Have you ever heard of it?

The sound of melting glaciers

With long-lost joy

Just like my mood at the moment.

Spring breeze always inadvertently.

Arouse the truest feelings

We are always silent in the years.

Waiting for the future

So let's go.

Put aside your persistence.

Walking between the white mountains and the black water.

Turn the unhappiness in the world into a style

Blow my smile

Because young

We can't resist passion

Just like flowers

Can't refuse beauty

Through youth (judgment)

Once upon a time, I did not dream. I am still dreaming. Even in my dream, I didn't expect to come to this world once, no matter how chic and embarrassing.

A long time ago, I came to this world. From the moment I landed, I was named Hope, whether I like it or I am tired of it.

Once upon a time, your hope, his hope, gradually became my hope-stepping into the threshold of youth, no longer naive and ignorant.

Once upon a time, I didn't refuse because I couldn't refuse. I crossed the threshold of 22 years old and never regained my youth.

Childhood dreams are always happy and sad. Looking back, the dreams have disappeared, leaving only flowers in the fog.

I used to think that I was for youth, and youth was for me. I once thought that holding out my left hand can catch the dawn, and holding out my right hand can hold up the dusk. I used to think that I hated "the old vine and the old tree are dim crows, and the old road and the west wind are thin horses." I like Bridges Running Water. "Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies." I still feel "love the floor, love the floor!" "

Frost cold night, dew wet morning, rain golden autumn, snow floating winter night. Wild geese fall in the cold sand, and the shadow is autumn moon. Did the bright moon decorate my window, or did I decorate other people's dreams?

It always rains here. The rain here always falls on my heart. I always forget to bring my umbrella. It's no use holding an umbrella, the heavy rain can't cover it, the light rain is unnecessary, and it's neither too big nor too small, and sometimes I don't know when it will rain. When the Yangtze River rises, there is a lot of rain in Wanzhou. No one cut the red candle in the west window. When the late rain is not mentioned, the pool is full of flowers all the year round, and there is no need for late rain.

Stars are still children who don't grow up They get lost at night and don't go home until dawn. Not everyone can hear the sonorous jointing of grass and the melodious blooming of flowers. Patiently water the thorns for the delicate and charming roses. Are you patient? So you have no destiny.

Start at dawn, thinking of getting home before sunset. On the last night of this month, you just got lost. You have the courage to grope all night, only to find that you have walked in the opposite direction all night. What belongs to you also belongs to people, but what belongs to people does not necessarily belong to you.

In the heavy snow, a string of rabbit footprints came out, and the experienced hunter put down his organ on the road. When I came back, the rabbit and Yu Wen made one last struggle. No matter how real the path you have taken, you can't always believe in the path you have taken.

The empty car I was waiting to get on broke down halfway. What is there to be persistent about? How do you know there are plenty of fish in the sea without traveling all over the world? What kind of disappointment will it be to wait silently for the arrival of fallen flowers?

The field of vision is a pool of shallow water, and the tranquility of swimming fish can be counted; Memory is the tenderness of the tired birds returning to the forest and the sunset. Life is gentle and quiet, not life. Life is not a whitewater, and the impact of stormy waves on the shore is zero.

Walk through youth, wash away lead, collect impetuous and loud wind chimes, and abandon them in yesterday's dream. In the morning after waking up, there is no more rain, and the pain is no longer lyrical. So, I learned to love, smile and hug. After the vicissitudes of life cover up the sadness, we find that we are not living in reality, but living in the interpretation of reality. ...

youth

Youth is full of flame, passion and blood boiling, it is the prime of life, is the era of high spirits. Youth always reminds people at a glance of the fragrance in bud, the silver thread of Mercedes-Benz Waterfall, and the eagle with healthy wings soaring into the sky.

Yes, youth is like this, with a little childishness and impulsiveness, just like a chicken that just broke its shell. It hasn't opened its hazy eyes and soared into the sky, nor did it think there would be eagles, dark clouds and lightning. It is precisely because of this that it can "bear the burden of humiliation and watch the flowers bloom in front of the court". I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. I wish the clouds in the sky would be smooth. "Feel at ease, youth also inserted wings for the ideal at this time-flying.

Youth always makes people bury their ambitions in their hearts, full of ambition, perhaps because life is not deep, and they have not experienced the sadness of things being transformed, or perhaps because they have not clearly distinguished this colorful world, so that impulse and passion push us to carry heavy packages in the colorful world until setbacks seriously hurt our hearts.

I remember a saying that "the earth is round to prevent people from seeing too far" and a song that "If you want to fly high, you must forget the horizon". Yes, youth is to let go of one's ideals, that is, to look forward and backward without understanding, and to pursue and struggle recklessly. Some people may say that this is too naive and immature, but what I want to say is "how can you stir up beautiful waves without the obstruction of rocks" and "without experiencing the wind and waves"

Youth, a word full of vitality, is like a new bud just emerging in spring; Youth, an indomitable spirit, is like Chimonanthus praecox, which has weathered the cold winter. Youth gives us too much stubbornness. Ignore those alarmist remarks and take a big step forward bravely. Youth always makes people feel bitter and sweet, and suddenly they look back, but there are still hidden years in their minds that used to soar.

Youth-my blood is boiling, I am young-I am passionate, I am young-I am dazzling, I am young-I am colorful. I am proud of my youth, and I am proud of my youth. I use my fiery youth to set up ideal wings and soar to my heart's content.