Lonely shadows running in the morning light
Dawn crept through the night and opened the dark curtains. The familiar bell rings at 6 o'clock on campus. We dated Duke Zhou in our sleep, so we had to get up, rub our sleepy eyes, stretch our legs, support the bed with one hand, play Fang Shiyu's vigorous martial arts posture, jump out of bed and have a cool Andy Lau posture. Haha, we took a lunch box from the balcony, washed it in a hurry, and then ran a Liu Xiang hurdle race. There are so many people on the stairs that there are too many people at school. In a second, they will line up for half an hour. Everyone is scrambling to wait for the dormitory manager to open the door and let us caged birds go. Speaking of the devil, the administrator opened the dormitory door. Of course, I was the first stupid bird to fly. I just opened the door first, slipped out and almost kissed Mother Earth. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then, there was a burst of noisy footsteps behind him. Those students run around like a herd of horses, like a canteen. The warm morning light shines on our sunny faces, exploiting some heat on our faces and beating our innocent character. The deep footprints on the boulevard witnessed our campus youth. When we recall, if the tears fall, let the tears flow slowly along the trace. Our glimpse of running in the morning light will remain in the rings of memory forever!
Release the young people on the court
The sunset glow covered her face as if she had drunk beer. Lying lazily in the western sky, the warm light falls on the court. On the court, we boys are playing basketball. The banyan tree next to us is the habitat where we are tired of playing basketball. Every time we hear "throwing the ball, jumping up will hit the rebound, and not scoring goals will waste national food." It warms my heart every time I hear it. Simple blame is infinite concern and encouragement. Occasionally I fall down, which hurts, but I am very happy. Only when I fall down can I grow up. On the court, our pressure was released. In the heavy classroom and the boundless sea of questions, the pressure is crushed in the court. Sweat soaked our clothes and swallowed our energy. Every time I drag my feet. I always like to watch our embarrassment on the glass and release the pressure. The color of our mood changes the color of the external scenery, and everything in the world also affects the mood's hot and cold. We can always find our true selves in the glass mirror. Large and wide personality pervades our hearts, without too much noise. But on the other hand, we will also be in the dark corner, burning incense in the pavilion, falling to the last touch of residual temperature, touching the cold of the night, looking at a vast and dreamlike galaxy. It's quiet at night, looking at the life with dim lights, flowers falling and dreams falling, tears falling and rolling in the dust, falling asleep, the dust falling into silence, hazy and cold, and a little lonely and depressed youth in my heart.
The habitat of gloomy late-night dreams
The bright moon is in the sky, emitting radiant light, falling on the earth, winding with residual clouds, and flying in the night with the wind in the morning. When the campus bell rings at 1 1, it is the moment we look forward to most, dragging our heavy bodies, leaving traces on the ground, moving back to the dormitory step by step, learning a few tricks and kicking the door open with one foot. Of course, we won't work so hard, and we won't work so hard. My eyes can't stand all kinds of questions, and I want to close the door a little. Even a thousand Baidu can't stop me from sleeping. But we will all sing Ka Kui Wong's Broad Sky with the little spirit left, so that you can get drunk with your dreams, cross the vast sky and pursue them. We need a quiet dream of a sleeping night to rest our dreams. We are too tired and stressed, but we can always put it down in the middle of the night. Maybe it will rain in Mao Mao and dance! The parting of the years is engraved in the moment when the leaves danced for the last time, drifting with the wind, and I am nostalgic! Deduct our youth!
The campus youth condensed by the blood drops of will and the tears of struggle is very full and happy. Next year, 20 12 will end at the graduation party in the dim light of midsummer night. I heard that next year is the end of the world, and I have no regrets. Spend this flying youth! Next year, youth will come to an end, the scene is silent, time slips away quietly, detours in the vast distance, and luxuriously deduces the end of youth. The smile left in this youth has been drifting with our ignorance in the quiet slip of time, and will slowly come to an end in this fleeting cloud next year!
No one directed the meeting of youth, and no one starred in the laughter that ended, and every word lingered in my heart. Next stop, let the youth fly. After the end, the dream may be shattered, with no regrets. Youth and freshness are doomed to be an inseparable pursuit. The beginning of the dream, the best feeling in my mind, the quiet place with fragrance and persistent pursuit, let the fragrant life firmly ignite the light of hope like an umbrella with sincere faith, warm the wet and cold body in the wind and rain, and shine on the growing heart like a net. Waving goodbye to that season will hurt the young and gentle heart and make a trip with faith. However, flying youth, I have no regrets!