What were the poems that described youth?
There are many poems of youth. The following are some classic examples: Youth is the spring of life, the blooming and radiance of life. The young man's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. I love to rise to the upper floor, and I write new poems to express my sorrow. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor dimmed the curtain. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor darkened the tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. The youth's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young girl's face has been like a painting since her youth. Seven teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Eight teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Nine teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always merciless, I want to buy osmanthus flowers with wine, not like a young tour.
