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This little thing of youth, Ye Naiming, the seventh (1) class of the Fifth Middle School of Yubei Town, Yongjia County



The little things of youth have gone from now to now, and more than a decade has passed. Young we have already stayed in the empty tunnel in the memory spacecraft. In reality, we only left ourselves ignorant.
I haven't come yet and say goodbye to the childhood that I have left. Youth has been walking at a brisk pace, wearing a cute dress with a sweet smile. Quietly came to me.
This little thing of youth, accompanied by sentimentality, ushered in a lively and exciting time in this period of dreaming, but also with melancholy and confused.
Carrying a cheerful tune, carrying a heavy bag, and taking a vigorous step, came to the classroom. The roar of the rumble, the sound of reading, the harsh reprimand of the teacher, and the miscellaneous porridge. Look at the first row and find your seat. I am like a mountain king who has returned from victory, and squats to his throne, for fear that others will grab it.
"Hey, you, you, and you, go to the cleaning." Several naughty scammers followed my decree and went out with me. For a time, I tamed a few tricksters, and made him "dumb to eat berberine - there is no hardship to say."
The "bell bell" was in class. Sitting in the position, taking out the textbook and listening to the teacher. From time to time, with the teacher, it seems to play a harmonious symphony. Every time after class, I always like to turn right to the position around the forty-five degree angle. "Oh, it turned out to be a child who is not sensible!" I often said to them in such a tone. Looking at it again, but it will flash with extremely embarrassed eyes. "I will definitely exceed you, you give me a wait." Oh, I am a good person.
After school, walking on the road, sometimes thinking about myself as a person, a little bit of sorrow in my heart rushed to my heart, sometimes confused.
The night fell, the night shrouded the earth, and the pain was not dark. I, but it is difficult to move forward in the dark.
I feel like a familiar figure. Oh, it’s just a shadow of the tree. Hey, youth is really worrying and melancholy. The bright and bright light flashed across my cheeks, fast and without losing luster.
Sometimes I have the urge to think about everything, look to the future, look at the sky, think about where my future will be. Look at the land, how can I live today? Now, just a person, quietly thinking about it, just a stupid child, lost in confusion. I also tried to leave the grief of the past, oh this future... How long does it take for my dream to wake up?
dream! I want to fly with you and fly to the distant and unpredictable horizon... look back at everything. A smile, if only a smile, can you show disappointment, despair, depression, confusion?
I think, listening to the song, humming, composing music, looking at the sky. Quietly hit the waist with the youth "狠狠"...
I think that youth is really beautiful, but I often come to worry. We want to play the youth waltz like Mozart. Maybe youth, this little thing really brings us too much. Let the sentimental and shared sentimentality share this youthful sentiment, baptism and youth, leaving only beautiful...




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