Youth, unparalleled beauty

The door to youth opens slowly in front of you and me.

With a confident smile,

Jumping and dancing,

This stage belongs to you and me.

When the ring of memories begins to reverse,

We saw ourselves in the past,

It turns out that there are some memories,

We have never forgotten.

The teacher’s love always has a touch of fragrance.

Like the tulip in front of the window,

The beauty is low-key but gorgeous.

Dark fragrance goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

If we are green leaves,

That parent is our root,

Our roots are always there,

This is the affection of the green leaves to the roots.

Young dreams are flying wildly,

Young hearts are not afraid of rain and wind cream,

I found out after a moment of looking back,

The sky at that time was full of sunshine.

Sometimes youth is like this,

In a dream story,

I can always find the one that was left in my heart -

gorgeous!

The second day: color zero Ling