That is a flower, bright red... But the flowers of youth will always be forgotten...
When I was still young, my mother said, I miss my youth. Youth, what a word, light or strong.
Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I grow old, I will understand what it feels like to miss you. Maybe, now, I can understand.
Missing is a touch of love, a feeling of nostalgia, an ideal kite, and the wings of dreams; youth is a green mango, a touch of grass, a rich flower, or, don’t ...I don't know, but the only thing I know is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, cherish everything now. When you get old, you can go back and relive it, it is no longer there. They told something, they composed a poem, wonderful and pretty...
Those were the days before, a love made of youth
We at that time, Full of childishness, but happy
Isn’t it
We hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, go swimming and travel
Youth is a song Song, a sad and desolate song
But when you mature, savor it carefully
What it expresses is not sadness, but warmth
Warmth
Youth is the music score of love, each beating note
It is a dream, flying wings
This is a piece of music from my mother. Maybe she is not old yet, but Always bigger than me, more experienced than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wished she could go back to the past. Back in time? We can't turn back time. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I can't tell whether we can meet each other. I'm not sure. Maybe you are lucky enough.
My mother asked me, what is the color of youth in my eyes? I thought about it, youth is blue. It doesn’t mean anything else, it’s just feeling, just feeling. People say that women’s sixth sense is correct, right? Am I considered a little woman? Blue is the color of the sky. It is light and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the surging sea, deep, so deep, not gentle. Blue, the color of flowers orchids, gently swaying in the wind, flying love...
Is youth like this?
Youth dances a blue poem on tiptoes...
2. Magnificent youth! (Reading script)
Male: How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang are cut off at dusk.
The clouds grow in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain and have a panoramic view of the mountains!
Female: Looking back on the old path, the first immature footsteps have not been completely erased by time. After going through all the hardships and sweating, you can get the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain.
He: How beautiful!
Male: I stood on the mountain and saw the beautiful flowers all over the mountains and fields. You slowly woke up from your sleepiness under the strong wind.
Female: The wind is strong and the hunt is roaring, your young faces are flying, blooming with dazzling colors!
Male: Eighteen years old, an age that is as fascinating as poetry! You are dressed in white clothes, showing off to the world everything that is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Female: Just like a bird with white feathers, chirping in a low voice and circling slowly, showing off its shy beauty.
Male: Perhaps your past was not completely free of melancholic skies. I saw the traces of confusion in the trace of hesitant light that escaped from the corner of your eyes.
Female: How come you are not confused? Youth without confusion and wandering is so incomplete.
Male: However, today, when you are eighteen years old, your life beats a cheerful drum and blooms with the most charming smile.
Female: That is definitely the most beautiful smile, because you are determined to use the most beautiful moments in your life to sing the most moving song in your life!
Male: You like yourself to be a lovely green apple tree, but you even envy the Populus euphratica in the northwest frontier that defies the wind and sand.
Female: You cherish yourself like a chic and elegant white bird. , but you would rather be like a petrel, flying like lightning in the storm!
Male: Hold up your youthful chest and bravely put all responsibilities on your shoulders!
Female: With the rising sun, to reap happiness and pain, the choice is the distance!
Male: Let’s walk far away with steadfast steps,
Female: The mountain road is rugged and ups and downs, but we are with you——
Together: Together with the wind and rain Carry it!
Male: Come! That violent wind that rages across the sky! Just blow it to us! Feel free to stop me all the way!
Female: Come! The soul-devouring pain can only scare cowards, but don't you know that the heart of an eighteen-year-old is pure and strong!
Male: Ha, strong wind! Why are you so weak? You see, we fought against the wind and formed the most magnificent posture in the world!
Female: You can definitely hurt the scar more deeply! You will become the most dazzling medal at the age of eighteen!
Male: What else? Come on you guys! bring it on!
Female: We are not afraid of anything! Don't be afraid!
Male: We are not afraid of the severe cold!
Female: We are not afraid of the heat!
Male: We are not afraid of wind and frost!
Female: We are not afraid of thorns!
Male: For the blue in our hearts, we will never retreat! Never regret it!
Female: Passionate youth is like a roaring flame in the universe!
Male: I saw, I saw the young firebird, roaring to its heart's content, soaring from the fire, soaring!
Female: The passion of eighteen years old and the heroic ambition of eighteen years old are rolling in the flames.
Male: Like the water of the Yangtze River, the waves are crashing on the shore! !
He: This is the most beautiful youth! Don’t sing. The dreams of youth are soaring. The flying youth releases colorful life. The encounter between you and me is an arrangement from God. The sound of the piano is melodious, the air you breathe, the stamens of youth bloom like a girl, blooming its beauty, the youth of fantasy, The fantasy of youth, the spark of passion is as pure and beautiful as a girl, losing you and me, intoxicated in sweet dreams. The spring rain brings freshness to youth, cleansing and beautifying its heart. The rain and dew of love nourishes all things, and youth is as charming as a bride. , people yearn for it. Forget your age and play like a child in the embrace of youth. The hot summer makes you and me passionate, with beating notes, beautiful songs, and passionate dance steps.
< p>Dear friend, please be like me!!!!!!!!!!Throw away all the sorrows in your old life
Forget the past and forget the loss
p>Keep your spirits up
As long as hope still survives in our hearts
We have reasons to refuse
This boring life
We can have any dream
Look! The new life is smiling
Waving to you
Let us move forward hand in hand!
The rising sun every day
Sweeps away the haze in the corners of our souls
A string of notes
Sings a song for us to strive forward together Song
The uncultivated quiet land in my heart
Always reserved for dreams
Never forget the shallowness of my youth
Sentiment is hidden behind time
We also have the flying youth!!!!!!!!!