (together)

There are tears and laughter.

You and I both believe it.

We have passed through youth.

The flight of youth

Decorate with bright colors

Let the footsteps of growth pass by you.

Flying youth (together)

There are tears and laughter.

You and I both believe it.

We have passed through youth.

The flight of youth

7. Recall the ancient poems and sentences of youth

1, 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.

2. 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.

3. Autumn Lotus

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.

4. "Send a friend"

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.

5. "Send Li Qinggui to Huayangchuan"

Tang Libai

Bo Yang Xian Jia looks very young.

Xia Yun died in the secret cave of the Sun and Moon.

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

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

6. Gift for Guo

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.

7. March Palace

Don

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

The curtain can be locked for thousands of years.

8. "The name of the script was given to two little 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.

10, "Encourage learning"

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?

1 1, "become a 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.

12, "Inscription of Lushi New Water Pavilion to Doctor Shang Zhou Nan"

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?