Natural storm
Without these twenty or thirty years, a person will not grow up.
From the standpoint of parents.
See if your parents are stronger or you are stronger.
If you consider the young factor.
Are you young or are your parents young?
If you consider youth and knowledge acquisition.
Are you in middle school or college?
Is it a master or a doctor?
Ask your parents again.
They can go back to their youth.
Do it again?
If a tree is not planted, there will be no youth.
Once planted, it only grows along the irresistible youth.
People can't replant.
Unless it is the beginning of wasted youth.
Remember, there is only one youth in life.
Newly planted trees are a new generation when they meet their own youth.
Newborn people, bathed in their own youth, are just the next generation.
Cherish youth, from now on.
Reading youth begins with books.
Gorgeous youth begins with dreams.
Youth is not old, starting from creation.
Chapter II Youth has dreams, but dreams are hard to have. Youth has dreams, but dreams are hard to have youth.
Maybe love.
Remember that year?
Green shoots appear first.
It's better to get a touch of red.
Colorful butterflies flying all over the sky
He hooked the soul of the leaves away.
Thank you. It's not over.
We still have an immature fire.
They are still green.
Not contaminated by the scale powder of butterfly wings
They grow up.
Learn to choose the essence of sunshine and rain.
Grow up
They began to disagree.
Different voices and looks
But the same emotion.
Because of love, confused and naive.
Fall in love with prosperity, infatuate with prosperity
From then on, I am willing to sleep, lazy youth.
Fragile dream
Fall in love with the morning sun and be loyal to it.
Since then, I have been martyred and willing to devote myself to fire.
Who is right and who is wrong?
Love is right and wrong.
Youth is a dream.
A dream is a seed.
The seed died.
Die of the sweetness of youth
That sweet and greasy youth
It's delicious.
You can only drink one spoonful.
Spoon or lamp
It's a farewell wine for heroes on their way.
A spoonful is still rich.
But take a look at the sweet spring that moistens my heart
It can also be the tomb of the comfortable.
If you are good at that youth.
You must have tasted dreams.
In the dream, your garden is Ipu.
Is it full of fragrance?
After the fragrance
The sweetness of apples
Make you happy and let you know that this is a dream.
This sweetness is perfect.
Youth has dreams, but dreams cannot have youth.
Youth always stumbles
Fell down and saw footprints on the ground
Get up, Chase.
Follow in the footsteps of predecessors
Stop and wait to see the footprints disappear.
Start dreaming, dreaming of the distance you will have.
When that day comes,
Stop and watch again.
Pay attention to the road you walk.
Start dreaming about your youth.
Few people can dream again.
Not every red flag can fly against the wind.
Not every direction is distance.
Maybe it's good to live in a dream.
Lock yourself in the moment of youth.
However, one night later.
Where can we dream tomorrow?
I use my young self to describe my young dream. When the poet writes down the words of youth.
I see the seeds germinate and hope to blossom.
The power in my heart is generating.
One's youth is an impassioned March.
There are notes of struggle.
One's youth is a farewell song with a sigh.
Telling the desolation of waste
However, youth is for struggle, how can we tolerate extravagance and waste?
Youth is a plain face.
Facing the morning sun, looking at the distance, with dreams.
Youth is a pair of powerful hands.
Persist in hard work, dare to create and dare to resist.
Youth is a flower, a dream, and a movie of love and hate.
Youth is a poem, a song and a passing meteor.
Youth is the youth time written in the notes.
Youth is a stumbling block on the road to growth.
Youth gave me a young face.
Youth gave me an unyielding heart.
Youth is a battle.
The battlefield is my life.
I use my young self to describe my young dream.
I will use my youth to strengthen my youth home country.
Article 4 Youth, Youth One
beam with joy
Everyone wants to sprout and flourish.
Charming branches in full bloom
It seems that the whole port city is a scene of spring.
Colored brocade
Even the lake can't stand the breeze, and it surges round and round.
Infinite tenderness
Flowers with petals.
Taking a nap in the fresh green produces a cool breeze and clouds.
Like a sixteen-year-old girl
Butterfly dance, still ashamed
More like a seventeen-year-old boy.
cling obstinately to one's course
Earth-shattering-very novel and powerful
Fight against youth,
Full of coolness and dreams!
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I dragged the embroidery engraved with youth.
Together, it embodies the madness of teenagers, together.
Sprinkle it on boiling blood
Follow the blood vessels and get into the soul.
Every time I call, I secretly
Cold and lonely.
A little bit, a little bit, fission
One second, one inch, plump.
Even if you turn around, it is amazing and gorgeous.
Osmanthus fragrans in October is sweet.
Tiny petals are scattered on the branches.
Carve spring on cells that can temporarily think.
Print the beauty of spring and embroider the kiss of spring.
Let youth flow at your fingertips.
Let time be stored between gears.
Let melancholy bring sunshine.
Let youth be independent
Let youth cool down.
Let youth be stubborn and fragrant.
Like onions, these plants stand upright.
Like kapok, trees are straight and strong.
Coordinate the whole body, every fission
Stretched out in the richness of large films.
massive
Let youth gallop in the struggling port city
Don't worry.
Bloom into a big flower of youth.
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Like willow buds
It's hard to get out of the tiny branches.
Tiny fluctuations.
Cycle in the texture of life.
Like a dream spreading in my chest.
Thin and thick, brilliant but surging.
Like tears sliding through your fingertips.