Those youths have quietly grown old; Do you remember those dreams?
Youth is just a beautiful word, but I don't know where it is. Perhaps it is because of youth that we enjoy youth. Perhaps because I am young, I have illusions about everything. Sometimes, I fantasize about how beautiful reality is, and I really want to integrate into real life and feel everything at once. The youth years on campus have a wonderful youth time. I am so happy that I can't feel the cruelty of reality until now. When I look back suddenly, some mottled memories have been fragmented and can no longer be pieced together. In our life, youth is also getting old quietly. It is getting farther and farther away from us, blurring our realization and forgetting the direction of the road ahead. -
Youth is a cruel word. But I don't understand why it is cruel. Perhaps because of maturity, I know cruelty. Perhaps it is because of maturity that youth is slowly forgotten. Looking back occasionally, I find that I have deviated from the track and got closer and closer to reality, so that I lost that innocence. -
The dream seems very heavy. We can hardly breathe. Sometimes I even want to leave it and go to an unknown place alone. Unconsciously, dreams grow with us, and the more we grow up, the heavier we get. The greater the pressure on our shoulders, the less we will slow down. This season will soon leave us, but we still stay where we are, still guarding those distant dreams.
Once upon a time, dreams brought us closer to reality and brought us back to our original appearance. We are getting closer to reality. In the cruel reality, dreams are distorted and trite. Inadvertently, gradually deviated from us. We can choose to be a selfish person, even if we have nothing. Then, one day, I suddenly realized that I had become very realistic. So I have to pick up those broken dreams again. Those old pasts have gone to blowing in the wind. After the rain, what we see is not sunshine or rainbow, but a gray sky without a trace of color.
After the flowers bloom, youth disappears. Those dreams that can't be, go with the wind, leaving no trace. But in our hearts, there are still some broken traces. People often say that we have capital because we are young. But youth can't stand profligacy, and maybe one day dreams will disappear with the passage of time. One day, we will grow old.
In life, we should not be sentimental. Sadness and happiness are just a form. Years have taken away youth, which is beautiful to others, but it has little practical significance. It's not too late to struggle, because you have a dream in your heart. Even though the years have passed, the fighting spirit in my heart will never die out. It's like kindling. As long as the temperature in my heart does not go out, it will burn more and more brightly.
Let's accept the past, accept ourselves, bring our dreams and quietly start a journey of our own. ...