You wake up the morning dew every day and send away the sunset.
Frightened birds fly over your head.
The goose rests on your shoulder.
White Dragon from Coke Quenching Tower-Breaking through the Sky
Loose flames danced in the wind.
You sublimated the coal particles.
Use your spacious fireplace
You condense coal particles.
With your burning chest
Your passionate kisses and hugs
It turned into black and shiny black gold.
In Huang Chengcheng, it became crude benzene and sold all over the world.
It became a heavy fruit hanging from the treetops.
Twenty years ago, it was a barren land.
Kirk-hard-working, love you, thrive.
Coker-Diligence and sincere care for your continuous growth.
Kirk's shoulders stood up. How do you look today?
Twenty years ago we had nothing.
In your opinion, we never mature to mature.
In your opinion, we will never be ignorant.
Become wise, enterprising, strong and enterprising.
In your mind, we have never been unruly.
Become the backbone of technology and the pillar of enterprises.
Today, we are integrated into Guangjin.
The perfect capital chain has solved our worries.
The allocation of coal resources makes you no longer hungry.
Excellent team spirit makes us unite and work together.
Standardized management ensures our success.
Under the influence of Guangjin culture
Under the guidance of the values of "people-oriented, * * * habitat * * * glory"
Hold your head high and stride forward.
Take off Qujing and sing Yunnan.
Let's join the family of Guangjin.
Loyalty, dedication, hard work and enterprising.
Honor and shame and * * *
* * * Create a century-old golden glory
Write an article of less than 3,000 words with the theme of "I * * forge ahead with the enterprise, love my job and devote myself to youth", except poetry! If you buy 3,000 words in 5 minutes, you might as well go to Baidu Library to read it faster.
Poetry with the theme of "Youth, Dedication and Dreams" commemorates April. ) At the age of twenty, I climbed out of the swamp of youth like a bruised lyre, and you came in with the theme of wandering-
(Female) I walk towards you.
Eyes as bright as campanula.
(Female) You said you liked my eyes.
(Male) Wipe my loneliness.
(Female) Lonely Why are you always lonely?
Really?
(Female) Really?
(Male) First time
(Female) First time?
(Male) Holding the warm sun.
(female) warmth
(Male) Gently
(Female) Gently
(Man) touched me.
Did (female) touch you?
So it won't freeze again in the past.
(female) wish to freeze
(Male) I picked up my song.
(Woman) Pick up your song.
(Male) Holding a string of disappointed notes.
(Female) Holding a string of disappointed notes.
Walking into a spring evening.
(Female) A dusk, a dusk without wrinkles.
(Male) There are also stations that no longer stand at dusk.
(Female) Never stand up again, never stand up again.
There are no stars and the moon on that night in April.
There are no stars and no moon. That night was normal.
I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story.
(Female) No one can forget how muddy the swamp is and how sad the story is.
(Male) At this time, you are wet in my retina.
(female) I turned over a book of poems in my lap. It's Whitman's poems.
I think you are a pure white bird.
(female) I want to know what you are thinking.
(male) I know that the beautiful cage has imprisoned you and nurtured your continuous loneliness and beautiful silence.
(Female) Yes, it imprisoned me and raised me.
(M) I know you didn't expect to fly for the first time. It happened to rain in the morning.
Woman: Yes, it rained on the first flight.
(Male) I know that the rain has wet the heavy wings of feathers, and it also makes your heart ache.
Woman: Yes, the rain broke my heart.
(Male) Didn't find it?
Are you looking at me?
(Male) My hot and humid pulse is rising with unspeakable impulse.
(female) I really want to lift my eyes and look at you.
(Male) But you didn't look up.
(Female) I didn't look up. I am still looking through Whitman's poems.
Man: Yes, I know I'm not a rock or a dam.
(Female) Not a rock, not a dam.
(Male) is not a solid tree to rely on.
(Female) is not a solid tree either.
(Male) But as you wish.
You said if I wanted to
I will. I will support you bravely with my broad shoulders and a loyal heart cultivated on the plateau.
Never wronged the sky.
You said if I wanted to
Yes, if you like.
There are no fewer than fifteen poems about youth, and youth has no complaints.
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
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.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
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,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
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.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
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,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
youth
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 smile is extremely 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.
Poetry of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
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 it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
......& gt& gt
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Urgently ask for a poem reading about "Love your post and be dedicated to your youth"! Help! Believe in the future author: forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
Poetry of youth
Shen Qing
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.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
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,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
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.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
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,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Songs-I believe
Want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun
The world is waiting for me to change.
I want to dream, and I'm never afraid of being seen.
I can do it here.
Laugh loudly, let you and I shoulder to shoulder.
Where can't you be happy?
Put aside your troubles and move forward bravely.
I stood in the center of the stage.
I believe I am who I am, and I believe in tomorrow.
I believe that youth has no horizon.
On the beach at sunset, on the busy street.
It is the most beautiful paradise in my heart.
I believe in freedom and I believe in hope.
I believe that reaching out can touch the sky.
Having you by my side makes life fresher.
Every moment is wonderful.
I believe!
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Want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun
The world is waiting for me to change.
Put aside your troubles and move forward bravely.
I stood in the center of the stage.
I believe I am who I am, and I believe in tomorrow.
I believe that youth has no horizon.
On the beach at sunset, on the busy street.
It is the most beautiful paradise in my heart.
I believe in freedom and I believe in hope.
I believe that reaching out can touch the sky.
Having you by my side makes life fresher.
Every moment is wonderful.
I believe!
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(I believe ~ I am who I am ~)
I believe in freedom ~)
(I believe ~ I believe ~ I believe ~)
(I do believe ~)
I believe I am who I am, and I believe in tomorrow.
I believe that youth has no horizon.
Seaside in sunset, big in prosperity >>
Youth Inspirational Poetry Reading Draft Youth Inspirational Poetry Reading Draft "Polishing Youth"
Attached to the original poem:
The mountain peak polished the night with its majestic back.
The dirt road in my hometown is full of songs from my childhood.
One old man after another.
A figure plowed with rough fingers
The mellow and lazy Chinese characters in my pen
I use the singing posture.
Stand up straight
Stand in a cold-resistant shape in the loneliness of hometown
Standing on my father's tall and thin spine.
No one can insult my Chinese characters.
Because my Chinese characters are full of lines that my mother scratched.
There is a mother at the entrance of the village, with a curved body like a river.
Some children never lie in their childhood.
Some brothers work in other places and reap love with virtue.
There are beautiful mountain girls who stay at home like Mulan.
I deal with China people with young shoulders.
Non-standard Mandarin is in the city center.
Carrying dreams in reinforced concrete
Fast food and steamed bread make me grow.
Grievance and humiliation are never at ease.
The scarred body smelled good when it fell.
I always believe that there will be a place for me to rest tomorrow.
There will be a new sun.
Krew Z Nosa
Polish your dreams
Young footsteps
like splitting a bamboo
friend
Do not hesitate.
Fly bravely with me
Poetry about Youth 10 Score "Youth without Complaints"
At a young age
If you love someone,
please
Please be sure to treat him gently
therefore
all
Every moment will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
Okay, okay, bye.
And be grateful.
Thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
A quiet full moon on the mountain
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.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
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,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
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.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
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,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
youth
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 smile is extremely 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.
Poetry of youth
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
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 it will fall ... >>
Young people dedicate poems to the motherland.
In the prime of life,
In the prime of life
We are young,
Chasing dreams and flying in the morning glow.
Hope is sown in spring and ideal is harvested in autumn.
Double hand-painted beautiful rainbow bridge,
Only two steps away from the bright road to success.
We dedicate our youth to the motherland,
The motherland embraced us tightly.
We grow flowers all over the country,
The motherland is as beautiful as flowers.
The company's annual meeting is full of youth and positive energy, and the story of looking forward to the future poem mainly tells: a poor family, the father died, and the mother dragged her son with hardships. My son was admitted to a key middle school, and he had to pay 30 kilograms of rice every month, but his mother suffered from rheumatism and could not get out of bed to go to work. The sensible son knows that his family is poor and his life is difficult, although he is eager to go to school. But decided to drop out of school. The poor and sick mother cruelly slapped her son to "go to school". Later, the mother wouldn't let her son beg for rice. The matter was finally known by the headmaster, who, without saying anything, reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with high marks. On the day of seeing off the graduates, the headmaster told him about it, and then invited his son's mother to take the stage, and his son pounced.
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