Swing slowly in the breeze
That tall and elegant figure
It always smells good.
People can't help but reach out and touch it.
Kiss it
Youth is a song.
Floating gently in the intoxicating air
Melodious and crisp notes
Quietly converge into a beautiful melody.
People can't help listening quietly.
Praise it
Youth is a glass of wine.
Floating slowly in the jade cup
That sweet smell
There is a sweet smell for a long time.
People always want to raise their glasses to appreciate.
Swallow it.
……
What exactly is youth?
It's a memory left on the swing.
This is a string of footprints left in the snow.
This is a tear from an old photo.
It's a red cotton-padded jacket that I remember wearing.
……
Youth is like this.
Slowly put what you did a long time ago, become memories.
then
That's a happy smile on the lips.