Poetry about Juvenile Responsibility and Youth Ideal

"Perhaps, indeed, youth is the only way of life.

Youth is a net interwoven with tears and laughter, troubles and feelings.

Youth is synonymous with fantasy.

The season of youth is a complicated period. He has long lost his childishness and gained a mature charm.

Perhaps this is the case, we are always eager for the innocence of the soul, but we have to accept those worldly things.

The fantasy of youth is no longer just a fairy tale. My mind has taken a step forward, and I began to look at the long scrolls of ancient and modern history, watching the flowers bloom in front of the court and the clouds rolling out of the window.

Youth is synonymous with reason.

In the age of youth, the responsibility lies in the ideal survival. I know the concept of "people can't help themselves in rivers and lakes".

In the face of those who ask for help in the street, I began to be more vigilant.

Because I really don't know what I will meet at the next intersection.

The human heart is sinister and the world is cold.

Being cheated again and again, let me not overflow with sympathy.

In the face of all this, I understand the responsibility I have to shoulder, the kind of responsibility that I was born with but didn't understand until I was young.

In rational thinking, there are also heavy responsibilities and difficulties in pursuing dreams.

Youth is synonymous with rebellion.

The season of youth is always mixed, and we are in the same boat.

I began to learn their cool behavior. When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag, turned on the computer, sat on the stool and waved, and entered the game state.

My parents have been nagging, but it is useless and I am still addicted to it.

Gradually, I am tired and tired, and I will return to normal.

Only to find that all this has passed away too quickly, and the past can no longer be retained, so we can only open our hearts to face it.

Time goes by, suddenly looking back.

Obviously, it's all too soon. What disappeared yesterday is long gone today.

Through the rainy season, wind and rain depend on each other, but those years never come again.