It's a flower, bright red ... but the flower of youth will always be forgotten ...
When I was a child, my mother said, young lady, youth. Youth, what a good word, light, or rich.
Youth is nothing in my eyes, but when I am old, I will understand what it is like to miss. Maybe, now, I can understand.
Missing is a faint love, a nostalgic feeling, an ideal kite and the wings of dreams; Youth is a green mango, a faint grass, a rich flower, or something else … I don't know, but I only know one thing, that is to cherish. Cherish the youth now, cherish the beauty now, and cherish everything now. Come back and relive it when you are old. It's gone. What are they talking about? They wrote a poem, which is wonderful and beautiful. ...
Those were the days before, and that was love made up of youth.
We were full of childishness at that time, but we were happy.
isn't it?
We went swimming and traveling side by side arm in arm.
Youth is a song, a sad and desolate song.
But when it is ripe, savor it.
It expresses not sadness, but
warmth
Youth is the music of love, a beating note.
This is a dream, flying wings.
This is my mother's work. Maybe she is not old, but she is still older and experienced more than me, right? She told me that she missed everything about her and wanted to go back. Go back in time? One cannot put back the clock. Although there are many unexpected things in the world, I don't know if we can meet. I'm not sure. Maybe your fate is good enough.
Mother asked me, what color is youth in my eyes? I thought about it, and youth is blue. There is no other meaning, just feeling, only by feeling. People say that a woman's sixth sense is correct, don't they? Am I counting a little woman? Blue is the color flying in the sky, faint and a little sad, but the feeling of tranquility conquers everything. Blue, the color of the raging sea, is deep, deep, not Wen Ya. Blue, the color of flowers and orchids, gently swaying, love floating in the wind. ...
Youth, is that right?
Youth tiptoes with blue poems. ...
2. Strong and youthful! (Reciting)
M: Mount Tai is magnificent! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. !
W: Looking back on the old road, the initial immature footprint has not been completely erased by the years. It takes a lot of hardships and sweat to get the beautiful scenery of the top of the mountain.
How beautiful!
Man: I stood on the mountain and saw beautiful flowers all over the mountain. You slowly wake up from your carelessness under the long wind.
Woman: The wind is mighty, the hunting sound is deafening, and you fly with a young face, blooming with dazzling colors!
Male: eighteen, a poetic age! You are wearing a white dress and showing off everything full of flowers to the world.
Woman: Just like a bird with white feathers, it sings in a low voice and hovers slowly, showing its shy beauty.
Perhaps, your past is not completely without blue sky. I saw those confused traces in the hesitant light in the corner of your eye.
W: How can there be no confusion? Youth without confusion and hesitation is so incomplete.
Man: However, your life, on the day of eighteen, has sounded the cheerful drums and bloomed the most charming smile.
Woman: That is definitely the most beautiful smile, because you are determined to sing the most touching song in your life with the most beautiful moment in your life!
M: You like that you are a lovely blue apple tree, but you are more envious of Populus euphratica in the northwest frontier, which stands proudly in the sand.
Woman: You cherish yourself as a chic and elegant Bai Niao, but you prefer to fly like a petrel in a storm like lightning!
Man: Stand tall in the chest of youth and bravely shoulder all the responsibilities!
Woman: Take the rising sun to harvest happiness and pain, and choose the distance!
Man: Stumbling and moving forward firmly,
Woman: The mountain road is rugged, and we are with you-
Together: carry the wind and rain together!
Man: Come on! The raging wind in the sky! You can blow on us! You can park all the way!
Woman: Come on! Swallow the pain of the soul, you can only scare cowards, don't you know that the heart of eighteen is pure and hard!
Man: Ha, Gail! Why are you so weak? You see, our struggle with the wind has formed the most magnificent gesture in the world!
Woman: Scar, you can hurt more! 18 years old, you will be the most dazzling medal!
Man: What else? Come on! Come on!
Woman: We are not afraid of anything! Not afraid!
Man: It's cold, we're not afraid!
Woman: We are not afraid of the heat!
Man: wind and frost, we are not afraid!
Woman: Thorns, we are not afraid!
Man: For the blue in our hearts, we will never back down! Never regret!
Female: Enthusiastic youth is like a whispering flame in the universe!
Man: I saw it, I saw the firebird of youth, roaring heartily, soaring from the fire, soaring!
Female: The flame is full of 18-year-old blood and 18-year-old ambition.
Man: Like the water of the Yangtze River, the waves are rough-lapping the shore! !