We were young
We didn’t know anything, but we just loved to laugh
Why did our laughing grandparents become so old
We once loved Laugh
Laughing at yourself for not knowing anything
But the moon who just loves to laugh bends down
But everyone who just loves to smile is baffled< /p>
We were young
Don’t believe anything but listen to nothing
Just careless
Young age
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But I always like to say that we were young once
I don’t know anything, but I just love to laugh
Why are my grandparents so old?
We used to love to laugh
Laughing at ourselves and knowing nothing
But we just loved to smile. The moon bent down
But we just loved to smile. Everyone was baffled
We were young
We didn’t believe anything but couldn’t listen to anything
We were just careless
Once upon a time
At that time, the clear years passed like birds flying over
A bright red color
Then
were blown away by the breeze Blown away in the air
What is left is only a scar
◇.⒏Abandoned⒏Li answer acceptance rate: 10.8% 2008-12-06 03: 53
Somehow, I suddenly remembered the melody of "Youth". I remembered that when the pomegranate flowers bloomed every year in college, this song seemed to be played over and over again on the school radio. The air at that time was filled with sadness of parting. Sometimes I would stop and listen quietly. Although I couldn't distinguish the lyrics, tears quietly filled my eyes during the melody. Quickly google it, there it is.
Faint clouds, faint tears, faint years and years
Entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk
The passing wind, the passing dreams Years passed by year after year
With a little joy of wandering, I just left like this and never came back
I like these lyrics, those words belong to youth and sing for youth, Clouds, tears, wind, dreams and wandering. A guitar and a singer singing in the wind can easily stir up all the melancholy, confusion and sadness about youth deep in your heart.
I still remember when I was a freshman, I always felt as if I had been sentenced to four years in prison. I didn’t know when I would graduate and have real freedom. But how do you know that the best times always go the fastest. Suddenly looking back. In my memory, I only have the fresh branches and leaves swaying so freshly in the new sunshine after the rain on campus. I couldn't sit still in the classroom, so I rode a broken bicycle given by the principal, took my books to the small island in the center of Guihu Lake, I read a book with a newspaper spread on the grass, and soon fell asleep in the sun with the book on my head. A gust of wind blew across the lake, and I woke up suddenly but didn't know where I was for a long time.
Will there still be such a pleasant time with no worries? I shook my head and sighed. In addition to being sentimental, it is still sentimental.
It is such a beautiful and memorable age, it is so easy to believe in love, it is so easy to shed tears for love, and I write down my thoughts for love one after another. This song fills the memory of that time with a youthful rhythm. Squandering the years that belong to you, waiting for your own romance. Unconsciously, the pomegranate flower bloomed for the fourth time. We are leaving too.
Considering myself to be strong, I laughed and said goodbye to everyone at the school gate. Hugging each other and joking about meeting each other someday. After loading my simple luggage and sitting in the taxi, suddenly and out of control, I burst into tears. Tears are like floods. The crying made the dozen or so people outside the car lose their composure. We were separated by the car window, holding hands in the rain of tears. I still couldn't control it until my friend next to me asked me to move the car.
Why should I cry? Years later I have been trying to give myself a reply. I don’t think I can give up this time of youth that is like a movie after a movie. I will never be able to go back to such a transparent state of mind, such a carefree life in the lush campus according to my own wishes. Only when I was about to leave did I know Everything familiar before my eyes will no longer belong to me. . .
At this time, my eyes were actually wet again. At this time, I remembered again the big boy who always sang "Love in the Wind" with his guitar in the school's annual art festival or other activities. At that time, they were so young, frank, and irresistible that people could not help but fall in love with them.
When time
and beauty
have become sighs in the dust of travel
In your sentimental eyes
There are old tears
The age of believing in love
Let me recall it often in my life
(_苐⒍鱤℡﹖ 2008-12-08 11:29