We gaze with lowered eyebrows in the fine years, writing bright and bone-chilling joys and sorrows, watching the time flow hastily in the long river of life, and scattering those hidden sorrows and joys in the corners of our memories. In the years that will not have an ending, we learn to forget, in the days of loneliness and isolation, we learn to appreciate alone. The fragments of memory in the flow of years tirelessly flow, the thin youth feelings in the biting wind interpretation of youthful desire. Dreaming of flowers falling, dark change the flow of years ------
The flow of years is always unable to take away everything. When the spring buds popped up to bite through the winter encirclement, when the warm spring breeze gently spread on the face, we once again into the fall, into the season belonging to the memories. Campus path, three or two groups of people Trent moved, attracted a group of leaves dancing lightly. And we, all in this cold season to recall the memories of the years.
It is said that youth is a wonderful dance without reincarnation, sometimes we jumped in groups of bold square dance, and sometimes would rather be alone, to a solo dance that only they can appreciate the characteristics. Youth is the years that belong to us. It concentrates the essence of our life, is the witness and leader in the process of our life blooming.
"The beginning of the beginning, it is we who sing; the end of the end, it is we who walk." Regardless of how we "do not forget, do not forget" to pay tribute and remembrance, the short youth is ultimately to pass, and we, too, has not stopped "on the road". "Your youth is not long, don't use it to grieve." One day, when we look back on our youthful years, we will be grateful and touched, grateful for these unforgettable years let us "grow up while learning to be strong!" One day, when you turn over those dusty pages, you will definitely shed tears of infinite sadness.
Cherish youth, it will outline a few stars in the chaos of your twilight vivid color; treat youth, it will be turned into a memory, standing in your life must pass through each road, give you bright sunshine.
We are all the same, standing in the track belonging to our established, eyeing those beautiful memories of youth, fading away, do not tell the departure ------