Chapter 1: Aestheticism-Youth
Youth, as Lin said in April Day on Earth: I said that you are April Day on Earth, and laughter lit up the surrounding wind, which is light. Dancers change in spring. That's lightness, that's grace, and you're a fairy.
Youth, full of beautiful smiling faces and waving light wings, blooms in the most beautiful flower season. I said, youth, aestheticism. In the fleeting time, youth accompanied us, walked through Qian Shan and left the most beautiful footprints.
Youth is like poetry, thought-provoking, like a picture scroll, beautiful and moving. Youth, full of infinite memories, is still so clear in retrospect. Just like yesterday, it has never changed.
Youth, with a unique smiling face, rotates in a sunny world. We once sighed and it smiled. Just like that beautiful spring, it is so lovely that people can't forget to return.
Youth blooms its most delicate flowers, and we reap its fruits. Looking back, our youth is a short moment. When the sun kisses the face of youth, we will find that happiness is not far away from us.
Thanks to the harvest of youth, thanks to the beautiful youth for giving us a happy spring. Aestheticism-youth.
Chapter 2: Youth is advancing.
There is a beauty called cardamom years, which is a symbol of youth and aestheticism, and there is a passing time called water. I can't keep the hourglass of time, so I'm trying to catch up with the shadow of youth, but the years have never stopped, keeping that beautiful touch for me. -inscription
When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth in the morning, I rub my sleepy eyes and say goodbye to yesterday's gloom happily, hoping to create a style that belongs to today. I stretched out my arms in front of the flashing mirror in the dormitory, trying to hug me and wake up, but Byakki Smoker suddenly felt so vague and confused. Am I not myself anymore? Time has passed, and I have forgotten myself in the youth post. I was shocked. Am I no longer energetic and innocent? The wheel of time crushes my youth mercilessly, and it has broken into bits and pieces, and the wrinkles of time are branded in the corner of my eye. At the moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and dependence. Cheeks no longer have youthful elasticity, body no longer flows youthful passion, and heart no longer has youthful ignorance.
Think about my age, time flies around, the pendulum of time shakes like water, how many dreams I have and how much youth I have. However, I can't find the answer to all this.
I saw the beautiful scenery at the last stop. Can the next stop be a quiet life? I tried my best to find my own shadow, but now my footsteps are tired, I have no fantasy and hazy feelings, no passion and fighting spirit in the past, no inner ambition, only a tired heart.
The vicissitudes of the world have washed my humble soul, confused my life, cast my stubborn character, locked my impulse in time, and time flies, making my eyes in Cang Sang and my heart ache. It is impossible to recover the fleeting time with your footsteps.
Time goes by, recording my joys and sorrows. Calendar is also torn from page to page, I can't pick it up, because time can't stay for one person. The pace hurried forward, day after day, year after year, but I took the lost rings.
In my dream, I still look forward to the beauty of the next stop. In my eyes, I still look for the lost youth. So I accepted the baptism of time in front of this mirror that examines the beauty, ugliness, good and evil of the world. I comforted my soul, because time took away my past, but I can keep my real life now. I can only bravely take a step forward to catch up with youth and use it step by step. Go on calmly and quietly.
Chapter 3: Youth never goes far.
Days seem to smile in a dream, every second is a real moment, and it is the beginning of our youth. -inscription
We've been together for so many years, and it's time to crowd out. Silly persistence, faint faith, step by step for tomorrow. In this way, we walked a long way. Bitterness and tears, let us share joys and sorrows. When we look back, we can see the footprints forming butterflies, and our eyes are cold and dim.
Others will not understand us, just as Saibei can't understand Jiangnan. After thousands of years of integration, the north and the south are still separated. So they are very independent and live independently, and they are so disdainful of our efforts and care. Quietly, ignoring other people's eyes, seeking short sunshine in the cold wind and heavy rain. Although short, it is the most shining time in life, because this period is called youth.
There are tears and laughter in youth, and the tearful smile shakes the rue and folds the fan, expressing gorgeous youth. We indulge in the most prosperous years of our lives, even if the sun sets, youth will not be far away.
In memory:
On that rainy day, we held an umbrella, not as tall as me, but tried to hold it above my head to cover my umbrella from floating outside.
On a sunny day that year, we went out to play, frolicked, chased under the dazzling lights and laughed so brightly.
It was a very immature year, and it was a beautiful year. That year is only a memory now, but it continues that passion and confidence. Because of self-confidence, it always looks so beautiful, and there may be some wrinkles in the smile, which is the colorful and youthful footprint of our youth.
Today of that year, today of that year, youth is never far away …
Chapter four: Youth, flying words.
Youth is a beautiful flower season and the best mark of life. Cherish your youth and don't idle away your years. Life lies in grasping, and life lies in fighting. Interpret our feelings about love with passion, let the beating words insert the wings of youth, and let hope fly in the dream sky.
Life is short, and youth has four seasons. Walking in the youth flower season, many hopes and dreams are still lingering in my heart, showing beauty like dancing dancers.
Youth is like green willows in spring and March, swaying on green branches, dotted with human life, showing infinite vitality.
Youth is like an angry rose, red and warm, refreshing, because she is a romantic angel.
Youth swings between aestheticism and romance, which always makes people's passion wander in reverie.
Youth is like a song, singing an unrestrained tune, which can be high-pitched or low-pitched, beautiful or normal, but life must be expressed with true mood. Youth is like a beating note, which needs to be played with passion. When you are lonely, short-lived youth needs to be displayed with optimism, and energetic youth needs to write the most beautiful life music with romance and enthusiasm.
Youth is fleeting, and people are full of fantasy and hope when they are young. In youth, there are men who pursue their careers and look forward to their dreams, and women who are eager for love. In this picturesque flower season, more is to weave a chapter of hope and show the stage of dreams.
Youth is priceless, and it is difficult to measure it with money and material things. Everyone's life is different, the trajectory of youth will be different, and there may be loneliness. Maybe depressed, maybe ambitious. Maybe you have realized your dream in life, but you have to work hard and stick to the result.
Youth has tears, youth has bitterness, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, which is the only way in life. Free and easy is also a day, so is depression. At the moment when we meet the sunrise, why not abandon all unpleasantness and sadness? In fact, when you are lonely and sad, it is not life that abandons you, but you abandon the beautiful life that gives you sunshine.
Youth has no regrets, passion is unrestrained, beautiful flowers will wither one day, and so will life. When the years disappear, youth will sneak away and no one will stay. To cherish the short youth season is to cherish the value of one's life. Youth lies in your grasp and persistence. Face up to the road under our feet. Even if it is bumpy, we should be down-to-earth and have no regrets, because to live is to continue our life, to exist is to struggle, and to face the wounded freely.
Youth is an eagle spreading its wings under the vast blue sky, fearless of wind and rain,
Youth in the vast sea, like a brave sailor, is doing a perfect chorus with the waves without fear of the wind and waves.
Youth is under the neon lights of the city. You whisper, I whisper, two of a kind, and we swear to love each other forever.
Youth dances in the square, as elegant as waltz,
It seems to be equally unrestrained, no exaggeration.
Youth is like a burning flame, jumping and burning in the chest of young people.
Youth is like the rhythm of acacia, rippling on the girl's face and brow.
Youth is like a short trip, you should experience it with novelty and discover it with adventure.
I use words to express my youth dream.
Tonight, I record my lost youth brilliantly with pen and ink. When you are emotional, you can cry between the lines, without hiding or pretending. Facing the flashy world, I am open-minded and open-minded about my life. Where can I find the mark of youth now? Only by integrating our emotions into scattered words can I realize the long-lost impulse and passion given by youth.
Throughout the world, perhaps it is the secular downturn, or perhaps life is burdened with too many things. The burden of life makes us express ourselves again and again with the rhythm of sadness and depression. Fatigue and depression inhibit our enthusiasm, and even our words are sentimental and lack of youth. Sigh-is this life? Confused eyes are looking for the truth, leaving nothing behind. ...
Looking back suddenly, it seems that spring is no longer coming. The road of life is deep and shallow. After all, things are unpredictable. Time is like a blink of an eye. After all, you can't look back for anyone, and you won't wait and stay.
The lost youth is no longer a ferry, the enchanting figure is no longer graceful, there is no longer the ignorance and arrogance of teenagers, and the vigor of youth has been replaced by maturity and stability. Only the feelings of the soul are still very clear. Losing and owning are like yesterday's meteors, which are fleeting and irreversible.
Feeling life, there are too many joys and hopes, how many people are mixed in their youth, and how many joys and sorrows have passed away? But it has always been our greatest expectation.
Ask yourself, will there still be youth? Time flies, time flies, how much youth we can squander now, how much hope is still lingering in our hearts, and we can only leave our thoughts at the crossroads of memories. You can only use powerless words to keep hope.
As time goes by, youth is the most beautiful scenery and the most cherished time.
Close your eyes and think deeply. In fact, God has endowed youth with infinite vitality and new ideas, which we should cherish and grasp persistently.
Over the years, you can't touch the beauty of youth, and you run in a hurry. How can you stay because of frustration? The traces of youth have washed away the vicissitudes of life, and the rings have pushed mature men and women to the ferry of middle age, and passion, fantasy and romance are no longer there. Why not cherish the short-lived possession.
People can be ordinary or simple, but don't abandon your love for life. By doing this, the actual youth is already around us. It is not far from us. In this country, the sun is still shining, and not all the sunshine is covered with gray.
Looking back on life, it turns out that there are not only young and energetic boys and girls, but also many people who love life and love life. Youth is not the flower season of 20 years old. It turns out that youth belongs to people who challenge life and are full of passion. People like us who love words.
Flashy vicissitudes of life, fleeting, the same life, different life. Yesterday, I lamented that my youth had gone away and would not stay for me. Today, I put my words on my youth dream. Maybe I am lost and sad. I hope that tomorrow, after the storm of life, I hope that youth can fly freely in beautiful words and there will be no more sadness.
Seeing the world of mortals, the scenery is particularly good, and writing about life is colorful, so we released the Kongming lanterns full of wishes, which sounded the horn of our youth in the vast ocean of words, hoping that the long-lost youth could surge in the ocean of knowledge ...
Chapter 5: Youth is precipitated by tears.
Youth is really thin, just like dandelion floating in the sky. The wind dispersed as soon as it blew. -inscription
It took us four years to finally fall in love with this land that we complained about countless times, but we had to leave at the last minute. Every year when I see many seniors dragging their luggage out of the campus gate, I wonder why there are so many tears and regrets. It was not until then that the pointer came to us that I understood:
Time is really just a signboard made of paper, which is easily broken. When your ears are disturbed by words like graduation, you should know that it is not far from you.
I watched the scenery for four years with warm sunshine, and recalled the stories that were beautiful and sweet in the wind and became more colorful after being washed away by rain. I couldn't help laughing, and my mouth rose slightly. I seem to see that I have walked through the depths of the peach forest of youth and met the light silently.
Four years in college is like a meaningful novel, but we haven't finished it yet. After we happily wrote the beginning and climax, we scribbled the ending. When we are old, standing in the sun, we read and reread this book in front of the university, and found that it was really a hasty book.
I have mixed feelings when friends around me leave one after another. At the end of parting, I really don't know what to say. When I left, I hugged and said goodbye to each other. Everyone firmly believes that there is a past and a future. The past has been generated under our feet, but does the future really exist?
Looking back on that day, we sat on the wine table and pushed a cup for a change. The teacher gave a wonderful lecture as a souvenir, and everyone exchanged ideas and wrote in tomorrow's exam. Wonderful fragments are constantly restored in front of us, and everyone silently holds memories with smiles and tears, for the sake of being young and frivolous for a thousand years.
Maybe many years later, we can still recall walking through the campus together, secretly loving teenagers after sunset together, and being forgotten by teachers after skipping classes together.
Time is like a machine, which dilutes, arranges and keeps the years. It is a dream about the baptism of youth and traveling around the world.
Every time I hear those schoolmates around me discussing some legends that happened to us, every time I see them repeating stories that we have repeated many times, and every time I think about the hardships of those schoolmates who have been studying at night and doing morning exercises, I unconsciously find that I have lost the capital to complain about college life. I found myself in love with the feeling of memories.
Time has taken away a lot of things around us and taught us a lot of truth. Lost in the middle and picked up again, staying became a surprise, lost became a memory. Four years, full of unforgettable notes, I remember that the sky is blue and you are brilliant in the sun. The wind was light at that time, just like when you were young.
Graduation is like a colored pen, which draws traces on everyone who leaves the ivory tower, adding a warm color to life, and not being too cold by the sadness of parting.
The world is a world of war and chaos When graduation takes away the ignorant years, we still have to go on the road silently, holding the curse made by reality in one hand, writing down words with nowhere to talk, and then starting a new life. University is a very warm story. Many years later, when the edges and corners of dreams are smoothed by reality, we can still hold a very indifferent mood and wait for the warm story to grow old.
Youth is a bumpy road, extending to us from far and near. No one knows where it will lead, so we always walk in the visible direction and stumble, leaving a vague figure and a deep and shallow mark.
Staring at those old days, the leaves that were blown off by the wind lost their voices, the footprints that passed through the campus gradually ran aground, the uneasy dreams floated in the air, the sunshine in the youth's heart was like fire, and an unspoken confession was left behind by a drop of tears.
In youth, there are laughter, tears, sighs and nostalgia. When the moss under our feet spreads the soil of time, we all grow up. Looking back at fate, even if the sky of youth is full of discrete themes, I am always glad that the fleeting encounter has left such a rich and wonderful title page in our lives.
After many years, we will really understand the meaning of youth by sitting in a warm room, watching good TV and enjoying aestheticism and freshness. The broken scenes between young men and women are just an episode in youth. Those who have hurt us and loved us are the witness of our youth growth and the meaning of our youth.
Youth is like a trip, it doesn't care about the destination, but lies in the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it.
Youth is like a glass. When we break through it and look at our bloody bodies, we only leave sad tears.
Chapter 6: Catch up with the footsteps of youth
There is a kind of beauty called cardamom, youthful and beautiful. There is something to kill time called water. I can't keep the hourglass of time, so I'm trying to catch up with the shadow of youth, but the years can't stop, so I can keep that beautiful touch for me. -inscription
When the first ray of sunshine shines on my face in the morning. I gladly bid farewell to the gloom of last night and look forward to finding today's scenery. The sunshine feels gentle. Warm, it has no dark haze and anxiety, as gentle as a lover's eyes and as warm as a lover's broad arms, and I enjoy its gentle touch and gentle kiss. Indulge in this slightly chilly autumn day.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I stood in front of the wardrobe and stretched out my arms in front of the flashing mirror, trying to hug me and wake up, but Byakki Smoker's shadow was so vague and confused.
Am I not myself? Time flies, I forgot that I was in the youth station. This time is not winter. Why do I have those cold frost flowers on my temples, dotted around and faintly visible?
I am startled. Have I lost my former vitality and innocence?
When I am old, the wheel of years crushes my youth mercilessly, and it has broken into bits and pieces, leaving only deep wrinkles in the corner of my eyes.
Near middle age, time flies around, the pendulum of time shakes desperately, like water passing by, how many dreams I have and how much youth I have. I can't find my answer.
At the moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and dependence. Cheeks are no longer youthful and elastic, the body is no longer flowing with youthful passion, and the heart is no longer youthful and ignorant. I kissed my eyes with vague tears. I stroked my forehead with my palm. I used sadness to comfort the lost spring.
The last stop is the beautiful scenery. Can the next stop be a quiet life? I'm trying to find my own shadow, and now I'm tired, without fantasy and hazy feelings, and I can only wash my soul layer by layer.
Cut my sad hair short and bleach my sideburns again and again. Now I don't need the green vitality of youth. But to live a hard life peacefully,
Vicissitudes have washed my humble soul,
The confused life has cast my stubborn character,
Time lock. It restrain my impulse,
Time flies, wearing my Cang Sang face.
My heart hurts. You can't recover the fleeting time with your feet,
Diary is written day by day, recording my emotions. Calendar is also torn from page to page, I can't pick it up, because time can't stay for one person. Steps rush forward, day after day, year after year, with the lost rings.
In my dream, I still look forward to the beauty of the next stop. In my eyes, I still look for the lost youth. So I was baptized by time in front of this mirror that examines the beauty, ugliness, good and evil of the world. I comforted my soul, because time took away my past and can keep my real life now.
I am not afraid of wind and rain, nor am I afraid of getting old. I am grateful that life has once again given me the deepest tempering.
Turning around, I still have no regrets. I will bravely take the pace of catching up with youth again and use it step by step. Continue in a calm and quiet state.
Chapter 7: To Youth!
Who is not beautiful in youth? Who is not young? Whose youth is not frivolous? Who is not young and unruly? -inscription
Everyone has to experience youth, and everyone's life will become magical and confused because of youth. Walking in youth, you will feel that life is so colorful, and at the same time it is so sour and confused.
Life, all the years are not as rich as youth. Childhood is too naive, middle age is too sophisticated, and old age is too insightful and indifferent. Only youth can be unruly, arrogant, brave and free.
Youth, a good word, makes people look forward to it; Youth, one more sound, makes people's hearts beat; Youth, what a beautiful light, fascinating thinking.
Generation after generation has interpreted different versions of youth epic in different times. No matter what the background of the times is, it is impossible to contain the brilliance and glory brought by youth; No matter what the main theme of life is, it is impossible to imprison youth and bring people passion and vitality.
I really want to stand on the top of the mountain and shout, "Long live youth!" "
I really want to face the vast sea and shout loudly: "Youth has no regrets!"
I really want to fly into the blue sky and spread the petals full of "youth" all over the world.
I really want to run on the vast grassland and let the laughter full of "youth" resound through the sky and float away.
Everyone's youth will be a self-directed and self-directed film, and it must be an excellent masterpiece. There are many full stories, touching plots, innocent years and beautiful pictures.
Because it is youth, even if it is bitter, it is willing; Because it is youth, even if confused, it is brave; Because it is youth, even if it is painful, it is willing; Because it is youth, smile even if you fall; Because it is youth, even if you cry, you will revel; Because it is youth, even if it is injured, it is free and easy; Because it is youth, even if it is unbearable, it is precious.
Love and youth are as beautiful and precious as Dillian. Although young, lonely and melancholy. But it is absolutely the purest, truest and most beautiful. There are some touching words in the movie "To We Will Die of Youth". "It doesn't matter whether the two favorite people are together or not. What is important is that you came together hand in hand in those years of youth. " "Life is so long, one day didn't come to an end, you don't know which day will accompany you to the end. Sometimes you meet someone and think it's her, and then look back. In fact, she just gives you what you want. " In front of love, everyone is blind. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you have achieved a positive result or not, as long as you have really walked through it, because things are impermanent and making people is a sad story that is often staged in this world. Finally, enhance the understanding of love: "In fact, loving a person should be like loving the mountains and rivers of the motherland!" When I saw this line, I was thinking, what kind of love is this? Embrace with a broad mind like the blue sky and the sea, faint with a trickle of tenderness, appreciate with a heart that is not greedy or possessive, sing with a slightly rippling rhythm, and permeate and nourish with a clear spring flowing between the cracks of the soul. No matter when and where, no matter the horizon in front of us, this kind of love is in my heart and takes root.
The sky of youth is always so blue, even if there are dark clouds and heavy rain, what does it matter? Just put a wonderful picture in the sky. The earth of youth is always so fragrant, even if the wind blows and the snow freezes, so what? Just think of the flowers and green grass sleeping in the annual rings.
Youth is colorful, red is ideal, purple is romantic, blue is yearning, black is mysterious and white is pure. ……
Youth is a state of mind, the sun is shining, the moonlight is dense, the stars are gorgeous, and the rosy clouds chase the moon; Youth is a kind of mood, with flowers blooming and falling, birds singing and flowers fragrant, the wind blowing, the spring water tinkling and the waves surging; Youth is a modality, with willows dancing lightly, waves rippling, butterflies frolicking and dragonflies.
Youth should be an attitude and should not be related to age. As long as our hearts are young, what should we do if wrinkles climb up our cheeks? As long as our love is inexhaustible, what's the harm of turning hair into hair?
Youth means beauty; Youth symbolizes eternity; Youth is engraved.
If youth will eventually pass away, it can only show that we have loosened our arms to embrace youth; If we say that youth is only for memories, it can only show that we have given up the right to love or lost the ability to love. If youth has wandered away, it can only show that our hearts have withered; If youth will not last long, it can only show that there will be no trouble in our souls and no flowers.
Let's be young together:
No one is always seventeen, but some people are always seventeen.
No one is always young, but some people are always young.
Chapter 8: Regretless Youth
Youth, quietly, reminds me quietly there, the breath of youth. Perhaps, many years later, in a midnight corner, I will seriously think of the original days and be moved by my youth.
Youth, like poetry, is the most luxurious, gorgeous and pure time in life. I miss those college scenes, and my youth blooms perfectly and shines brilliantly. I look back again and again, remembering my youth with those frozen pictures, static objects, flowing sounds and warm atmosphere, editing it into mottled films, treasured, treasured, memorized and clear images, so that it can reappear forever, reminding me never to forget those beautiful and innocent feelings, which is a time that we can no longer have in our lives.
Miss the pure and quiet atmosphere of junior high school, it is simply a paradise. Walking on campus, facing the sunshine through the branches and leaves, listening to the wind, feels like walking in a painting. The young face is blooming with a brilliant flower-like smile, filled with the breath of youth flying. Bicycles flew by, full of youthful enthusiasm, drifting all the way. On the path, there is a leisurely figure, wandering and reciting the poems of youth.
Every corner of the campus has left the mark of youth and stored the young time. Trees shed leaves and flowers bloom in all seasons. Only still life silently witnessed all this.
The bench on the roadside quietly waits for those diligent figures or a few friends to chat kindly, providing them with a comfortable little world. On the sports field, basketball frame looked down at the figure of youth, waiting for the goal. On the football field, every inch of grass is covered with the sweat of youth. When everything is calm, only the empty space is telling the story of the past, where there are shouts and cheers. When there is a game, people are buzzing and a ball crosses a beautiful curve.
I miss the quiet self-study atmosphere in the classroom, and the tables and chairs are neatly arranged. In summer, the fan rotates tirelessly with the cicada singing outside the window, and the breeze blows into the classroom. There are books, notebooks and chatter on the desk, which seems to keep writing. The kettle stands quietly, and time is like water, flowing quietly. Everything is so quiet, the sky is blue, the clouds are light, and the days seem so long, as if forever. Miss the teacher's lecture, while listening, we concentrate on writing at the bottom and watch the teacher write beautifully and smoothly on the blackboard. I can't forget that when I discuss problems occasionally, I get a smile of satisfaction and approval from the teacher, nodding my head constantly, and then the teacher makes a summary, analysis and explanation, which benefits me a lot.
If you miss the learning atmosphere, you can focus on your study. This is an era of luxury, enjoying the pleasure of learning, reading and pure learning in the ivory tower. In the library, you can be seen reading with your head down everywhere, and you begin to miss the creaking sound of turning every page.
I miss dormitory life. There are several like-minded roommates who eat together, play ball together, have classes together and do many things together. Whether it is ridiculous, funny, serious or flying, everything is worth remembering, because it is youth. I am used to sleeping every night, talking about many irrelevant topics, interesting things in school, and talking about the joys and sorrows I have experienced. Encourage each other, help each other and walk the road of youth hand in hand. The same key connects each other closely, and friendship is like brothers, how warm it is.
Miss every night under the starlight, warm, poetic and romantic. As night falls, softness and light support a warm world. The lights are on in the teaching building, the windows are exposed, and everything seems quiet and serene. Those windows are like the wings of youth, leading to a bright future. There is a mysterious atmosphere in the campus at night, which makes people daydream. Many beautiful stories are happening in those corners, and the playground is full of poetry in dim light.
Street lamps fall quietly and shine on the road of our youth. We gather on the grass, drink and chat, look up at the stars, talk about tomorrow and talk about ideals. And that pure love, under the starlight, everyone is as beautiful as flowers and jade, and only lovers can appreciate the pure happiness at that time. We walked through the campus together and enjoyed the tranquility and freedom of youth together.
However, when we left, it was all in the past. Time can't go back, we only have memories.
Every sentence in the graduation guest book may be unique, and those sincere and kind words may never be there again. Everything in those youth may change, including people. No matter whether the years will change many things, I will always miss the people and things at the beginning. Those photos and objects that store the youth time are our most beautiful memories of youth, and the past time is always collected by them.
I don't care that everything in the past has been changed, what I care about is the good memories at that time. Time will get old, but the feeling of youth remains the same, hidden deep in my heart, which makes me always aftertaste and move. The girl named Xue has never forgotten. Even if one day we pass by like strangers, she will remain in my memory forever, because she once made me move, that was once, not now. Not many people can stay in their limited memories of youth forever, at least once, which makes me feel very lucky.
Many years later, we may only be able to sing youth in songs and relive that youthful time, but we have no regrets, because we once had such a wonderful life and left the most beautiful light and shadow at the beginning. Youth is like a song, singing a melody as light as the wind, walking with a brisk rhythm, full of aestheticism and dreams. Youth has passed away, but with the brightest light and the most gorgeous colors, it will remain in my yellowing memory forever.
I wrote this after I graduated from junior high school. When I read it again, I felt a lot!