Not only flowers bloom, but also youth.
It is not only butterflies that dance, but also youth.
Not only hope, but also youth.
Years are like moss, mottled and shallow. Every time you carefully study the morning glow as the sequence and the evening glow as the postscript in your life journey, you will always feel heartbroken, gain new gains and reflect like hemp.
No matter in life or art, what is sung is always the best and fleeting. For example, life, love, and-youth, such as flying, suddenly. Every moment of youth is given a unique meaning. No feet stay here, just like no seeds take root in the floating soil. As Xi Murong said: Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Youth is a glass of water, and it is disappearing. Better boil than evaporate.
Youth is not a pink face and red lips, busy dressing up, gaudy and pursuing pleasure, but a kind of energetic passion and lofty ambition. Everything is almost beautiful. All good things are deposited in the stream of youth, solidified into rocks, and engraved in the depths of memory, which will never be erased. Youth, isn't it a lamp that sees through autumn water?
In this fleeting time, the pulse of breathing and heartbeat is so tacit, intertwined with the times.
In this season, every flower and leaf is full of vitality and hope, and every drop of morning dew moistens plants, trees, insects and birds. Youth has exciting talent, which ignites my heart like a raging fire. Youth has the instinct to create passion, which makes people full of lofty sentiments. There is an inspiring passion, a long-lost touch, and a bunch of happy flowers for the time being, enjoying the romantic artistic conception. Feel youth, like tea, like painting, like poetry.
However, when I suddenly look back, I find that youth has a depreciation rate. Tears also involuntarily flow out. Looking back with tears in my eyes, I can't help sighing the time's waste, and sending out the feeling and nostalgia that "once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever". Life is too short to stay young, so cherish time like gold.
Even a thousand hands can't catch the passing minutes.
Even thousands of feet can't do it.
Young and wonderful cannot be equated. Who is willing to infuse this hard-won passion and touch, and absorb the melancholy and sigh of all beings? Maybe youth should be a cup of bitter coffee, not a sweet drink. For more people, taste and ability should be used instead of drinking. Spring is a running train. People have only two choices about it: to be its driver or to be its cargo. We will make a strategy because of our foresight. Inspirational is not only an adjective, but also a verb.
We are full of lofty sentiments ...
We are full of ambitions. ...
We are full of blood. ...
We are full of passion. ...
Young capital is not what you have experienced, but what you have to experience. Don't leave your youth blank. Disappointment, mistakes, failures, pain, sadness and scars all have their own values, so there is no need to create a false living space, because youth also needs to go through hardships to be real and worthy of appreciation.
Even if the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the clouds outside the sky roll around Yunfu. It is also difficult to control our eagle's lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments, and the elegant interest of diving and flying. We have both lofty sentiments and broad minds. The painting paper of youth, whether it is painted or not, has long been colorful. Just like spring doesn't need pruning, but if you want to harvest rich fruits in autumn, you need careful cultivation and continuous watering. Use the anvil of hand and the hammer of heart to temper, struggle, taste and feel, whether sweet as honey or astringent as coptis chinensis.
The sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to jump. Let's play indelible memories scene after scene with joy. Look less at the mountain in front of you, follow the road under your feet and write every harmonious note in the elegant melody.
The ship of youth has anchored and set sail, taking diligence as the warp, self-improvement as the weft, ideal as the sail and struggle as the paddle to salvage the sun of tomorrow.