As time goes by, youth is gone. In the fear of falling, people need it but solve the eternal mystery. However, the power of love creates all kinds of immortality. Cold tears in rainy nights, passionate begging in the sunny world, all loveliness, don't all come from this impulsive season of human beings-youth.
Love grass in spring creates a refreshing green world; Love cicada in summer makes it simple and short; The infatuation with fallen leaves in autumn has ended the indifferent spirit of no regrets; In winter, I fell in love with a lonely goose, leaving an unforgettable time. ...
Yes, we should not be stingy with youth.
Even if she is a book that is too hasty, should we savor it carefully? Even though she is a tree without rings, should we keep her forever?
Perhaps, youth has no complaints, and youth has no regrets. What can we expect?
Youth is the sun in the morning. She was radiant and dazzling, and all the gloom and gloom were expelled by her.
Youth is bitter fleabane bitter fleabane vitality, hope never dies, and courage to walk the line is also the most brilliant color in life. ...