Youth, that crossroads

- Dedicated to us who are in youth

We are no longer confused at the next crossroads

The days of school have turned into floating winds

The court of the exam became a bird that moved south.

The season of the fire

Dilute a piece of spiritual food

We are not confused at the next crossroads.

Full of passion and looking into the distance

Nothing has become a thing of the past

We are the dream seekers

Standing tall and walking on the road

We are not confused at the next crossroads.

Say goodbye to the disappointment and frustration

True faith fades away from wandering eyes

Wildflowers in the garden are open to competition

Graceful figure in the sun

so beautiful

We are not confused at the next crossroads.

The vicissitudes of the times have created the wings of our take-off

a straight starting line stretches into the distance

Goal, successful sun

--Inscription

Life is like a stage where the curtain is falling and the curtain is falling. Youth is the master of this stage. The sun shines on the earth, the time of the morning sun is so heroic, and the high faith is held high. Some bitterness is buried ruthlessly. Under the pure sky, even if we take a boat to the moon, the only thing left is the Guanghan Palace. With Wu Gangna's true monologue.

Youth is like a snowflake floating in the sky. It is very real to stand in the distance, but it is really difficult to hold it in the palm of your hand.

Some people say that youth is very long. Some people say that youth is very short. In fact, the scales measured by people are different. The same length of youth, some people measure like a vast grassland, a horse Pingchuan. Some people measure it like a small river, and it is crystal clear.

At that crossroads, we met in the dojo of youth. The common faith has made us a friend, groping the silhouette of youth in the struggles of one after another. Maybe we used to make a big fight because of a little contradiction. Maybe we used to cry because we fell down again and again, but at least that part of our youth, we passed, and we have never lost our way because of the appearance of the teacher, the dark The journey is full of dazzling stars. Do not believe you listen! At the crossroads, our youth is singing in pride, and in the arc of dreams, we will all become eagle, brave and proud to fly. It is said that the rainy season of the campus is swaying with the shadows of the fire, and it is said that the age of the green is beautiful and beautiful. In fact, youth does not matter the balance of time and campus. It’s just because of you, youth is gorgeous, because you, memories are gorgeous.

At that crossroads, we began to wander, not knowing where to go. In one scene, one line, dusty, difficult to dress, today's singer is like a sailing boat that has lost its guiding direction in the fog of clouds, just like a victorious general who fell in a frustrated battlefield in a fierce battle of thousands of horses, just like a battlefield. The walking pedestrians ruined the dawn of life in the deserted desert. Under the imprisonment of the social prison, the humble we slammed into, and the unreachable housing crooked our fragile backbone, and the unattainable work occupied our weak atrium. No one lit up the dialogue of that world. The era annihilated the beliefs of the past. Tears beat the memory windows again and again. Why did the innocent and romantic teenagers wear heavy camouflage under the intimidation of the times? The ups and downs of the shackles, the white sorrows, the sorrow of the sad behind the scenes is the world's confusion or our embarrassment.

At that crossroads, we are not confused, and the mind begins to become clear. Think about it carefully, we don't care about youth. The reason why we are irritated is because the memory is too good. We are confused because we pursue too much. The reason why we are distressed is because there are too few skills. If you forget what you have forgotten, give up the abandonment, and get the acquisition, you don’t need to ask if the road ahead is frank, and you don’t have to ask for the long time that you can’t wait. The study of juveniles, such as the light of sunrise, the study of middle age, such as the sun of the sun, the study of old age, such as the candlelight. Short and long, the road is long, let us cherish every scene, from the stars into the sunset.

Some youthful companions say that they want to return to life, yes! It’s true, but if you don’t struggle, it’s not plain, the clothes don’t cover your body, and you can’t eat it. I ask: Is this the plain we want? ?

The reason why people are distressed and confused is because of two words: measurement. It is precisely because of the measurement that there is a desire in the human world. It is precisely because of the measurement that the world has a flaw.

I believe that every parent has a child from other people's mouths. Each teacher has a classmate in his mouth. Bian Zhilin said: You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. Why do you look up to others? The balance of life is equivalent. Everyone has the value of their own existence. While you are looking forward to others, don't forget that you are also a landscape. Love it! It’s like it’s not hurt. Sing it! It’s like no one around. Struggle! Like no comparison.

At that crossroads, we have been acquainted with each other. If we are separated today, we don’t have to care. As long as we have walked together, there is no regret.

At that crossroads, we were ignorant, and now we are repentant, just leave it in our memories and make up our photo album.

At that crossroads, we had fought bravely, and now we are persistent, only because there is no loss in the dictionary of youth, and all the sufferings of life are the way to go. My youth, I am the master, my youth, I have no regrets!

Love prose: those years, my rebellious youth

There are many things in life that are futile. Just like youth, although in vain, it lives the longest in the human heart. I miss the period of youth, and I miss the look of laughing with her. Long love, self-confidence without reason, a love letter contains a little secret in youth. Love is at your fingertips, but it is lost in the inexplicable. Have you ever remembered it? If you go back in time, do you want to hold her hand?

--Inscription

The youthful young boy, carrying a rebellious youthful rebellion, quietly fell in love with such a person in the age of love. In those years, Yaqin was like a pot of fire, roasting my heart, recruiting my soul, and I and her interpret a story of secret love. Oh, it’s funny to think about it now.

At the age of 16, I entered the third year of the country. On the first day of school, Teacher Xu, the class teacher, said that Teacher Wang, who taught us mathematics, was transferred. From tomorrow, he will be replaced by the Asian teacher who has just been assigned from the normal school.

"Asia teacher?"

A strangely funny name. Everyone looked at Xu teacher with ecstasy, and there was a hint of remembrance and disappointment to Teacher Wang. Of course, I am just like my classmates. I left Teacher Wang who has taught us for several years. I always feel that I am not used to it, but I still hope that I will be there earlier. . .