Youth is a poem without regrets. There is a poem that is the most touching, and that is youth; There is a time when life is the most beautiful, and that is youth; There is the most beautiful scenery, and that is youth. Please don't say that your youth is exhausted. Maybe your fantasy has been ruthlessly destroyed by reality. Maybe your pursuit is fruitless, but you have to believe that there is no colorful spring without the baptism of cold wind. Without hard work, how can there be fruitful results? Youth is a poem without regrets.
Youth can also be purple. It is a mature color, just like wisteria, never give up. In youth, we no longer hide in the arms of our parents, listen to the coaxing of adoptive parents, and no longer let tears become our own patents. We began to learn to be independent and strong step by step.
Youth is a touch of rosy clouds on the horizon, fleeting but beautiful; Youth is a shining ripple on the lake. It goes with the flow, but it shines brightly. Youth is a cluster of wintersweet blooming on the high branches. Smashed by rain, snow and frost, still fragrant.