A beautiful copy describing youth
You and I are both in the prime of life, and we die in our twilight years.
A small note is always a unique romance of youth.
while our minds are hot, we should be desperate.
—— Baudelaire's Flowers of Evil
You and I are both in the prime of life, and we die in our twilight years.
—— ullman's Youth
Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it.
-Tang Yin's A Prune of Plums
In order to gain, we give our youth. To prove it, we accept aging.
-Yu Xiuhua's On My Decadent Body
It was our time of love, which was boiling, hot, broken and had no ending.
The flying teenager is the most touching, and it seems that time has passed when running.
The sun is shining in every corner, illuminating the youth of teenagers.
Our life should be like a night in July, with dreams on our backs, and we should finish its round dance.
-hermann hesse's Children in July
Time has given me youth and death. Although I am in chains, I still sing like the sea.
—— Qiu Lan Tovons's "The Mountain of the Goat's Teeth"
Youth is a jungle, a wasteland, a running with hot sunshine and a standing with heavy rain.
-Zhang Jiajia
When we were young, we galloped freely like a wild storm, and angels didn't get close to us wherever we went.
-Robert Maccammon's
A teenager's heart is a wilderness on a midsummer night, which can't be cut and burned. When the long wind blows, weeds connect the sky.
-Mu Suli's "So-and-so"
What is romantic is not songs, but the time when we listen to songs together. However, life is like years, and years are like songs.
Youth is like early spring, like the morning sun, like the budding of flowers, like the emergence of a sharp sword, and the most precious period of life.
-Chen Duxiu
Youth is mysterious and fiery. Everything we dreamed of and admired in that year will be treasured all our lives.
-Jane Jane's "Smoke Wave Blue"
A heart will be hurt by pursuing a dream. When you really want something, the whole universe will come to help.
—— The Fantasy Journey of a Shepherd Boy by Paul Goello
After the fog cleared, the sky was bright, and I saw the distant lighthouse running in the long time, fading away, and I finally became the protagonist in my story.
The teacher is tirelessly lecturing on the stage. You stare blankly at the late earthquake outside the window and take a nap in class, which makes you feel that three years of youth is only a moment.
the story always starts like this, which coincides with the meeting and is unpredictable. The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is far apart. Friends come from afar and go far away.
Running in the fiery youth, the wind didn't blow us away, and people came and went around.
We spend three years in junior high school looking forward to three years in senior high school, four years in senior high school, and six years in college, and finally we spend our whole lives paying homage to our youth.
Fortunately, we are still us, and young friends will be collectors of each other's youth.
In the classroom in summer evening, my arm is always glued to the paper, and the afterglow is printed on the blackboard through the glass, sitting by the window staring blankly at the football field, and getting some air in the name of taking out the garbage. This is probably what youth looks like.
Those hourglasses have become a piece of Wang Yang. The city has gradually dried up, and youth has fled through my fingers. I never thought that the time I didn't cherish at that time was a lost sandbar that I couldn't piece together in the future.
With this full sense of youth, who can't help thinking of his radiant youth?