However, just as you can't think with a frozen heart in spring, how can people cherish the beautiful time that comes like a flood every day and recedes like a low tide when they are young?
If the solemn snowy area can make people meditate and feel nature and life with a simple heart, then the turn of spring and summer is too noisy, full of temptation, flashy, too many choices, too many troubles, too many colorful colors, too many noisy voices ... In the dazzling eyes, in the involuntary dance, the mind often snores! When the color faded and the sound faded, I realized that the years of youth had already been lengthened and the boiling river was drifting away. ...
Youth is a huge wealth, but when it suddenly appears in front of us, it is often the lush grass on the hillside and the floating clouds on the top of the mountain that attract our attention. When I tried to mine the gold mine buried under my feet, I found that my legs were old and my pickaxe was rusty. ...
Isn't there a fairy standing by the winding mountain road, guiding the young pioneers and revealing wise words to them? Yes, the immortal leaning on the stick of Chenopodium must be staring at you with a smile when you hurry up the mountain. He really wants you to know the significance of hitting the earth with his stick, and he is even looking forward to it. You can listen to him, he wants to see the vicissitudes of his heart! In fact, he may be impatient with his inner anxiety, and his words have already been exported. Unfortunately, Jin Yu was lost in the rebellious wind. ...
Maybe you won't believe it, this fairy may be a parent, a teacher, or a good-hearted person who passed you by!
Perhaps, they all carry a treasure map that is ready to pay for free. However, when it was time to study, the young treasure hunters never got it; When I want to read it, time has erased the handwriting on the painting.
After the kite of youth falls, I can't help feeling the dream of blue sky! When the pages of youth turn yellow, I can't help reading and reading with tears. Youth is a hasty book. ...