Youth is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky and the charming ocean.
Profound, vast and full of fantasy.
Youth is green, like green bamboo and open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vitality.
Youth is red, like burning flames, like the rising sun.
Vibrant and full of hope, willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth.
Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and moon, white and flawless.
Like a piece of white paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless. Like the wind, it is ever-changing, and like the fog, it is gorgeous and charming.
If you indulge it, you will regret it for the rest of your life; control it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. If you have it, you will have a colorful life.
Youth is a beautiful poem and a moving song.
Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.
Youth
Are the clouds still lingering in the sky?
But the flower of youth blooms without hesitation?
Someone said?
The petals of youth treasured in the album of life
Perhaps they are just?
A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?
A heart-warming one Smile?
I want to say?
The light of youth?
Will it be very bright when it rises?
Youthful Flowers?
Will they shine after experiencing wind, frost, snow and rain?
The process of youth?
Only after continuous struggle can a magnificent chapter be written
Youth is a song
A song that never gives up
Youth is a river
A river that never stops
Youth is a book
Youth is a book you can never tire of reading
Youth is a cup
Youth is a cup of endless tea
Youth is a house
Standing on the peak of the forest of nations
Carving the footprints of thousands of young people
Youth is a pagoda of knowledge
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people
Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously
Tested by wind and rain
Youth is a bud that is about to bloom
I want to show my unique style to the world
I use a passionate heart
Heart of Youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is the poem of youth
There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn
The sun is still burning warmly
The infatuated sparrow confides his autumn thoughts beside the dormitory
Lonely me
Sitting next to the familiar teaching building< /p>
Accompany the still setting sun
See
The hands of time
The earthen wall that has eroded youth
No more The laughter of youth
How lonely the sky must be
Looking at the scenery of life from afar
The ups and downs of feeling
All of them come
Brothers sleeping on the upper bunk
You at the same table
Are you still whispering the whispers you once had
The leaves of acacia have fallen one after another< /p>
The heart is still intoxicated for a long time
On the school road shaded by white magnolia
There is a flood of car bells
Countless young students pass by
Never stop
The sunshine is like words
My affectionate eyes are moistened
Waving my hand
Goodbye Jingjing Campus
In the bitter cup filled with coffee
I began to look for
the taste of white sugar cubes