Poetry recitation by four people

Youth rambling about the past can only recall when the honey-like memories become bitter thoughts floating in the mist, beautiful words shake the soul of youth stories, restless youth wandering in music, because this is a perfect country, no one can understand the mentality of a lonely and immature mind with fragrant words, intoxicating music and beautiful mood stories, which are difficult to tell and unwilling to compromise and give up. My dream refuses to bow easily, because the young and fragrant mind can't be transparent and white, and language binds my thoughts. Youth is not pure white, but beautiful notes Confusion is only an occasional mistake. Tears are the immaturity of youth. Flying a kite, flying your thoughts, a pair of wings will choose to soar in the sea, but they will not choose to hurt regretless youth. Never have vicissitudes of music and feelings. I can't touch the vicissitudes of nature, short-lived glory and short-lived beauty. The memory of youth is the memory of the breeze, the memory of dreams, the lingering fragrance of the years left yesterday, and the reason for tears. For the sake of youth, I can read your outline even in the dark and touch your heartbeat even in the garden. I understand that youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night. Youth is a dance that flowers can't avoid. Youth is the tangle of running water. Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption. But you must remember that the meteor of youth only crosses the horizon of life once.