Youth, you are the first touch of new green in spring, breaking through the bleakness and desolation of the harsh winter, sending spring greetings to people; Youth, you are the bright smiling face of a child, free and carefree, giving people People bring joy and vitality; youth, you are the Tai Chi and disco that the old people practice when exercising in the park. The belief that "people are old and the heart is not old" makes everyone familiar with you; youth, you are the economy of the motherland. The firm pace of taking off is the cheers of the people after hearing Beijing’s successful bid for the Olympic Games. Being positive and never stopping is the best explanation for you.
Youth is the most precious period in everyone’s life; during this period, we have as many years as flowers, abundant energy and flexible minds. Youth is a period when a person bids farewell to childishness and moves towards maturity: we come from boyhood and are about to mature after the transition of adolescence. Youth is a period for everyone to make a difference: "If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad" and "Don't take it easy, your youth will turn gray". The ancient sayings urge each of us. During this period, we will Lay a solid foundation for the rest of your life. Youth is so precious and important, so each of us should cherish youth and take advantage of our own youth.
We in the flowering and rainy seasons are pure, happy and innocent. In study, life, and making friends, we weave our own colorful youth! Youth is a beautiful mountain, which makes people yearn for; youth is a charming picture, which makes people nostalgic; youth is a rapid river, which makes people wander ...Fly! Youth! The flying youth maintains the flying hearts; the flying youth holds up the flying hopes; the flying youth leaves behind each flying story; the flying youth, Soaked red in our regretless years. The flying youth carries our dreams and flies to the future!
How many times have we fantasized about the style of youth, the love of youth, the joy of youth, and the melancholy of youth, but today ,Youth is waiting for you and me, and the enthusiasm for youth flows in the excited chest!
Youth is like a song, its connotation is to let you sing its life with fiery energy At the same time, it is a dream that allows you to use your solid footsteps to transform it into the glory of reality; youth is also a kind of capital for us, and we need to use success to prove its unrestrainedness, and use victory to prove its vitality.
Because of youth, we breathe deeply and dream hard. Because of youth, we are not afraid of failure and strive to fly forward. Because of youth, we have endless energy, Happy Together! Because of youth, we agree to create unique memories and set them in the youth album.
Some people say that youth is the source of happiness; happiness flows here, and pain also lingers on the opposite side. Someone wrote that youth is like a rainy sky; rain and dew are spreading here, and the sun is waiting on the horizon. Some people sing that youth is the realm of sway; freedom moves around here, and closure is waiting next door.
The song of youth is as poetic as picturesque, as clouds as water, as intoxicating as intoxication. The song of youth never forgets nostalgia, never forgets "Friends", never forgets "You at the same table". The song of youth evokes the childlike innocence of youth, shuttles through the snow, and builds a "snowman" on the grass. The song of youth is full of love for home, and the "Going Home" played by the saxophone reminds people of the distant concern. The song of youth tells the story of youth. An affectionate "Heart Talk" collides with the budding heart of youth. The song of youth carries the tenderness of youth. It is because of love that the song is beautiful.
Youth is a kind of attitude, but also a kind of wealth. Youth is a concept, but also a kind of demeanor. My friend! Cherish your youth.
If waiting can bring a miracle, then I am willing to wait forever, whether it is a year or a lifetime.
I often think about our youth. It is really a strange thing. Its short body drags a long tail, swaying like wings, and it refuses to leave for a long time.
I count your smiles every day, but even when you smile, you feel so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and lonely.
We were once innocent children, and we hope to remain innocent all our lives. If we had a choice, we would rather never understand the things we didn’t understand before.
There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you, but you left me, and you asked me how to smile at others again.
In the world of youth, grains of sand will turn into pearls, and stones will turn into gold; the charm of youth should cause dead branches to grow fresh fruits, and deserts to be covered with forests; this is the joy of youth, The Duty of Youth
Singing the song of youth on the road of youth, my mood was so comfortable and free. Unknowingly, I had walked through the river of youth, and looking back! Looking back at the youthful look, almost every time Flowers are blooming in an instant, and looking back at the beauty of youth, there is the rush of life almost everywhere. No matter which angle you choose to look at youth, it is all so exquisite and clear.
In the best of times, I still walked alone on that flashy and dazzling street that didn’t belong to me. I am like a scavenger, quietly collecting the negatives of time, turning them into old private wine, and then drying out any pictures related to you on that summer afternoon.
A few years later, I found that countless feelings would not tear themselves into pieces. They were not complete in the first place and there was no need to tear them into pieces. Now, I begin to miss that rainy night when I tore up your letters and photos. I envy myself at that time, I still had complete happiness to tear into pieces.
A flashy life, forgotten for a season. There are empty memories, disrupting the lingering. The smile is gone, and I feel lonely. String, thinking about the Chinese years. Those years suddenly seemed like a dream. Just like running water, it will never return. Don’t cry goodbye, don’t complain about final sorrow.
Because I rely on a memory that only I remember, I have grown up. Long enough to bravely face all the ups and downs in the world.
A person always has to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you have tried so hard to forget are really gone. So forgotten.
Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.
Memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, and only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.
When I stubbornly carried my luggage alone and started my new journey, I knew that only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes were as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun, which made me feel heavy.