Anido Z.
Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.
innocent
Youth is limited.
Be sure to cherish it
What is youth?
Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?
Is that an endless sea?
I don't think so,
Youth is a cup of strong coffee,
Although it can cheer people up,
But there is still a trace of bitterness.
Youth is the nameless grass.
It's not very eye-catching,
But it can withstand the wind and rain.
Youth is an uncut sword.
It will only get better and better.
I have youth,
So I praise youth,
I want to sing the praises of youth with a hoarse throat.
Youth is the golden sun,
Has brought infinite vitality to a large area,
It will also be more memorable because of the ups and downs.
Unforgettable
I admire youth,
Because I have,
I praise youth because it is beautiful.
Short-lived.
I love my high school class. It's been thirty years since I broke up with her, but I'm almost fifty now.
I love my high school class, not only because I didn't have a classmate at that time, but also because I am still a rare friend in my life.
I love my high school class, not only because in those days of componentism, I felt the kindness behind the teacher's strictness and the tolerance and friendliness of my classmates;
I love my high school class, not only because of the bud of my youthful love, but also because my ideal light shines in the sunny campus;
I love my high school class, because she is not laid off because of cheating, bankruptcy or poor management; She didn't desperately compete for the college entrance examination, nor did she fail with great depression. She has neither succeeded nor failed; She is the perfect ending of our middle school days and the base for the release of youth. She is only the history of our generation and the unique life track of our generation. She is calm, peaceful and equal; She is remembered, loved and remembered. ...
I love my high school class. Although I broke up with her for 30 years, although I no longer have youthful glow and silky black hair, my chest is still full of youthful yearning and longing.
I love my high school class, and she has proof of my youth.