Shallow, a youthful mind

"After many years, let the waves of time dilute the memory, and look back, there will be no more intense emotions in my heart. I will only use sad words to describe sadness, look at the past with black scorpion, and the youthfulness is accompanied by sadness in my heart. Singing in the corner..."

When I saw this article for the first time, I only thought that the author was only the attachment and sorrow of the lost time of youth. However, when I went down to savor it, I only had the author’s heart. She used the synonym of youth to recall the past. The days the sisters spent together. She makes us feel the youthful youth in their pure friendship.

"Stop in the vast sea of ​​people, suddenly I feel how small I am, just a piece of sand in the sentient beings, I want to have a colorful time, it belongs to ourselves, it makes us bloom freely and freely And simple." Youth makes us not admire the mountains and the majestic in the dust and sorrow of the world, not to be mysterious, leaving only the purest things in our hearts.

Then, with the night sky outside the window, the misty rain, the mind slowly unfolded in the silence of the night. Listening to the page "Shasha" flipped, I closed my eyes, the years in my mind flashed, I unknowingly entered the book to accompany the author to regain that happy time.

This article is about the author sharing a happy story with his good friends and sisters in the flower season. These good sisters are pure, kind, selfless, dare to be dare and flourish. They have been playing together, learning together, and being full of youthful vigour. Although they have had discord and bickering, but their inner incitement will never change... I saw it, I stopped and couldn’t help but taste it. The good times between me and my good sisters, who are in the midst of youth, are now looking back and suddenly discovering how similar their experiences are to the authors.

I still remember our group of girls, there is no Lin Xiaoyu's weak and petite, no Xianglin's loneliness and helplessness. We are cheerful and lively, we are very embarrassed, and we are heartless. We are not afraid of fear, just as the old man who has been weathered by the wind said, "I don't know how to be tall and thick." We talked about the heavens and the earth, and we were once immersed in our own secret world. We also talked about the beauty of the jewelry, and there have been That crazy era of chasing stars. We cried together and cried so much; we laughed together and laughed with joy. The adults are unpredictable to us. "A group of crazy gimmicks" has become our code name, but we are still like this, pursuing the yearning, we sing life, and the enthusiasm is burning forever. Sometimes, along with the spring breeze, we will sit on a small lawn full of sunshine and quietly meditate on the changes of the world, pondering the worrying status quo in the country, and pondering our future and destiny. We are diligent in learning, gather together in the leisure time to share joy, solve troubles, happiness in this spring breeze is more concentrated, troubles are also blown by this spring breeze. This is nothing else, it is youth.

Yes, how similar the past, this article allows me to walk into the beautiful years with the spring breeze, linger on, forget the author's beautiful and delicate style and sincere emotion, and will not forget to join hands with me. Youthful friends!

But what we can't ignore is that "the more valuable things are, the easier it is to lose." Youth is easy to die, even if you think of it? When our most precious youth has been in the past, we will smile at the naive ignorance of that time, or will feel the deep meaning of it...

This article gave me the most beautiful answer. Finally, when the author walked through the place with friends and wanted to take back all these good memories one by one, and stay in the highest position in the heart, I found that the little fruit that was once green in the distant trees did not know when it had matured. Along with it, the leaves fell, scattered in any corner where they used to laugh and laugh. The author and the author are suddenly open at this moment. The death of youth is actually left to us to mature, leaving us with more precious things!

The breeze blew, a piece of paper fragrant, full of incense. The spring breeze gently blew away our good times, but these wonderful memories of our time often reach my dreams, and the waves of time will never shed light on the memories of youth. Just a few more embarrassing, but the smile is still beautiful, always enthusiasm and passion.

The story is transformed into a beautiful picture at the fingertips. I am shallow and shallow, only for a youthful inspiration in the depths of my heart...

First day: Yang Xinlu