The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. -inscription
Time flies, we have squandered more than half of our youth. Leaning lightly at the intersection of time, looking back at the prosperity of the past, those warm days, smeared a faint scent on memories. Years are like smoke, and years are like water. I bowed my head and tuned my tune, still remembering the warmth of my childhood.
those years
Everything, because at that time, the beginning of youth, at that time, young and frivolous.
In those years, the seeds of dreams began to sprout. There were countless dreams at that time. Although in the end, it can only be the ending of "leaving is like a flower on a stranger, and then the flower is gone", it is still our immature and beautiful memory.
In those years, time was not stingy. We turned the time around, stayed on the basketball court, sprinkled it on the asphalt road riding a bicycle with the wind, and scribbled on the blackboard that Zhang Yongyuan couldn't clean. (
In those years, publicity precipitated in the years. We like to pile books like hills in class, with the teacher's conversation dancing in front and our own paradise behind. We will happily call others by their nicknames and skip a few classes that didn't seem important at that time. We also worked hard to get into our favorite high school, paid sweat and tears, and survived the days without complaining. ...
In those years, we met love at the age when we didn't understand love. When we were 15 years old, we met the same 15 years old, but she looked like a goddess. Ke Jingteng of 15 and Shen Jiayi of 15 met by fate. Although the ending was blown to pieces by the wind, we learned to feel, understand and grow. As Kevin·Z said in "To Youth We Will Die", "Youth is for commemoration." Some people are also used to keeping them in their hearts. We used to shine for love, time can't be stolen, and time can't be washed away.
In those years, youth was like a poem, more like a painting.
If those years of youth can drink, memories are hangovers.
This is youth.
Time goes by like water, and we are growing.
The lost youth can't be staged again. Only by knowing how to cherish can the once bright and sad flowers be carved into graceful florets or precipitated into crystal pearls, otherwise it will go with the water like safflower. Cherish what you should cherish and have what you can have. In the distant time, every story will grow old, but I hope we will always be good in the story. Every story will be interpreted in a slight smile on the corners of the mouth, and it is still the charm left by the years that touches people's hearts. Those years and those loves will be remembered by time.
What is youth? I have heard people say that if you don't do something vigorous now, you can't talk about youth. But do you have to be like this when you are young? When we taste youth like a cup of famous tea, we will find that the more stable youth will eventually become more brilliant. Like coal, it has been buried deep underground for thousands of years. Once excavated, it will use all the resources it has accumulated for thousands of years to illuminate the world and warm people's hearts. We need to understand that youth is not an affair or an affair, but a stage of life and a process of gradual maturity.
Only after experiencing the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow can we glow with the brilliance of life. Just like diamonds, carefully cut things are always more beautiful than the original diamonds.
Grow up in the sun, change in the wind and rain, and find your own way in hesitation; Write poems with dreams, write lyrics with years, and paint the most gorgeous picture of youth. This is what we need to do, and this kind of youth is meaningful.
Our youth should not be barren.
Keep going
Youth is not over yet, and the youth in the distance is still bright.
Look at the past, pack your bags and continue your journey. The road under your feet is there, the hope ahead is there, and looking back, love and warmth will always be there. So there's nothing to be afraid of. For the dream of youth, let's start with the freedom of "pointing out the mountains and inspiring words", with the calmness of "a misty rain in a lifetime", and with the heroism of "laughing at the sky and going out, is our generation a chrysanthemum?"
Don't be afraid of wind and rain, you can "I will walk until the water checks my way, and then sit there and watch the rising clouds." You can turn around, you can have a bright future, and you can get close to your dreams.
Youth should strive for dreams, and the road ahead needs us to pursue our dreams. Even if the front is full of thorns and bumps, always remember in your heart that your youth does not exist for others. If you work hard for your dream, you will never regret it; No regrets, no regrets. When the yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, we can still smell the rich youth. Strive to pursue your own path, don't be influenced by others, and hold faith all the way. Along the way, there will always be a lamp to illuminate our steps forward; There will always be a ray of sunshine to warm us; There will always be a smile blooming for us.
Look up at the sky and sing loudly. One day, I will ride the wind and waves. Don't be shocked by honor or disgrace. Looking through the railing, the sunshine is always after the storm; The tide rises and falls, the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable, the middle stream hits the water, a hundred schools of thought contend, and the other side of success is brightly lit.
The years are still the same, and the years are quiet.
Time is like a poetic splash-ink landscape, and youth is like ink contained in it, which is always fragrant and flying in time forever.
Youth, there is only one real youth in life. We are full of energy, we are brave, we are full of energy, we are beautiful and simple, we are happy, we are sad, we laugh, we cry, and the colorful world makes youth paint gorgeous colors and piece together the notes of life. However, in the face of the aging face, the long river flowing through the years seems to have swallowed up our most beautiful, so we began to recall and learn to regret and satisfy. We long for eternal dreams, and we cherish this final compromise. When people go to the green hills, we will always grow old day by day. Perhaps, we began to pursue a young heart.
Romantic season, like flowers, one by one, around lingering. At both ends of the road, there are hearts that we cherish each other, hearts that we leave, years that we walked hand in hand, and tears that we parted, dripping in our hearts. Youth is unique and beautiful.
In the bleak world, there will always be some mottled shadows, showing the sad appearance before sunset. I have seriously enjoyed the beauty of "seeing the sun, although it is brilliant", but I have also seriously felt the pallor of "being buried by the coming night". Youth is sad. On the initial white paper, there will always be several deep lines, those parallel intersecting straight lines and those twisted curves.
At sunset, I will still look up at the horizon and see the horizon where the sea meets the sky. It's like the intersection of two worlds. When we finish this journey, we will cross the finish line with peace of mind and move towards the next starting point. We are eager to stay here and bathe in the beautiful light. We have too much disappointment, which stems from some beauty and mixed with some regrets.
We write some poems about post-youth, and we interpret some of our own lives and some of our own unique destiny. We are used to hiding our youth in the camera and fixing it in our memories. We often open those yellowed photos, those unsent letters, and then look at those vaguely naive smiling faces. We are full of thoughts and emotions, such as the tide. On the sparkling water, there are layers of ripples, the breeze rises, and the boat is gently rippling. We sail to the past with the past and the present. Time is always gone, but the heart is always there.
Youth is a lingering song, a sad lingering song. We constantly strive for time, but we are always caught up by time in the pursuit of time. We yearn for this kind of lingering, but it is very likely to be fleeting in profligacy. One day, when youth slips away quietly, we will find that what we used to do is what we lost.
Youth is a love, a love full of * * * *. We linger, but we have to think of it in our memories, as if flowers withered and leaves withered, in a hurry and long. Once upon a time, we were waiting for those romantic and beautiful pictures. Once upon a time, we were expecting those fantastic and disillusioned words. Once upon a time, we were shouting the blood of youth. Once upon a time, we were sorry for those who spent like water.
"Look at that bloom. It's full of flowers. Who cares for jade?" Youth is fragile and full of gratitude. An ending without an ending is a heart that misses the upward trend. We feel the simplicity and tranquility of nature, even if youth is left in the endless winter.