To youth

Who ever thought about it, yesterday was still immersed in the book sea, the future is bleak, full of deep eyes, mustache, has been in the sun, feel the summer and basketball stimulation, sweat and drink sour and sweet.

Once upon a time, I was still a child, free to breathe the fragrance of the book and the earth, and bored listening to the senior schoolmaster Lang Lang’s book. Today, I have already sat in the latter position, reading some familiar poems: I used to have three or two students, accompanied by The afterglow of the road, with the inexplicable little song, stepping on the way out of school, today, the step is still the original return, but the other is the familiar, warm, full of joy and sad campus: once upon a time, parting When we were so far away, we were free to squander a lot of time. Today, the light is so precious, for fear of letting go of time with classmates.

In the winter chilly wind, the time spent playing with the students is just in front of me, but today I am going to leave, I will leave my classmates, stay away from my beloved alma mater, and leave my trivial youth.

No, youth.

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