Juvenile style

The breeze bursts, the white clouds blossom, and the teenager walks slowly.

do you know? The teenager always has a dream, that is, the white clouds are touched.

A cluster of fragrant flowers, scattered in the messy weeds, like the eyes of the stars, but also sly, the butterfly presents the graceful dance, the birds from time to time come to offer a few beautiful movements, a dream The extraterrestrial source, the intoxicating scenery, even if it makes the whole body solve the problem, can not win a little bit of nostalgia for the teenager, he firmly walked forward, not even back.

The wind screamed and shrilled, the trees became denser, the mountains became taller and the roads became narrower and narrower. In this deadly jungle, even the sun of love is not willing to patronize here, and occasionally one or two birds of songs have scratched the iron of the dark. Oh, a place that is creepy. But the teenager never looks back, what is the suffering? How can you rival his heart that has never died?

The road is getting steeper and steeper. The thorns have replaced the road section more than half, and I can't hear any sound. Even the sound of the dripping stone is not there. The boy is very tired and thirsty. At this time, as long as he turns back slightly, he may be born again. But the road ahead is long, who would expect the trip? However, the teenager did not look back, what is the suffering? Can not destroy the determination of the young man's heart. Yes, since the original choice of the distance, the back, can only be left to the time.

Under the rain, it was a pitiful boy in desperation. He regained the hope of life, patted the dust on his body, carried a heavy bag, filled with iron beliefs, and the teenager continued on the road and let him The heavy obstacles are coming, they can't hold back the belief that they will win.

It was dawn, the fog was gone, the rain stopped, and the youngsters of the green hills were shining in the sun.

The third day of Dianchi Middle School, Hanyin County, Ankang, Shaanxi: Xiao Fang