Youth is not about years, but about state of mind; youth is not about rosy faces, red lips, and soft knees, but about deep will, magnificent imagination, and passionate feelings; youth is the deep spring of life.
Youth is full of energy, bravery overwhelms cowardice, and progress overwhelms complacency. Such vigor is common among men in their twenties, but more common among men in their sixties. Adding years does not mean getting old; discarding ideals means falling into old age.
As time goes by, decline only affects the skin; abandoning enthusiasm will lead to decadence in the soul. Worry, fear, and loss of self-confidence will definitely distort the mind and turn the spirit into ashes.
Whether you are sixty or twenty-eight, there is always in your heart the joy of life, the temptation of miracles, and the childlike innocence that endures.
The human soul should be like a vast ocean. Only by constantly accepting the rivers of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength can youth and elegance last forever.
Once the heart is exhausted, the energy is covered with ice and snow, and cynicism and self-abasement arise spontaneously. Even at the age of twenty, one is really old; but as long as one is open-minded and filled with joy, optimism, and benevolence, , you will hopefully still feel young when you die at the age of eighty.
Youth is a song
A song that never gives up
Youth is a river
A river that never stops
Youth is a book
You can never tire of reading
Youth is a cup of tea
Youth is a cup of endless tea
Youth is a book
Standing at the peak of the forest of nations
Carving the footprints of thousands of young people
Youth is a pagoda of knowledge
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Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people
Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously
Tested by wind and rain
Youth is a flower
A bud ready to bloom
Desire to show your unique style to the world
Youth is a sweet dream
But there will be a day when you wake up from the dream
Youth is like a small river
But there will be a day when it dries up
Youth is like a rainbow
But one day it will eventually disappear
Youth is like a blooming flower
But it will eventually fade one day
Youth is like fine sand held in the hand< /p>
It has slipped away without realizing it
Youth is a shooting star in the sky
Although beautiful, it passes away in an instant
Youth is left behind by happiness The fragrance of the fragrance
I want to cherish it and it is gone
I don’t know if I can