Youth is gone forever, you will never look back. If you forget to take some beautiful photos in the flower season, you can't go back until you miss the flowering period and we remember the moment of remembrance. Time is like running water, you can't get it back.
Youth has many stories and a lot of attachment. 18' s age is like a bunch of blooming roses, beautiful and fresh, which makes people deeply moved by heart and lungs! But because of the initial naivety, we haven't understood the preciousness of youth, haven't had time to cherish it, haven't learned to cherish it, but it has slowly flowed away in our unconscious! When we really know the moment of cherishing and nostalgia, youth is still old! Understanding is a process, just like life is a process, which takes time to experience, but when the experience is mature, time is running out!
People are good at showing off the value of youth, treating it as a kind of capital, proving the dignity of youth with life, showing its charm with vanity and proving its chic with indifference!
When the autumn wind rises, the yellow flowers fall, the youth is gone, and the sun is warm and cold, the material capital is still losing money. Only when we couldn't stay yesterday did we realize that we woke up from a dream. It turns out that youth does not need to show off and prove. This is something we can't waste, because youth is not just ours!
We were all young, and we all had beautiful youth and beautiful dreams. Our youth is only a natural creation, a gift from heaven, not our own capital, and we have no capital to show off our extravagance! Childishness makes us
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Let us have stubbornness and prejudice, let us be natural and unrestrained and
! When maturity comes, I know that youth is a song, a song sung with enthusiasm and energy; Youth is a dream, a beautiful dream. Let's overcome vanity and impetuousness and have a practical dream. Youth is an eagle, a vulture who is not afraid of difficulties and crosses the sky, which makes life full of strength!
Youth belongs to us only once. In the beautiful flower season, learn to cherish when you are happy, learn to endure when you are in trouble, and learn to struggle when you are in adversity, so that youth can have good memories, keep the best time, and let the beauty be fixed in your heart!
Youth sacrifice.
Write a piece of incense on the paper and write it all on the palindrome. I want to open the book again and read it thousands of times.
Often in sunny afternoons, I will open the articles written a long time ago in the anthology. Because of the childishness between the lines
, GuanRan a smile. I don't know, this time, I think it's more relief or more vicissitudes. On a sunny afternoon, silent thoughts are like a faint one.
Sweet, let a person.
At this charming moment.
What happened in the ignorant years, under the projection of this sunshine, is particularly green and transparent. Always silly to think, if those unpleasant memories can be completely burned; If I can completely pull those terrible past events out of my heart; If, if everything was satisfactory before, I would be so deeply happy now.
In fact, I shouldn't have this lingering worry. Because in recent years, my life is so simple and mechanical. I am like an ascetic, circulating in three points: writing, books and life. I plunged into my own academic research and literary creation, unwilling to talk about the past or show my feelings too much. Although I often have thoughts, I would rather use the most beautiful words to cover up my inner haggard and sadness. Being abnormal is a relief for me.
When my eyes feel the tranquility in the depths of the blue sky, my heart will tremble, like a leaf of expectation, eager for this warm sunshine to fill all the emptiness. I often meditate with my brows locked, wondering whether these years' painstaking cultivation is enough to smooth and iron out all the criticisms and inner condemnations I incurred at the beginning. When I still smile like a pear, is it as sweet as nectar? Feelings that have not yet been opened in summer, at this moment, like autumn clouds, are pursued everywhere.
I am eager to sleep in the gloomy forest in this warm sunshine, listen to the gurgling stream, listen to the soft birds, and listen to them.
Open quietly in this wind. Thinking of the warmth and sweetness that has drifted away with summer, what kind of beautiful scenery can fill the regret in my heart in such a winter day? What I wanted to say but didn't say, such as
Rushing with the tide of time.
There used to be a fresh and smooth tune, which was similar to.
about
, dripping in my budding heart. I drifted for it unconsciously, and my feelings became mellow and delicate. When the summer sunshine disappeared in the sunset, that song gradually disappeared in my heart. Until one day, a wave of sadness woke me up from my dream. In the midnight wind, I felt a strange smell in my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that what I once had was completely warm and sweet, just like that fresh and smooth song. At that time, I didn't know they were so close to me. Now, this pale idea makes people feel sad and want to cry. Those feelings that haven't had time to savor are already in the young years.
When the afternoon breeze, like dragonfly tulle, fluttered gently, it still swept over my heart and dragged me back from the Mercedes-Benz Yuan Ye. I was so sad that I hung my head under this tree and sighed, it's colorful.
Floating, this generous red leaf is full of paths. There is a quiet feeling, in this silent winter, hidden in the afterglow of the sunset, hidden in the green hills of the mountains, hidden in the sun and moon in my heart. Occasionally, a confused warmth shines in my heart like a firefly, and in the desperate dusk, I explore its profound meaning.
My heart is sad and calm, just like a musician playing the lute in this coffee-like afternoon.
. My heart is full of the pain of expectation. In this coffee-like afternoon, I am looking forward to the miracle of sunshine, which will light up every corner of my heart one day. My heart is heavy and light. In this coffee-like afternoon, the beautiful glow in the sky projected a ray of eternal love on my pear-like face. My heart is bitter and sweet. In this coffee-like afternoon, one day, this perfect warmth will also be emotionally opened in my heart.
The love of youth is gone.
In the vicissitudes of time, we always forget some distant memories, but some memories take root in our hearts like seeds and will never be forgotten. Just like in adolescence, we read the story of Sanmao's Sahara Desert, Xi Murong's prose and Wang Guozhen's poems, which bring infinite strength to our hearts and accompany us all.
No matter what kind of childhood and youth you have, no matter how many friends and excitement you have, it belongs to others. You are alone waiting for that unique loneliness, playing an emotional game belonging to two people, and you are arrogant and stubbornly addicted to it. Everyone has two sides, deceiving each other, but unable to persist. When they turned to leave, the sunshine of memory was like fragments, scattered on their faces. Looking back frequently, only the sweet black wind whispers back and forth in the night sky of memory.
They are all young children, full of sadness in their feelings, but unable to cross over the past. Experience is a wonderful thing, which can make us grow into strong children. Just like those people who have existed in life, it may not last long but they are still engraved in their hearts, which is enough.
Maybe one day, we will stand in the season of falling leaves, laugh at those tender smiles and childish persistence, despise vicissitudes with a calm heart, and embrace chubby with a mature emotion.
The arm of life. over there
Strange ripples began to appear in the river, round and round, breaking through the cage, flooding the earth and reaching the edge of the universe. A star fell. The butterfly's beautiful wings were broken. Youth, fleeting, vanishes. No tears. Beat the rusty heart with a hammer. It hurts.
How heavy is the word love and how many people can really understand it? Love a person, is it necessary to stay together for a lifetime? True love is walking into a coffin without changing your mind. However, is this also true? Who knows?
The cruel reality is that I can only look at the distant figure of love with blurred eyes. Just like a lonely lamp in the vast sea, no matter how strong it is, it is still the same.
After all, I still can't escape the fate destroyed by the storm.
It's only a matter of time.
Maybe this is the way to grow up. Along the way, I met some people and things, paid some and got some. Smile may be followed by tears, and pain will be followed by memories. In this way, counting carefully in my memory, all the past events seem to be in front of me, so clear. Experiencing a relationship is like fading away the prosperity of youth and hurting loneliness. But the past has passed, and we still have to look forward with a smile. Even if it is
, still very long. Perhaps, all stories, all endings, all sadness and loneliness, meeting and parting are like eroded words and flowers, dying in an unknown place and no longer dancing.
Youth, love, growth, transformation, unconsciously completed. In the meantime, beauty and sadness, beauty and cruelty must always be appreciated by ourselves. Even though we crave the warmth endlessly, we know that she has disappeared into the river bed of life and will never find a moment again. Endlessness is a beautiful dream. Just like that love. Bloom like fireworks.
Those times that are allowed to be willful are called youth.
Those times that are allowed to be willful are called youth.
I may no longer be allowed to be willful, but relax, there is no need for everyone to remind me-I am wasting my youth.
What do people live for? A hundred people will have a hundred answers, but if someone really says that "young people exchange their lives for money, and old people exchange money for life", then I want to ask, "Is the length of life more important or the process of life more important?"
Compared with most people, my thoughts will be regarded by them as no progress, no progress, no accumulation, no … and so on. Alas! Well, I'm reflecting, reflecting, reflecting, and finally realizing a truth-the world always thinks that most people think "yes" and ignores what a few people think is not. Oh, it's really a nostalgic feeling-I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, my teacher assigned me a math group leader. I didn't know at that time that the teacher would check the correct answers for us after finishing the exercises. So I used the power of the group leader to check the answers first-everything that is the same as the answers in my book is correct.
Oh, look at me!
People sometimes feel anxious because others think differently from themselves, so they want to instill their own ideas into others. Try to make others think that "I" is the right idea. This is to let others identify with themselves, enhance their self-confidence and strengthen their beliefs.
It is true that most people will have this idea, and most people in modern society will gain recognition from others in three ways-money, reputation and status. These three things, people who have mastered the skills.
I don't know what to do but become a slave.
Why? Why do you have to prove something? Why? Who do you want to prove something to? Do you live for others or for yourself?
The life of butterflies is short, but their life is colorful. They are alive, so magical and unforgettable. However, I believe that butterflies do not exist to let people see their beauty. It won't die because someone sees its beauty. It only exists for itself! Its beauty is only because of its self! You don't have to prove anything to anyone.
Everyone has the right to choose life, and most people think it is right. A few people think it is "wrong", which is also correct. Why are you anxious? Let go of your prejudice and respect others' choices. Just because your income is higher than one
Advise them to give up their present jobs and do what you are doing. There is always a division of labor in the world.
So, teenagers, you should squander your youth to your heart's content. This is the way to explore life. Is it worth it? Ask your heart! People can't walk in the right direction every step, and sometimes they will bypass some detours, which will become unforgettable memories. It was said in my early years that memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we can't avoid.
Somehow, we came from sadness, quietly, and spent many days like this; Looking back, the sad face between the eyebrows is fixed in the position of youth like a mark, and waves are drawn in the river of life. Passing by, that is our youth, with a touch of bitterness, dissolved into a touch of melody.
Dreams and happiness are the main contents we pursue, so sadness and confusion become the basic colors of youth. We live in the pioneer, and like all lonely children, we want to subvert everything, including ourselves, and wander on the edge of ideal and reality. In fact, it should be said that it is a dream, even an unattainable ideal. I think we have the same dream. Dreams are in the distance, just like happiness is in the distance, just like all sadness and confusion are in that distant place. And far away, except far away, we know nothing, or we have nothing.
In this way, all that remains is memories, even melancholy memories. I thought that the warmth that had long been forgotten would come through the gap of time.
Lu You, who is in his twilight years, wrote this poem after the vicissitudes of life: "When I am old, I forget the things in the world, but I still see peony flowers in my dreams." It is conceivable that how did this old poet, who was down and out, make a peony flower appear in his dream cover the vast world events? It's a memory, a memory about youth, a beautiful memory about youth.
Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the memorable youth in the future, at least not blank. Perhaps, many years later, when we sit alone on a park bench and the sun sets, we will have a smile on our lips. This lonely image seems to make passers-by feel sympathy. However, who can appreciate our wonderful journey at that time? We sat in the carriage of memories and embarked on the journey of happy memories non-stop. We will remember that one winter night, there were snowflakes outside the window, and the family was talking about the family around the stove. While sewing, my mother told me to learn to take care of myself when studying abroad. I was reading a thread-bound book and didn't take my mother's words to heart at all. We will remember that one summer, when the sun was mild, we walked to the corner of the stairs and ran into a girl who had a secret crush for a long time. She had a bright face, pretending not to see her pass by in a hurry, but clearly printed a skirt with blue background and white flowers that she was wearing that day. We'll remember. ...
We will remember all the memories related to youth. So, many years later, when we face this commemorative album again, all we have to do is touch these yellowed pages, and then, look at the afternoon sunshine and smile. A long time ago, I heard that memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we can't avoid.
Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the memorable youth in the future, at least not blank. Perhaps, many years later, when we sit alone on a park bench and the sun sets, we will have a smile on our lips. This lonely image seems to make passers-by feel sympathy. However, who can appreciate our wonderful journey at that time? We sat in the carriage of memories and embarked on the journey of happy memories non-stop. We will remember that one winter night, there were snowflakes outside the window, and the family was talking about the family around the stove. While sewing, my mother told me to learn to take care of myself when studying abroad. I was reading a thread-bound book and didn't take my mother's words to heart at all. We will remember that one summer, when the sun was mild, we walked to the corner of the stairs and ran into a girl who had a secret crush for a long time. She had a bright face, pretending not to see her pass by in a hurry, but clearly printed a skirt with blue background and white flowers that she was wearing that day. We'll remember. ...
We will remember all the memories related to youth. So, many years later, when we face this commemorative album again, all we have to do is touch these yellowed pages, and then, look at the afternoon sunshine and smile.
Staring at the willow shadow on the shore, I walked into the memory of youth, which used to be lush.
Today, the world is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a man,
For some people, playing the string of youth may be a bit out of date.
However, I live here after all.
Has been stationed. Didn't you see those crooked footprints on the road? Listen to that simple flute tune, isn't it the inner call? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, no falsehood and no sadness. And those vain and vanity are the footprints of my youth. This is the road I walked when I was defeated by the storm of the times. Yes, I am.
Our youth is a painful era, an era in which fanatical passion and shocking slogans are intertwined. I have also studied hard at the cold window, always trying to get rid of the gifts given to our generation by the ten-year disaster-ignorant cloudy and childish dust and shallow mud. However, who can get rid of the air pollution of the times?
Thankfully, I am awake, and I understand life, which is the alternate weaving of sadness and happiness, and the constant translocation of courage and cowardice.
No failure and frustration, no pain and hesitation. Then how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can we get rid of childish and shallow footprints? So I look forward, as if I saw a harvest season coming to us. . . . .
In spring, when we step into 18 on the first day, we feel that youth is a vibrant green, a burning green flame and the rising sun in Ran Ran. Youth is not only a period of life, but also a rosy cheek. Youth is a state of mind, a tireless driving force, a rich imagination and passionate feelings, and an endless green flame.
Youth, only burning, is the real youth. In the season of youth, dreams bloom every day. A beautiful dream with wings is to light this green flame. Therefore, adolescence cannot be without dreams! As long as there is a dream, there will be burning, and the fire of youth will burn more and more brightly; As long as there is a dream, there will be hope. Even in the cold winter, youth will ignite a vibrant spring!
Youth is a kind of pride, even an inflated pride! Youth can be proud of all obstacles called difficulties in the world, and can climb any towering mountain! As long as this is a burning youth, it will produce invincible heat energy. There is no difficulty and I am not afraid of this burning youth.
If you have youth, you will have a brand-new world and a sunny morning. However, if your youth has no dreams, or dreams of tomorrow and burns today, then this youth is a pile of ashes. If you don't burn yourself, if you have no hope, you will never find the season of jasmine in spring. Your young heart will be engraved with countless wrinkles. Regret, fear and inferiority will distort your soul and turn your youth into ashes.
This feeling is ours, yours, and even younger peers. Then let our youth burn together and let the flame show us this.
Magnificence and strength of youth!
Remember, only by burning youth will your life shine brilliantly.
Unconsciously, I have climbed sixteen mountains;
Silently and without a trace, I jumped over sixteen rivers;
Ignorant, I have entered youth.
What kind of world is this? No one answers, so I have to explore, think and try to get out of this confused darkness.
I find this is a chaotic world. Everything is so strange and novel, and from time to time there are adventures that scare me. I am excited, I am excited, I am eager, and all the differences are waiting for me to open. Dance with the trend and be crazy with the world.
I find this is a dream world. Everything is my exclusive. Without restraint and discipline, a happy heart flies in the clear blue sky. Follow one's inclinations, ups and downs in the long river of fantasy, hard to extricate oneself, let time stop, I would like to sleep here, let my dreams erode, I would like to sink here.
I find this is a crazy world. All the people or things, suddenly far away, suddenly close at hand, so that I can not see clearly, can not fathom. The heaviness that just began to disappear came in like a raging wave and was pulled away like air. Why? I asked everyone and everyone just laughed and didn't answer. My eyes are full of expectation and encouragement. I see, I'm back in that crazy world, let my madness continue.
I find this is a lost world. The pain from time to time depresses me, as if to remind me of what I have lost. I don't understand. Everything that was once blurred before my eyes seemed to be blown away by the wind. I tried to catch something, but I missed it Then it gradually became clear what I had discarded. Next week's exam, tomorrow's recitation, the upcoming exam ... Although very annoying, but there is a strange sense of familiarity, my heart is calm without a ripple.
I find this is an indescribable world, with ups and downs and dream castles.
Only by tasting with your heart can you have the initial vastness. What kind of feeling is what kind of perspective.
One day, looking back, I found myself in youth.
After confusion, everything is rebuilt, just like a new life;
We are so lucky.
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