All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun,
After wiping the machine and sweating,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly.
Youth likes it very much
At dusk, swallows fall, and Jiangnan cooks cigarettes until dusk.
The wind drags the sunset on others, in front of you.
Your sudden arrival in March made me sleepless.
The coupling of Yangchun with snow and aura comes from nature.
Temperament is a magnet, and you also attract the flowing drunken eyes.
What's new is the maverick scattered on you.
Water hibiscus is like an angel coming to earth.
Carve naturally, and no one will stop you from being free and easy.
I can't bear to be apart from you. Where will you clone your good karma in the future?
Love is not a whim, you blame me for perfunctory.
You say love does its best, and you do it.
Lost in trust, you belittle all my vows.
Honey, I'm sure I have nothing to do with you.
Please give me more time before I go to the end of the world.
A few red beans are as beautiful as you. Teach me how to reduce lovesickness.
You challenged me to say that I was really crazy.
Silly girl, you stole my old style.
I like this kind of youth very much
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 watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.