The cicada that begins in midsummer is not just full of alleys? Youth dusk is embedded in it? Poetry does not rot? Orange through the sunset?
A teenager caught a glimpse of a Xu Qingfeng? Hide your cuffs and blush? And tell you secretly? Youth is my "beauty of rouge painting"
Youth in the rain? Have you ever shone in the clear sky? Memories are full of traces of campus? No shortage of social footprints?
We are still teenagers, and we don't want butterflies flying low in spring. Some people say that we know nothing in midsummer.
Miss, miss, I don't think it's the old mountain spring. Take care of him when you raise your glass. Teenagers are not drunk.
Seeing the shining light of the meteor, I said my wish to it, leaving traces of youth, which is worth remembering in the future.
Ah! Youth When I was disheartened and wanted to give up, I was intoxicated by your intoxicating face, rubbed my sleepy eyes, cleaned up my bad mood and started on my way again!
Youth is white, like white clouds and flying snow. Young people paint the prosperity of the world on the canvas of youth.
Youth is beautiful and short-lived? I can't stand you cutting slowly.
The changes of the times have ushered in new opportunities. You struggled to change my life and lost your vows of youth. If you are still young, can you choose a new life? Leave the desire of youth to me!
Thank you for leaving me your youth. When I am old, I am also proud of having your youthful dream.
Some people decorate youth as beautiful as dreams, but our youth is full of pain and helplessness.
I am young, but you are old. You were young, and you have gone through the road of youth.
Youth is green, like grass buds, like bamboo, and the baptism of wind and rain has never broken the heart of dreaming.
Youth is a poem, which has been admired and missed by countless people throughout the ages.
There is a poem in life. When we have it, we often don't understand it. But when we can read it, it is long gone. The name of this poem is Youth.
Youth! Even if one day you will leave me like a relative, I still don't regret it, because your smile has become the most beautiful memory!
Only in this way can we say, "Thank you, goodbye!" " When one day we look back and say goodbye to ourselves standing in the brightest sunshine.
Youth is like a song, beating the notes of struggle; Youth, like a pot of wine, is eternal in the rings of years! Youth has no regrets!
20. Youth is so beautiful. In this unrepeatable journey, we have unique memories, whether it is confusion, loneliness, anxiety, exultation, passion and ideal, it is the most brilliant day.