youth

As dreams, we were all children. In the helpless fairy tale, the song-like youth has flowed a little bit. Picturesque memories, placed in the album, no one knows, the heart locks the memories.

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The fingertips crossed the hair and crossed the brain. The ink-colored cymbals tapped the window like water, and the memories swayed in the same way.

graduation. We quietly screamed at the door of youth, but closed the window of childhood. Long holidays, no homework, no parents’ chanting. However, don't leave us heartache and make us sad. After graduating, we are like a young eagle on the cliff, flying away from the nest, leaving only the decision!

Starting school, we are getting farther and farther away from childhood. Step by step, leaving the life in memory; one foot and one foot, stepping out of heartbreak. The age of the young, we are silent. In the most friendly way, try to fill the gap of friendship with the happiness of new friends. It’s a pity that when I look back, I suddenly wake up, how can the pit in my heart fill up? The more we want to bury it, the more it grows when we don't pay attention.

On the second day of the second day, towards maturity and helplessness, picking up the toes and going to the end, relatively silent, bitterness slowly encroached on the heart. Friendship doesn't care about the old days, it cares about distance.

Step by step out of the world of others, only to find out how much you are at a loss. Leave this blank of your own, and gradually it will be filled by more and more test papers. We don't have much time to exchange joy, anger, sadness, and happiness.

The world is slowly getting lighter, leaving only a layer of mist. Looking back, I don’t see friends behind me, a bunch of rolls of mountains and I look at each other. For a time, the world was surprisingly quiet. Looking through the gap, my friend's eyes are full of helplessness and sigh. I was standing and standing, letting me move my hands and chairs for me, and my other hands for me. I am numb obedient, and I am writing a pen in a rush.

Lightly shake the pen, pick up the eyes, smile and watch the papers filled by my youth. I stroked the test paper and felt the swaying sea of ​​youth: numb and old.

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