Youth. Senior One (2) Class Zhou Ziao.
Youth is a painting, green mountains and green waters, and appreciating the haze.
Why the autumn wind is sad to fan, dialogue with the mountain, and play with the water, it is a beautiful youth.
May you take your dreams as horses, step on rainbows, and travel all over the world.
Wash away the frost on the ground with warmth, and face the cold moonlight with a smile.
No need to be confused, no need to hesitate, just chase what you want.
If there is a grain of dust, it will be a sprout of weed;
If you are talented and beautiful, you will be dressed in white.
Do not sigh the vicissitudes of the world, do not feel the prosperity of the world.
Passion.
Let youth fly;
Take youth as a pen.
Write about the smoothness of life!
Youth. Senior One (2) Bantian Xi Yang.
Youth, you are unpredictable, you are a colorful Rubik's cube of contradictions.
Youth, youth!
You are like the morning haze hanging on your body, making people confused, panicked, and lost the direction of life.
You are clothed in a sentimental skin, looking helplessly around.
But youth!The rising sun that is about to erupt!
Melt the ice, destroy the cage, you're so scrappy.
It's fascinating.
Do you want the land of China to bloom with bright flowers?
Do you want the fragrance of the motherland's sky?
The times are surging.
It is your thriving infinite hope.
AhhA condensed giant hand.
Lift the Chinese giant ship to fly away.
Dear, smart.
Don't be anxious, don't be sad.
Youth, youth!
You're a**!Looking forward to, responding, countless ancestors find out the truth about you!
No more sinking, no more melancholy.
Youth has its own look that you like.
Sun. Senior One (8) Class Tan Xi.
The clouds rolled and thundered, and the riverbank was sparkling with grass and trees.
What is the rising sun, and the young tiger roars and the young eagle flies.
To the youth of the day.
Senior One (6) Class Su Zihan.
You, perhaps, in the dark.
The bright moon swallows the ink, the wind hides outside, the bubbling water, the cold forest, will you be a nightingale?
Don't be afraid, don't worry.
Artemis of the moon will hold the lamp for you.
You just have to be in this wide lair.
Flying over, you will sigh, this is freedom.
You, perhaps, in the daytime.
The bright light wants to assassinate all darkness, the burning rose wants to burn the Northern Lights, the sea clouds on the horizon, the distant boulders, will you be an immortal bird?
Towards the horizon, towards the hills, the Apollo of the sun will crown you, leap into the breeze, and dive into the dust.
The vigorous you jumped close to the newborn me, like Qingping's thirteen dreams.
From time to time weave indulgence.
You will say, this is surging.
You in spring and summer, me in autumn and winter.
It is the four seasons, it is the vitality, you who are in the voice, I am growing up, it is the memory, it is the dependence, we are on the tower, on the bell tower, watching, looking.
Yesterday's light and today's light are all at this moment, and you are also sweet to sleep.
Senior One (6) Class Zhang Jingbo.
Can you remember the last time you walked through the jungle?
The last time I was in place
The last time ecstatic.
You must remember that beside the damp stone wall, a flat moss, that was the place where it used to be difficult to sleep.
In the sea of green that covers the sky, on the rushing stream, a narrow single-plank bridge, this is a cry that will never be forgotten.
Ah, the jungle!
This frightening despair of the crazy jungle.
Why are you the rising orange and yellow light after the cold of the bones?
Ah, the jungle!
This is a jungle of life, suffering and joy.
It turned out that in the ignorant admiration of the chicks, it was the wide warm wings.
Now you will be grateful, grateful for the biting water.
You'll look back at the dense green jungle and look back at your sturdy footprints on the rocks.
But all that's left is a haze in front of your eyes.
That's when you understand:
The jungle is the youth that has come to an end;
Hazy is ecstatic silence.
The moon is full of clear and cold, wearing the stars and the moon, I dare not relax, and I am reluctant to say goodbye to the night.
A glimpse of the results that cannot be forgotten;
A summary of the results that fell to the bottom, and I couldn't sleep all night.
And they all said, Thou shalt not be surpassed, and I do not believe in evil, but I will break free from the shackles.
Eyes are shining. Light and shadow intertwine and overlap, in moments and moments.
Every second counts.
He unexpectedly broke out of the cocoon into a butterfly, and I untied the knot in my heart, and no one knew.
A little leap in my heart.
When I flew like a bird to my mountain, I had long since transformed, faded from timidity, and left my youth in vain.
Infinitely warm. 
Senior one (6) class Song Liu Qing.
Youth is a spring breeze that blows through the heart and falls on the ears.
In the spring light and shadow, there is a group of teenagers who are full of spirit, running on the ridges.
Youth is a burst of summer rain, cicadas on the trees, fish by the pool, causing one after another laughter.
In the scorching summer sun, it is a group of teenagers who are sunny and cheerful, talking and laughing in the noisy shade of the trees.
Youth is a touch of autumn frost, falling leaves, withered yellow branches, and the mournful sound of blowing sheng and drumming.
In the depression of autumn, a group of teenagers are seizing the day to study in a spacious classroom.
Youth is a piece of winter snow, cold snow, hard ice, condensed into a piercing bone marrow wind and snow.
In the roar of the east wind, it is a group of teenagers who are not afraid of hardships and work hard in the sea of book titles.
Qingwen Chunhua.
Senior 1 (6) class Shi Junfei.
I would like to be on the top of the mountain, sing a song of youth;
I would like to be on the top of the peaks, chanting a spring bloom.
I want to run under the red sun, my clothes are flying, outlining the beautiful elegance, the sun is shining, and the smoke and clouds are picturesque;
I want to sit in the shade of the sycamore for a long time, the breeze gently murmurs out the forest leaves, the green wattles stretch, and the ink is like a flower.
The years of green fluoree, the spring scene.
The young man in fresh clothes and angry horses lived up to his oath;
Ascend to the distant post station, do not fall into the proud shore of the clouds.
Looking at the four seas, the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the road ahead is long and bright.
And the new fire will try the new tea, and the poetry and wine will take advantage of the years. ”
A young man in his youth.
Pure and bright, we in the future must be warm and shining!
Senior One (6) Class Deng Yujie.
The music of youth has long been sung in my ears.
Along with the beat of the drums, it is the sound of my heartbeat, and the melody is accompanied by an infinite vision of the future.
The generosity of time is for the treasure of youth.
The flowing water also stopped for this, and the fallen leaves were also dumped here, not why, but because of the mystery of youth, it led to infinite reverie;
Just because youth has not been vicissitudes, fearless and delusional, it is difficult to hide the passion.
Youth is always enthusiastic and open, and it is always bold.
Like the hustle and bustle of the cicadas in summer, it shows the power of life;
Like the scorching sun hanging on the edge of the sky, it illuminates the world;
It is like the moonlight shining at midnight.
Full of throbbing and rippling.
Youth is always full of sunshine and hope, let us put our regrets lightly, write our gorgeous chapter, and live up to the appearance of youth.
Youth. Senior One (6) Class Xiao Chengyu.
What is youth?
It is a multicolored river.
It's a seven-colored road.
It is a shining bridge, youth, and the spring breeze of February.
It's a gurgling stream.
It is the morning of life.
Youthful, as colorful as a palette.
Sweet as candy.
Cracked like a rainbow.
Full of power like the sea.
Youth, everything with the sea.
Youth is the beginning of a dream.
Stand on the top of the mountain and look at the vast land.
Walk through the trees and explore the birds and flowers.
Youth, like early spring, like the rising sun.
Like the sprout of a hundred flowers.
The new hair of the Gali blade is in the most precious time of life.
In youth, live up to the time, face difficulties!
To youth. Senior 1 (6) class Yang Jinjie.
The sun climbed to the top of the mountain, burning and spreading the blazing morning light.
The crisp whistle streaks through the silence and awakens the soul.
What is youth?Listen-
Footsteps sound on the runway, slogans pierce the lines of the queue, and melodies echo in the ears.
Listen again - it's the lake swirling clear waves.
It's the sound of the spring;
It is the cheers of the cicadas, the singing of the birds, and the strength of our high spirits.
Look—the flood of knowledge is rolling in.
Take the pages of the book as the boat, and the pen as the oar.
Ride the wind and waves with your dreams.
Look again – the old trees outside the classroom are getting greener.
The fluttering vines flourished freely, and the wind shook the leaves.
It's like a small bell with yellow in green.
The years will be played, and the sound will be smooth.
The backs of youth are in twos and threes, or talking and laughing, or looking up.
The setting sun burned the sky, and the clouds seemed to be unbearable.
Block the moon. Sprinkle the blush into delusion.
What do you think about the back of the looking up?
Is it empty?Still confused?
No, neither, it is the ideal light that illuminates the future, with courage and tenacity, through the confusion, extinguishing the fantasy, and reaping hope.
Wait, the next day dawns.
Solace, an undying hope.
Because people must have the most beautiful dreams in life. ”
Shi Tiesheng. I asked.
Senior one (6) class Ding Xiaoyue.
I tried to ask, to ask why you were in a hurry, and you smiled and didn't say anything, still in a hurry.
You don't rush through every second of my life.
You go around my fingers, and you wrap yourself around the far reaches of the sky.
You say run!The wind will tell me the answer.
I tried to ask, to ask why you were stingy, you were dyed crimson, and you didn't answer.
You are stingy and wandering in the yesterday that I can't go back, it is a sad face that has no temperature in exchange, you say it's weird!Understand my grievances.
I tried to ask, to ask why you were silent, thoughtful, and looked at me firmly.
You silently accompany me through the cycle of confusion.
I approach your subtle warmth carefully.
The scenery is beautiful, and I cherish each other, you say chase it!Transfiguration of wings.
The afterglow of summer falls into the mountains and rivers, and crosses thousands of rivers and mountains.
Raise the banner of dreams in the ruins.
Looking back at the bloody sky, it is the season that I have scribbled for you with my entire youth.
To youth.
Senior One (6) Class Zhu Manni.
I was so arrogant when I was younger.
With my uninhibitedness.
Stating the flowering season.
When I was younger, I was so carefree.
With my ignorance.
Squandering my good time.
I was so disdainful when I was younger.
To my elders.
Show off how much more young I have.
I was so disobedient when I was young.
Dare to the world.
The clamoring for the shooting. The feather of time swept the river of time.
In a trance, the flowering season has passed.
Looking back at the tasteless youth.
You can only paint sorrow in the corners of your eyes.
I am unwilling to become a paintbrush.
Write about your youth.
It's just that this ink color talks.
I can't write about the future.
I can't draw ** uninhibited.
I had to go to the mountains and rivers all my life.
Go after your dreams.
I think. This budding rose.
The sun will eventually bloom.
A song of despair and hope
Senior 1 (6) class Zhong Zixi.
I've been longing for the Son alone.
Indulgent years full of dreams.
I silently brushed the autumn leaves and summer flowers, and I wanted to be a crystal droplet, flowing through time in a hurry.
Ah, youth, my youth, do you know that my years are long?
I finally came to the other side of the dream, but why did I see it?
There is only a desolation of the wilderness
The poignancy of the falling snow, the real eyes.
The jade is broken and the tile is golden, the dream is only yellow beam, and I am still a prison bird trapped in a cage.
The thorny roses entangle me, and they want me to fly to the endless ocean of my heart!
Ah, youth, my youth, why are you lying to me?
I still can't get out of the yearning for beauty, but why is the red ink like blood splashed on my black and white paper?
Insignificant, but with pretentious delusions.
But in vain to laugh at the department.
Shaohua is in vain, and it is cool in autumn several times.
I'm laughing, laughing.
Why are the tears flowing again?
Sophisticated human feelings, death and separation.
I don't understand, I don't understand, why is the world so hot?
My buds are blooming in this ice age.
How can you find the true meaning of life if you have never lived!
Ah, youth, my youth, you might as well bury me!
I'm going to stand on the top of despair and cry out the hesitation of my heart!
Even if it is only the weeds, it will shake for me.
But I'm not going to give in, I'm going to keep looking.
Even if the sun burns me, maybe the mountains and the moon will envelop me.
I will never surrender either.
Ah, youth, my youth, I see how you knock me down!
My soul will become the wind, become the wind of freedom and wantonness, I will break through all the sufferings of the world, through the gaps of mountains and seas and clouds, and finally find the meaning of life.
Ah, youth, my youth, hide as you want.
I will still give you the light of dawn sooner or later!
I will never run for anyone again, and the stars of my years should be quietly appreciated.
The Seven Days of Life's Poem.
Tea spinning like fireworks, the world wants me to sing beautifully, the sparkling sea is the only glass in the nine days, and there are towering peach trees growing here.
That's the hometown of the bird's dream.
Ah, youth, my unending rushing youth, you exist in every moment, I will always choose to give you a fresh heart!
Whether it is co-frequency. Senior 1 (4) class Lu Jian'ao.
The afterglow of the setting sun also reflected their faces, and at the same time deeply struck their heartstrings, I remember that I once happened to walk by the window, and saw their firm eyebrows, and knew that a kind of faith had settled in their hearts.
They will think about the past.
But we also look forward to the future.
Whether you want to leave regrets, forget the pen and put pen to paper, or sigh long and short sighs to each other, as if you have never walked out.
Back and forth, instead of forcibly seeking perfection, it is better to calmly disperse, to quit the irrational courage alone outside the hustle and bustle, under the pine and cypress trees in the afternoon.
Branches and buds fluttering in the wind.
Falling leaves bid farewell to midsummer.
The temperature also plummeted, and the once shot flashed.
I've been overwhelmed.
It is a pity, as if it is not a pity, they will wait for the haze and fog to dissipate, and finally be accompanied by the breeze and white clouds.
What is youth?
Senior 1 (4) Class Liu Qihui.
What is youth?
With confusion, I read page after page.
What is youth?
Maybe it's a yellowed diary, recorded.
Helplessness when they meet;
Maybe it's the dusty graduation photos that were left behind.
Caught off guard at the time of parting.
What is youth?
Maybe it's the sweat shed by military training, maybe it's the upright military posture under the scorching sun, maybe it's the sound of reading in the morning sun every day, maybe it's the tired figure of stepping on the moon every day, what is youth?
It's a short time.
fleeting;It is also an eternal memory.
Unparalleled. It is a lush forest.
The green that can't be surrounded is also the flowers that can't be embraced, and the spring that can't be clustered.
What is youth?
Why has the years bound it so poorly?
With tears in my eyes, I read page after page, but I also had to admit it.
Youth does seem to be a book.
Very hasty book.
Youth, I should go to ** to find you.
Senior 1 (4) class Chen Aixue.
Youth, I should go to ** to find you.
It's a loud alley where you shout and sell candy.
It's still a pond for fishing.
Arouse the children's hearts to bloom, scatter the water droplets like broken diamonds all over the sky, youth, I should go to ** to find you.
It was the young man who was weighed down by the book on his shoulders.
Still buried in the shoulders of the book and unable to lift his head.
Walk alone and bathe in the moonlight.
Concentrate on hard study and live up to the ten-year cold window.
Youth, I should go to ** to find you.
It is a new cultural lecture hall that shines with humanistic brilliance.
It's still a field full of blood.
Let the chaotic land of China glow with the light of thought, and let the snow glow red.
Youth, I should go to ** to find you.
It is the great dream of Shenzhou Feitian Jiaolong Qianhai.
It is also the lofty aspiration of the people to live and work in peace and contentment and the complete reunification of the motherland.
Give wings to fantasy.
Burn a pure heart.
Youth, I should go to ** to find you.
It is the shining red star micro chapter in front of Tiananmen Square.
It is also the course of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
Shine brightly and reflect the common ideal.
The majestic ship carries the hope of our ancestors.
Crush the terrifying waves.
I turned back from the edge of the pool.
Chase to the sea of books and grab your hand.
You take a sonorous and powerful step.
Take me around the back of peace and stability.
You sent me into space to look down on the magnificent blue planet.
You pull me to the bottom to see the Mariana Trench.
You say that Taiwan and the mainland are flesh and blood.
Let me spare no effort to guard her.
We stop at the end of history.
See the breathtaking dawn of the Great Revival.
Beckoning to us.
You say the fruits of victory in the new era.
It's up to us to generate our own income.
Youth. I should go to ** to find you!
The dawn of bloom
Senior One (4) Class Liu Zhenxuan.
Look, watch.
A yellow clump blooms in the scorched earth of suffering.
Black smoke swept through. The dust is yellow.
Gray and white Qiongyang. Dark brown but shining.
Yes. She's blooming, she's blooming!
Listen, listen.
A lament wandered on the edge of the gray ice.
The rain is coming. Sadness in the torrent.
The cold air is rippling.
Remembered in silence.
However, she chose to sing, she chose to sing!
Sniff, sniff.
A wisp of incense collided unintentionally against the wind.
The sky is full of black magpies. Floral in the noise.
Fragrant and lush. There is hidden hope.
Maybe. She is just stubborn, just stubborn, and the gray world can't see the sun clearly.
The withered silence does not allow for abnormality.
But who knew that he was a light.
Cut off, burning her spine under the layer.
Through, despair rose to the skies on her face.
Take away, she snuggles in the cold wind in the dark sky.
But the cold wind can't take away the dawn.
Rise with the wind. Flying thousands of miles
It's seeds. It is also hope.
A sea of flowers blooms. Hold up the rising sun.
Blossom heavenly fragrance. Frost-free.
Breaking ground, she blossomed ideally.
Make peach blossoms bloom all over the hills.
As a Tinglan with mandarin ducks.
It is open in winter.
Abandon hesitation. Stay away from grief.
No more melancholy. After all.
Where to look. All in the distance.
Youth. Senior 1 (4) class Qiu Ziang.
Youth. Such a splendid youth!
Boy!Free up your brain to think.
Have you ever been desolate?
Youth. Who's wearing the garment - to give you a dazzling color?
Who added the wings - give you life.
Why do you need to spread your wings even more?
Then he flew for nine days.
Mistakes and re-realizations. Confused!Low self-esteem!
Youth. Not confused!Not humble!
If you want to add a dazzling outfit——
It is necessary to break the dawn of the eyes.
Youth. It's short, and then it's flying.
Let's fly!Let's fly!
Fly up the mountains.
Fly through the dense forest.
Find the way to dress in freedom.
Mend the ugliness of your clothes in the flight.
Youth. With freedom as the wings.
Take knowledge as your garment.
Sing a symphony of freedom and knowledge.
Break through the confusion and inferiority complex of Longyun.
Youth. Let's fly!How can you not fly?
Please bring your tears to your eyes.
Sprinkled into the air without stopping.
Let the sunlight shine through.
Think about it. Senior One (4) Class Xu Xintong.
I had no intention of setting this world aside.
It's just because of the youthful thoughts in my heart.
Rushing like a wave.
I want to go to the capital.
Look at the red flag in front of Tian'an Square.
Fluttering on the land of China.
I want to go to Chengdu.
Look at the steaming heat in that hot pot.
It tells the fireworks of thousands of households.
I want to go to Guangzhou.
The wind of the Pearl River is accompanied by the breath of hometown.
There is a sea in my hometown, but it lives up to the past.
And what I cherish and love.
Poetry and distance. Poetry is the world I love.
There is my youth in the distance.
There is also my favorite alma mater nearby.
That plum blossom.
It also carries my youth.
So. May the past turn into a passing year.
Drift away in the wind. May the future be a whistle.
Indomitable. Belong. Senior 1 (4) class Li Yixin.
AhhYouth. Does the sound of reading in this classroom belong to you?
Tear apart the starry night sky.
Let the morning sun break through the clouds and jump down.
Awaken the sleeping earth.
Do the running figures and sweat in this playground belong to you?
Measure perseverance with the soles of your feet, and infuse faith with sweat.
Everywhere you go, it's growth.
Is the lamp at the table in this dark night yours?
AhhThis bright elf!
Move freely from page to page.
Cheer! Dance!
Light up the ocean of knowledge.
Does this confusion about the future belong to you?
Is the regret in your heart yours too?
Like a blazing fire, like a sharp knife.
The value of youth
Senior 1 (7) Class Guo Lina.
Sunshine ah. Why do you always sprinkle all over the world?
for it is your ardent heart.
I miss the earth.
Little grass. Why do you always shake your head gracefully?
For it was the gentle wind.
Attracted. Little stream. Why do you always have to flow into the sea?
For it was the mother at the end.
Looking forward to your return.
Youth. Why do you always go so fast?
It is your hope.
Pointing to the future.
Linjiang Immortal presented to the students.
Senior 1 (7) class Anonymous.
The rays of youth shine in the universe and shine through the dust.
Reading the twilight at night, although the starlight is bright and extinguished, we cherish the time.
The belt gradually widened and there was no regret in the end, and Dapeng spread its wings and flew.
Don't forget your family and state affairs for life, and Chang'an flowers are more colorful.
To the red candle. —After reading "The Red Candle".
Mr. Wang Feng. You are the poet's heart.
It's just that life is slow for you.
You want to warm up others.
Along the way, there were wind and rain and broken wings.
Cold. There should have been gentleness.
Take care of your face.
Night Dark. It should have been a strange sound of cough cough.
Soothe your heart.
Can. You are burning unsteadily for you.
Tears in a hurry. That little bit of dripping.
Just about. It's you.
Just the right tears.
Youth. Senior 1 (11) Class Zhao**.
Time is like dust.
Wave. and it was gone.
Margaret on the side of the road left me confused.
Flowing water goes north. Leave behind endless thoughts.
The smell of earth is combined with the air.
Lead me forward.
Look for answers to your thoughts.
The moon is shining. The stars are shining.
In the bushes, in the trees.
A serenade played by the insects.
Calm my mind. Mu Ran looked back.
There is no beginning in sight on the road traveled.
I've tried to look back.
Look down at the base of the mountain from the towering peak.
The jungle is dense. The clouds are shrouded.
Leave on the rugged cliffs.
Knife notching. The years have worn away the traces I have left in the mountains.
But it didn't destroy my quest for a confused future.
Now I look at the rising sun.
Step by step. Mottled shadows of trees.
Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves.
On dirt roads.
Leave a spot of light. I went along.
Go with it. A boy in the storm.
Senior One (11) Class Cui Chunfeng.
The wind blew gently, brushing the young man's youthful face;
The rain fell slowly, patting the young man's immature shoulder.
O boy in the rain
Are you still as ignorant as you once was?
Boy in the rain, do you know what challenges you will face today?
The wind wants to blow stronger.
The rain is falling harder and harder;
The merciless wind ravages you
The ferocious rain weighs down on you.
Knowing that the road ahead is uncertain, you still greet you with a smile.
Why are you so determined?
Because you know that after the rain is the sky is clear.
Designed by Senior 1 (6) students.
Finishing: Zou Yanhong (Xi student) Editor: Wang Feng.