Youth sigh

Youth sighs - after reading "The bed is the grave of youth"

I am as strong as you, and I am trying my best to chase my dreams. Even if I am injured, even if there are storms, there will be charming fragrance after the storm. A long song, a movie that has not ended for a long time, a novel hidden under the desk, has a strong youthful atmosphere, forgive me for not listening to this song, after watching this movie, finished reading This novel is just a youthful slow-moving step on the top of my head. I understand that we are constantly practicing in youth and become brave and strong. This journey can be called growth. "Youth is no regrets" says "Growth is the balance of sorrow and nostalgia. When it tilts down, the sounds of those nights that have lost their eyes should be comforted." Who was attending the grand youth dance. Jumping a youthful solo dance, and finally ended. Like the young birds, they don’t come back. But youth will not be "sole alone". There will always be a friend who deserves to be with you to go to the feast of youth. Youth does not have to experience love. It is just waiting for us to look back at youth and feel that we have not lived up to the dawn of the time. Unfortunately, this is inevitable. I have not grown up, I have grown up. The old things that are scattered are still brewing there quietly, but I can't pick out what I call growth, and my youth is not finished. How can I know the later chapters, have I grown up? On campus, those students who are studying at the desk can't find a little free. It seems a bit like "too lost the soul", but there is still a landscape - in the evening, at dusk, Shihe and the Seventh Anniversary are accompanied by watching the sunset on the top of the teaching building. The bloody clouds are spreading all the way to the depths of the sky. There is also a good friend, Qinghuai, who has thrown away all the world, riding on a grassland that is as vast as a dream, the sunset is like blood, and the unknown river flowing along the silk into the distance is deep into the embrace of the earth, like a child dreaming of a horse. Pillow on the Qixing River and fall asleep. The sand in the hourglass shed without regret, and the footsteps of youth are far away. I am counting down on myself. I don’t understand what is going on in the world. I don’t understand how to do it right now. Bing Xin said, “Successful flowers, people always envy its beauty, but do not know its buds, soaked the tears of struggle, sprinkled all sacrifices. The blood rain. "Our little flowers are thriving and are facing the difficult setbacks that will fall to life. I hope that our efforts will be rewarded with harvest. I saw the answer to youth, but I couldn't tell the proof. I know that there are still many unknowns in youth. After reading the letter to the district for seven years, I realized that youth is limitless. In the newsletter sent by Qiuqiu, I realized that we are all standing at a new beginning. The old city ran through the seven years of juveniles. The young boy of Shaocheng is also himself. The youth who were squandered in the last seven years were vented. Their youth is full of confusion, so that they learned to be silent and tolerant, and learned responsibility and commitment. That is the youth's fading, the dissipation of youth, but the old sweet and sour taste gives more sweet memories in the future. The sun is still far away, but there must be the sun. Strengthening the belief in the heart, although the success or failure is common, it still gives us the experience of treasures. There is parting in youth, and I am most afraid of parting. That kind of embarrassment is difficult. I asked her if she ever wanted to come to the youth to find the old man and not to leave. My mother licked her lips and laughed. I have no more beautiful silence than this. When I was young, my mother took out a pen and wrote a sentence: Goodbye, I know that if there is no parting, there will be no attachment to growth. I know this is the seven-year-old "Flower Blue" youth aria, I am like you, sighing in the song, can not be prevented and broken, quiet, chasing, squatting, is the growth.

Second day: Zhao Yun