Who tore up the dream of youth 1
We've all been there. Once.
The recklessness of young people.
Have plenty of physical support.
Always carefree
Run to that distant place
Is to realize your youth dream.
Now I remember.
Is it a little frivolous?
If youth can stay
If someone guides you,
Touch the white clouds by plane
It may not be empty.
But youth goes by with the years.
Never stopped.
It's not because you're tired.
Don't go.
Too much disappointment when I was young.
finally
selective
Only escape from this world
Youth can't stay 2
Want to hurry
It is an extravagant hope.
Will slip away from you inadvertently.
It left no trace.
What we are left with is only regret and sadness.
The story of the past
hear nothing of
I can only remember it intermittently.
Such status quo and actions
That's why.
Who is in charge?
This is a sigh of history
Or to yourself?
A knot wrapped in the heart
Only in dreams.
When I wake up laughing in my dream.
Just understand.
Do not cherish time.
It is the sorrow of fate.
I didn't know until later.
It's hard to recreate the past.
Although you can't bear it.
You can't keep time.
Wave your hand.
Say goodbye to yesterday's troubles
Youth can't stay
The years are still not old.
won't forget
It is the infinite beauty of youth.
Youth troubles 3
Youth flies, infinite arrogance.
In the year of weak crown, Guanghua has gathered.
Take the road of memory
Recall the past
those years
Floating in front of your eyes like a mirror image
All human feelings
The joys and sorrows of life
If you think deeply,
Be content with the status quo? Work hard?
When you wake up, where are you going?
Go to Qiu Lai in spring.
Youth is no longer young.
See the sunset glow
Meditate on the rest of my life
Sleeping youth 4
Fall asleep in lazy spring
Like a coquettish woman
remove one's make-up
It and its dreams
Xia's long-cherished wish
Close your eyes.
Imagine the lost face
A little regret
That is the smiling face of her youth.
spread
Eyeful green
Looking for her shadow
No time to blink.
Find a bright red one
Pick up the fragments of spring
A petal in the green leaves withered.
heavy
A faint scent
Be surprised at being disturbed unintentionally
Slightly secretly pleased.
carefully
Put it in a thick
The last page of the book
Round it a beautiful dream.
Aromatic dispersion
Indulge in words
"Youth does not complain about parting" 5
Youth is like this, slightly confused and slightly sad, shaking his head in the breeze and looking into the distance. My direction has been scattered all the way back, with a little smile and mottled tears.
Who is it, the beautiful image of reading in front of the window makes me unforgettable, who takes me to sleep before going to bed at night,
Who is it? I bullied her and cried her eyes red.
Who scratched my school uniform while I was sleeping, who was always arrogant,
who is it? Say it, but cry. I always make way, make way, make way!
Yesterday, I saw you put the love letter into the photo frame. Yesterday, I quietly buried your sadness.
Yesterday, you said I didn't hate it anymore, and finally I was a little human.
Yesterday, I sat at the coffee table with you for the first time. Yesterday, you asked me what our tomorrow would be like.
Yesterday I said I was lonely for you, and you said you gave up prosperity for me. Now it is, forget it, forget it!
Youth doesn't complain about parting.
Youth 6
Say goodbye to the silence that has never been seen before.
I took my soul out of my body.
Fingertips across the lush years.
Blue thoughts with moonlight in their eyes
Through the boundless emptiness
Accumulate years bit by bit.
In my memory
Who disappeared and left?
Flowing on the back of the annual rings
The moment I turned around made me cry.
Pick up unforgettable old age.
I decorate the pink secret with my thoughts.
Smell the brilliant corydalis with the tip of your nose.
Time is rippling in the white of youth.
Skip the joy of not getting dirty.
Cross out the oath with a stroke of the pen.
In my life.
Who has ever broken the ripples?
A mottled and jagged outline
The moment of disappearance makes me empty.
If we meet to forget.
Youth is a mess.
I don't know whose mood.
Stop between your lips
Be covered by years
Leave a gap so that the lake is no longer shallow.
Can I say it again?
Youth is so refreshing.
Withered youth 7
youth
busy
The tide rises and falls.
Hurriedly end
Not as sad as I thought,
No lingering infatuation
No lost tears
Only the sigh of the sky
can't bear/stand
Everything is so calm.
Peace makes you want to cry,
But I can't cry
When young
I cried and laughed.