About you, it is a ray of sunshine in your long memory.
About me, it's a song of lush years,
About our youth,
About our story,
This is a flowering moment in each other's lives,
Short and beautiful.
Who was it?
Willow folds a story.
Where is it?
The snow blurred into a picture.
Once. When?
The stars and the moon light up the whole night sky.
Past 500 times
The passing of this life
Five million past lives.
This life's mutual affection.
Sanshengshipan
The universe was formed in a state of chaos and darkness.
Young people's faces
be in love with each other
Never get old.
Without the flowers, time flies.
The vicissitudes of time mottled the depth of memory;
Running water does not return, time flies,
Wind and rain are impermanent and indifferent to the warmth of the sun.
done
Our youth,
Flowers bloom into tea.
The willow folded to the bottom of the branch.
Flower withers and willow withers.
Turn the body of youth
Go ahead
I will go too.
Since then, my world,
Summer, hot and depressing;
Winter is cold and dark;
Without spring and autumn,
No sowing and harvesting;
Your world,
In spring, the dust is fierce;
Autumn, frost,
Without Xia Dong,
No warmth and expectation;
My world,
Day, dark fog;
Ground, dry and chapped;
Without light and moisture,
Only the sky is dark;
Your world,
During the day, I feel sleepy;
Night, sleepless all night;
Without time and logic,
Can only be reversed in black and white;
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youth
A body as thin as a cicada.
With the oath in my heart,
This is a memorial to the memory of the dead.
Farewell, former bosom friend,
Say goodbye to the past youth.
Wave and say you can't see,
My lost youth.
Dry your tears and start over. I am on my way.
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You and me in life
How many years have passed, and how many feelings can I have without being tired?
Let me worry and make me happy.
Let me miss you forever
Right or wrong.
Fate is doomed to escape.
Don't worry, don't lament.
True love is infallible.
How I want to turn back.
I can't let you go.
I can't, let your
Life without me.
Unexpectedly, I can't forget it.
I can't let you do anything without consulting.
Go, go, stay, stay.
Go or stay. I want you.
Be convinced in my heart
Go like this, fight like this.
I will do it all my life.
Walk with you
Whether it's windy or rainy.
Hold your hand.
Let's go together. ......
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Youth is the watchful eye of Bai Yutang.
Small watch
Small and strong
calmly
Bai Yutang forgot yesterday.
Come in a hurry
hurry away
Youth is coming.
With the countercurrent of inferiority.
Go back slowly
Dare not expect.
Even for a moment.
Our youth used to be beautiful.
All blood breeds beauty.
All the goodness has returned to youth.
Gradually
Bai Yutang stuck his head out.
Swing in the breeze
Life and years interweave into a sad rain.
drop by drop
Wash away the glory of youth without saying a word.
Once the courage gradually turned into a black ball.
As the cold wind turns
Gradually from the window
Roll down silently.
With the stubbornness peculiar to young people
Slowly
Bai Yutang's pain stopped our stubborn youth in the world of mortals.
Who wants to put youth
Become a statue
Let others fly overhead.
But I feel no hope.
in the past
The beauty of wild rose always feels too monotonous.
But now
But it makes people feel a little extravagant.
What I've always wanted to achieve
But I don't know what it is.
Everything I longed for gradually became a kind of oppression.
When we meet unexpectedly,
I dare not look back.
Because I believe we will go back together.
When I suddenly looked back,
The train of life has gone.
The other side is empty.
Endless brocade
Empty tears
Youth is so ridiculous.
Torture yourself with endless pain
When I was shocked,
Gradually stiff heart only pain.
The obsession with life has also turned into a fire.
Burning. .
And then slowly disappear.
All the losses and memories
Has become the color of wild roses.
Only when you learn to understand youth.
Facing the lies I told before
People who have been hurt.
But now
When death and sadness happen at the same time
When light meets hope
We are standing here.
Standing on the asymptotic line of youth
A 90-degree arc drawn by the thumb
Is the most perfect gesture of youth.
I hope
Wild roses are in full bloom.
A little more to break the wind and fly
Don't go with the flow.
When the unprovoked Jinse is bounced again
When thoughts dye people's hearts.
When the roses bloom again
Little youth
Small and tenacious
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Wake up in a strange city,
Your name is still on my lips.
I'm thousands of miles away from you,
I also know that,
Sixteen-year-old flowers only bloom once.
-Xi Murong's Sixteen-year-old Flower Season
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The footsteps of youth
Youth, hazy rainy season.
Youth, a glorious season.
The footsteps of years mercilessly swept away youth.
What life has left us,
What is left is the joys and sorrows of the past.
Time flies like water, but what you can't keep is time.
The past is like smoke, but what can't be left is the appearance.
In the blink of an eye, youth has gone away.
Instantly eternal, the bottom of my heart is helpless.
Youth is a beautiful memory,
Youth is a beautiful scenery.
Youth is a ray of sadness in memory.
Youth lingers in tears.
Youth is an intoxicating poem, and the memory of life is unforgettable.
Youth is a glass of wine, the more it is brewed, the more mellow it becomes. Whether it is bitter or sweet, we must taste it ourselves.
Youth only belongs to us once, only once. Cherish that precious youth.
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Flower of youth, thank you.
Open the diary with yellow cover, and the calm mood shines into a ray of sunshine. ...
Have you forced yourself to get used to being ignored? Is it because I am too silent? Every time, it is always forgotten in the corner, just like a dusty sculpture covered with a thick layer of dust. No one knows that there is a beating heart hidden in that corner. ...
I keep asking, what did I do wrong? Every time everything is not as smooth as expected, the final result is always unsatisfactory. What's the use of regret when you know the result?
Always silently reflect on what I did wrong, and ask myself more than once, am I really a person abandoned by fate?
I don't know how much effort I have made to do everything well, to pursue perfection, and to try not to let my youth leave regrets. However, I failed again and again, beating my heart coldly in front of the cold keyboard, but I was always strong enough not to let tears flow down. Do you know the sound of tears hitting the keyboard? That kind of voice, really sad, is the coldest voice in the world, with no color but tears. ...
Wearing a hypocritical, strong mask, let the world think that I have long been accustomed to the boredom of life, the helplessness of the world, my smallness, and the blow of society ... However, whenever I face failure, I always feel a melancholy feeling. ...
There is a cold heart in the cold moonlight, bleeding and staying in the corner of fate. I can't see a ray of sunshine. Where is the hope?
On the way, I have been wandering, as if waiting for someone, someone to talk to, but I didn't wait …
The world is so cruel, I don't know how many times. I sighed like this. Yes, a person is too young. In the vast universe, human beings think they can change the world, but they don't know that they are too small to even compare with an ant ... can they change the cruel reality around them? If so, why is there a word "sadness" in the world? If everything goes well, why talk about life? Can what others have done be changed? If you can, then why are there slanderers in the world?
Can't change, not qualified to take care of other people's affairs, not qualified to comment on other people's mistakes, not qualified to order others to do things according to their own wishes. ...
This world, if you can't change it, you choose to escape and find a life that can make you happy, a really happy life. ...
Give yourself a smile, okay?
Life in a hurry, looking forward to a smile, like a sweet spring flowing into my heart, illuminating my lonely corner. ...
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The imprint and embrace of youth.
Looking at each other from a distance, the beautiful image remains the same. Ning, look in the building, want to be poor. Good clothes are better than Iraqis.
what can I do? There is a gap. Well, I'm afraid I don't know either. Dark ridicule, naturally with the wind. She said, "Even believe that there is a lie hidden in the middle."
I think the so-called love is to deceive yourself how beautiful you are again and again, and then gradually expose the lies that have been sown over time, and so on ... Memories slowly drift around, unable to wake up the original beating picture. The burial of history, the helplessness of the past, all gone! Many familiar faces and cheeks in the past have now only become a string of strange numbers. Silly innocence, slowly spreading, slowly discovering, gradually drifting away ... Deviating from the original track may be another ending.
The melody of thoughts and memories is gently harmonious, dancing into a song that belongs to us only. The town was misty and rainy, and the two of them outlined it with their fingers. Youth must be spent hard, but not squandered.
I was sincere to you, but you skipped it, making me believe in fate. My IQ can't understand the emotion on your face, and my eyelashes are covered with tears, and I slowly fall to the ground with disappointment. In fact, you don't know that I have my own stubbornness, but I was blinded by the connivance of the past. Have you ever missed that last summer, we finally fell in love hard, and the paper plane gave us the courage to dream. Think of the romance, like the tenderness you gave me, like the intoxicating warmth in my arms, like the fragrance on my hands. In fact, love will be very simple, happiness will be too sudden, and those who promise easily can only linger in memories forever … In fact, I am not sad, but pale words can't write my strength. The pen tip vibrates gently, and the gorgeous words decorate the empty sadness, which grows, entangles the heart and dances the broken youth. I have been afraid to easily evoke the rising radian of the corners of my mouth for fear of hurting my lips. It is necessary to write a little love poem because the words used to be so immature. If you move too much, it will become dull and natural. I haven't walked that road for a long time. Now, I can only walk slowly step by step. Memories become lonely one by one and enjoy a person's silence. When I miss you, I will lie on the grass and look at the sky, so that the tears of missing will not fall.
Under the dim light, there is a cold feeling of loneliness. Henkel is suddenly so empty, and I count my sorrows alone. Rain stays in the sky, like tears hovering in the eyes. Maybe we can see each other one last time. Youth dies with a smiling face, and your memories dry up into sand in a bottle. My stage stopped noisy and waited for the dusk when I left. So obsessed with the beauty of the sunset, perhaps knowing that it is about to die, in fact, the tenderness shed by the lazy sunrise is also worth cherishing. I am comfortable and quiet, and I like to join in the fun. Doesn't mean I like the noise of life. Staring at the sky, quietly looking at the vast and simple life in the distance, don't want to arrange it tightly, leave some leisure time to remember and yearn for …15 Highway is coming to an end, ready to shoot at any time, what theme song will you sing for your new play alone? Left, right, choose. It is a dull or passionate aftertaste. Sorry, I can't accompany you. I'm the only one on the way home. Maybe, I don't want to enjoy it too much, but I have some regrets. When I come back after many years, I will draw another circle. Friendship is retrogressive. Counting the past, interesting things in the past will make me bend my mouth, but if you want to graduate and you want to leave, I can only stay in my mind. Can you leave the last page blank until I write my blessings …
My heart is as clear as the moon, there are some empty clouds in Wan Li, and those trivial things are like stars, which are bothering my heart. Only by closing your eyes can you see happiness, the sweetness smelled in the air, and the taste of loss silently. Is the echo of missing a happy melody?
The feeling of self-confidence is gradually coming back, and I will try my best to find that worn pride. Those before were just jokes, but I was as stupid as a treasure. I always think I can perfect my feelings, but you often magnify reality. I have tried and struggled painfully, but fate is so indifferent to me. Familiar we meet by chance, and then, strange choices pass by, leaving only a string of past that can't be found back. I think it will take some time for me to lose my memory, wake up from my dream and begin to forget! I buried my anger in my heart, silently touched the scars you gave me, barely suppressed my emotional depression, and turned around and hugged my body temperature. Deliberately forgetting a person's taste is black ink spilled on your body, just like a black lotus, which blooms gently and then hurts your heart. My right hand tried to touch a faint breath, but I couldn't feel the courage to survive, completely lost the chance of recovery, young feelings stopped breathing, the funeral of the rose quietly landed, and the beauty in my memory drifted away ... Maybe, I really forgot! All the memories can't piece together your appearance. When my hand touches the city with you, I can't remember that beautiful face anymore.
I forgot when my diary was full of reprinted words, because I was afraid that my memories would be full of you. Once, you always gave me the illusion of beauty, the temptation of angels, mixed with charming aftertaste. And love, like cherry blossoms, is fascinating and exhilarating at first, but in the end it will make you pay a cruel price. Therefore, don't be silly to touch the restless soul with your own innocence. The injured eyes like children make people feel distressed and can only be silly every day. Sorry, naked, some cruel, bloody romance. Looking back, I'm really sorry, but in my memory, without you …
In fact, I had hoped to wash the sky well and wash the ugliness and dirt in my memory. The body trembled slightly, and it was more comfortable to get wet. I burned a mirage with matches to escape the heavy rain. After a long wait, you will feel that at the moment of death, there is no more fear, only more nostalgia and disappointment ... The melody is drifting away and slowly entering the ending. No matter how deep and high the ending is, the emotion of missing will sprout and grow, and it will always arrive at the appointed time. Broken youth, a little faint broken dream. . . ? ;
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Bet on youth
About those innocent years, we still have a little left, but when years really erase innocence, how much is left of our so-called youth?
In the early summer of June, the sun is like fire, passing through the atmosphere, crossing the sky and reflecting directly and impartially on the earth. At that time, we were still facing a lot of glistening paper crazily. Want to hate, but don't know how to hate, or we don't even have a chance to hate. I don't know if this is sad. Others say that people don't waste their youth, but are there really so many years to allow us to be crazy?
In those days when there is no day or night, we bury our heads in white paper. Others say that it is a waste of time on a pile of dead things, or that we are wasting our youth. But youth really doesn't allow us to waste. We can spend hundreds of thousands, but youth is gone forever. Dare you waste it? I dare not.
When the sultry heat from the fan brings to your skin, do you feel bored or even want to get angry? I will think, I will want to throw away the test paper, leave this classroom quickly, go home quickly, turn on the air conditioner, lie down and go to sleep quickly. But once you close your eyes, those horrible words are like pinching your neck. Wake up. Then, out of instinct, instinct of survival, instinct of freedom, I woke up again.
Still burying your head in the paper, going to the toilet to wash your face and writing with a pen are all the same actions. What are you waiting for? I don't know. When I know, it may be next autumn, or longer. We are looking for too many things, so we decided to waste our youth to make a bet on the biggest one in life. If we lose, we will admit it. If we win, we will go crazy.
Or now, I don't even know what to write. All I know is that I want to win this unpredictable game. We should be manipulators and farmers. Only in this way can we restore the color of abandoned youth.