"Youth"/Xi Murong
All the endings have been written
All the tears have started
But suddenly Forget the beginning
In that ancient summer that never comes back
No matter how I pursue it
Young man, you only Like a cloud shadow passing by
And your smiling face is very light
Gradually disappearing into the mist after sunset
Open the yellow Title page
Fate has bound it extremely poorly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I have to admit
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This is a book that is too hasty
The message that the author wants to convey is nothing more than resentful youth and flawless beauty. But how to get it? Especially, when the person is already resentful towards the other person, and the love is already flawed, how can it be flawless again? It is not that we have no way out, but we can rediscover the original purity and clarity of that time through post-mortem reflection and awareness. Indeed, the past was originally pure, and all the flaws are just people's own "unnecessary" delusions. add. As in the Andante into Canto, we envision eternity. Yes, that eternity has been created, and what is owed is only the readers’ hearts and minds.
As time goes by, youth is gone. In the panic of fall, people need to solve the eternal mystery. But the power of love has created all kinds of immortality, the cold tears in the rainy night, the passionate begging in the sunny world, all the lovely things, do not all originate from this impulsive season of human beings - youth.
Spring loves the grass, creating a refreshing green world; summer loves cicadas, fulfilling the simple and short-lived silk; autumn loves fallen leaves, ending the calm and indifferent spirit of no regrets; Falling in love in winter, leaving behind the past memories that cannot be recalled?6?1?6?1?6?1?6?1?6?1?6?1
Yes, we don’t It’s time to be stingy with your youth.
Even if she is a book that is too hasty, should we savor it carefully; even if she is a book without annual rings, should we let her never grow old.
Maybe, youth without complaints, youth without regrets, what more do we want?