Prose recitation about youth wakes up alone in the middle of the night, and the moonlight is buried deep under the power of black holes! Covered the light of youth! The darkness of the sky drowned the wasted years, and finally youth staged like a farce and was buried under the bed at night! Became the grave of youth!
It's just that the night is too dark and too wide! I have carved a black seal in the years, and I don't care about the traces of wasted time! In the middle of the night, you curl your head in the bed and stare at the screen happily, forgetting time, years, responsibilities and youth! Then, your view of youth is wrong!
In the dark, quietly listening to the heartbeat, looking for the abandoned sunshine? But the dark night sky deprives you of this ridiculous hope! Thoughts lengthen the hesitant figure, you put down the program and left a sad smile! At the moment, it's boring. You'd better hide under the covers and have this early funeral. Build your grave!
This night, the moonlight you longed for didn't come, and you couldn't stand the loneliness brought by the night. Finally, you threw tomorrow into the darkness of the night. No matter how strong the morning sun is, it divides the loneliness of the soul! Tidying under the quilt is not suitable for the darkness outside the window? Time clearly tells you that you missed the space!
Even if you dress up in the bed at night, you don't want to write on the drawing paper during the day! Because you don't remember the word future. One day, you will find that the sad scar has been left on you and cannot be removed. But you don't remember how you got the scar. Even if there is, it's just sadness!
After a night, the night is excitedly collecting your sad tears! You just don't know.
Maybe you had a youthful dream at night, and the bed is your witness. Then you are very excited and continue to build your tall and horrible grave under the covers. Tired and sleepy, in the morning, the sun shines gently on your cheek, but you forget that there is a late promise in the dark. Perhaps when the night quietly recedes, it also takes away absurd promises!
Although you want to wash the sky, enlarge the missed years and be as gentle as a lover, time has passed quietly. All you can do is touch the scar on the same night, gloomy and sad! It is not only youth but also life that is buried under the covers. You can't save the wrong youth in the dark!
Now, pick up the random personality in the years, open the bed and slide down the sad tears. Run to find the years that are reincarnated by time. Look for an exit, because there will be the next mountain after youth.
Night, has been wrong with youth, bed buried it. Don't miss the road to the next reincarnation!
The second part of youth recitation is to move forward in constant choice. There are wind and rain, crying and laughing, flattening and folding, and there are various ways, ups and downs, before we realize the real taste.
"Iron tents and flowing soldiers", the retired monsoon blows the barracks, and the sadness of parting will touch your heart and mine. In this season, how many memories of military years have been precipitated.
"Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan?" For the dream of the army, we assembled the military flag, groped in the training ground, polished the steel guns in our hands with loyalty and persistence, loaded the bullets, and released the dream of youth on the road to strengthening the army.
Today's parting is for a better reunion tomorrow. My dearest comrade-in-arms, no matter how difficult the road is tomorrow, we have gained strength and confidence, dreams and strength, loyalty and faith in the melting pot of the military camp. Please adhere to the spirit of "a wolf warrior for one day, a wolf warrior for life".
Youth is the fire in life, which will light up our life. Today's energy will hold up your sky. Don't take a negative attitude towards youth, so as to achieve your ultimate goal. Let's remember those bloody days together, leave all our unhappiness in yesterday and all our hopes in tomorrow, pack up and start again, roll up our sleeves and work hard, and reap life on another road.
Farewell, brothers, may you leave the barracks and travel around the world, and the teenagers return.
Farewell, brother, may you go to the society, fight the sky and return to be a soldier.