Life is based on success or failure, so you must be strong. The following is my compilation of beautiful youth prose, I hope it will help you!
Part I: beautiful - youth
Youth, like Lin Huiyin said in the "April Day on earth": I say you are the April Day on earth, laughter lit up the four winds, light spirit. In the spring light colorful cross dancers change. That light, that graceful, you are fresh Yan.
Youth, overflowing with beautiful smile, waving light wings, blooming in the most beautiful flower season. I said, youth, beautiful. In the dyed finger years, youth and our companions, walked through a thousand mountains, stepped through ten thousand water, leaving the most beautiful footprints.
Youth, like a poem, intriguing, and like a painting, beautiful and moving. The youth, full of infinite memories, memories, still so clear. As in the past yesterday, never changed.
Youth, waving its unique smile, rotating in the world full of sunshine. We have been a few times to sigh, it smile. Like that beautiful spring, Chu Chu moving, let people linger.
Youth, opened its most colorful flowers, we harvested it to the fruit. Looking back, we must be short of youth, when the sun kissed the face of youth, will find that happiness is actually not far from us.
Thanks to the youthful years to bring us harvest, thanks to the beautiful youth to give us happy spring. The only beautiful - youth.
Part II: Youth is marching
There is a beautiful called cardamom years, that is a symbol of youth and beauty, there is a kind of passing time called time as water. I can not retain the hourglass of time, so I am trying to catch up with the shadow of youth, but the years never stop, for me to retain that a touch of once beautiful to have. --Title
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled to the earth, rubbing a drowsy eyes, I gladly said goodbye to yesterday's bleak, looking forward to creating belong to today's style, I was in the dormitory in the flash of the mirror, stretching my arms, to embrace me to wake up, but the mirror shadow, and suddenly feel so fuzzy, confused. Am I already not myself, the passage of time, to forget themselves in the youth station, I was stunned, I have not been that former vigor, the past innocence. The wheel of the years mercilessly crushed my youth, it has been broken into a little bit of wreckage, the corners of the eyes also branded the wrinkles of the years. At the moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and snuggling. Cheeks no longer have youthful elasticity, the body is no longer flowing youthful passion, heart no longer have youthful ignorance.
Think of their own age, time shuttle in a circle, the pendulum of time in a desperate shake, like water, how much of my dream, how much of my youth. However, I can't find an answer for all this.
The last stop I have a beautiful scenery. The next stop can be a frank life. I desperately looking for my shadow, but now my feet have been tired, I have no more fantasy hazy feelings, no more passionate fighting spirit, no more inner incomparable ambitious, only a tired heart.
Cangsang world, washed my humble soul, confused life, cast my stubborn personality, time locks, imprisoned my impulses, time shuttle, swung up my pale face, the bottom of the heart pain. The first thing you need to do is to get your feet back on the road.
Time passes day by day, it records my joys and sorrows. The calendar is also torn in a page, a piece of memory wreckage, I can not pick up, because time can not stay for someone. Footsteps in a hurry forward, day after day, year after year, and I am carrying the loss of years.
Dreams I still long for the next station beautiful, eyes I still look for lost youth. So to the face of that shine on the earth's beauty and ugliness, good and evil mirror I frankly accepted the baptism of time, I relieved their souls, because the time to carry away is my past, can be retained is now my real life, I can only bravely step up to catch up with the youth footsteps, step by step with a solid. Frankly, quiet state go on .......
Part III: Youth has never been far away
Day as if the dream is smiling, every second is a real moment, that is the beginning of our youth. --Title
We have been with each other for several years, from the bustling crowd was squeezed out of the distance. Silly obsession, light faith, for tomorrow to take one step after another footprints. In this way, we walked far and wide. Soreness, tears, so that we are in the same boat through thick and thin. We look back and see the footprints of the shadow into a butterfly, but also saw the eyes cold and bleak.
Other people will not understand us, just like the northern part of the country does not understand the southern part of the country, thousands of years of integration is still separated from the north and south. So, each independent, each survival, for us to pay, care, they are so disdain. Quietly, ignoring the eyes of others, seeking the short sunshine in the cold wind and rain. Although brief, it is the most shining time in life, because this period of time is called youth.
In youth, there have been tears, there have been smiles, tears and smiles swaying rue fan, writing a brilliant youth. We enjoy the most prosperous years of our lives, even if the sunset comes, the youth will not be far away.
Memory:
That year on a rainy day, we held up the umbrella, not as high as me, but strive to lift over my head, for me to cover the umbrella outside the drift.
That year on a sunny day, we went out to play, playful, playful, chasing in the dazzling light, smile is so bright.
That year is very young, that year is very beautiful. That year is now just a memory, but has continued that passion, that confidence. Because of self-confidence, always look so beautiful, smile and perhaps some wrinkles, that is our youthful splendor, youth footprints.
That year today, today that year, youth has never been far away...
Part IV: Youth, fly in the words
Youth is a beautiful season of flowers, is the best mark of life, cherish youth, negative years, life is in the grasp of life is in the struggle, with passion, let us perform our fancy years, let the passion, let the passion, let the passion, let the passion, let the passion, let us perform our fancy years, let us perform our fancy years, let the passion, let us perform our fancy years, let us perform our fancy years, let us perform our fancy years. Perform our fancy years, so that jumping words inserted into the wings of youth, so that hope flies in the dream sky.
Life is short, youth has a season, walking in the youthful season, how many hopes and dreams are still lingering on the strings of our hearts, like a fluttering dancer, the beautiful show.
Youth like March green willow, swaying in the green branches, embellished with life on earth, showing infinite vitality.
Youth is like the angry rose red and passionate, send a refreshing aroma, because she is a romantic angel.
Youth in the beauty and romance between the splash, will always make people passionate about wandering between reverie.
Youth as a song, singing a spirited tune, can be high, can be low, can be beautiful, can be ordinary, but life must be used to write the real state of mind, youth as a beating note, to be played with passion, short-lived youth in your lonesome, the need to use optimism to show that the spirit of the vigorous youth, is to be romantic and passionate about writing the most beautiful music of life.
Youth is fleeting, people do not have two degrees of youth, full of fantasies and hopes for youth, there are men on the cause of the pursuit of dreams and expectations, women on the love of longing and yearning, this picturesque season, more is to weave a chapter of hope, show the stage of the dream.
Youth is priceless, it is difficult to use money to measure the material, everyone's life is different, youth trajectory will be different, maybe there is despondent. Maybe there is depression, maybe there is a great ambition. Maybe have realized the dream of life, but ultimately must be to experience the results of efforts and persistence.
Youth has tears, youth has bitter, sweet and sour, happiness, anger and sadness, ultimately, is the road of life, the relief is also a day, depressed is also a day, at the moment we meet the sunrise, why not all the unpleasant and sadness discarded, in fact, in your lonesome, sadness, is not the life abandoned you, is that you have been given to you to give you sunshine and a better life to abandon.
Youth has no regrets, passionate, beautiful flowers can have withered one day, life is also so, the years disappeared between the fingers, youth will sneak away, no one will stay, cherish the short youth season is to cherish the value of their own lives, youth lies in your grasp and persistence, look squarely at the road under our feet, although the bumps, even if the twists and turns, but also down-to-earth and walk on without complaint, because alive to live, life continues, life exists to have a fight! Life continues, life exists to have to fight, to be able to face the pain of injury is the most courageous people, I firmly believe.
Youth is a broad blue sky, spreading wings of eagles, fearless of wind and rain,
Youth in the vast sea, like a brave sailor, not afraid of the wind and waves, in the perfect chorus with the waves.
Youth is the city under the neon lights, you and me, the two love each other, the sea vow.
Youth is a hot dance in the square, like a waltz as elegant and vulgar,
like cha-cha-cha as exuberant, without exaggeration.
Youth like a burning flame, jumping in the chest of the young man, burning.
Youth is like a song of love rhyme, in the girl's face and brow ripples,
Youth is like a short trip, to experience with novelty, with adventure to find.
I use words to write youthful dreams,
Tonight I use ink to point, spilling records of my passing youth, the love of the tears can be sprinkled between the lines, no need to cover up and camouflage, in the face of the world of the flashy, a piece of frankness and openness in the face of the road of their own lives, now to where to look for belonging to the youth imprints, only in the words of the scattered integration of our emotions, the experience of the youth to give the long lost! The only way to find the mark of youth is to incorporate our emotions into the scattered words and experience the long lost impulse and passion that youth gives.
Throughout the world, perhaps the secular downturn, or life shoulders something too much, the burden of life so that we again and again with sadness and depressed rhyme to write their own, fatigue and repression inhibited our enthusiasm, and even in the text are sentimental, and lack of youthfulness. Sigh-is this life? Bewildered eyes in search of the real place, leaving in vain bewilderment ......
Looking back, watery years, spring is no longer coming, the road of life is deep a foot, shallow a foot, ultimately unpredictable, time such as a white horse passing through the gap can not be turned back for whom, and will not wait and stay.
Fading youth has not been in the once ferry, that enchanting body is no longer graceful, no longer have juvenile ignorance and arrogance, youthful vigor has been mature and robust instead. The only thing that is still very clear is the feeling of the heart, the loss and possession of a meteor like yesterday, fleeting, can not be recovered.
Lamenting life, there are too many happy and hopeful, youth contains a lot of heartache and hope, how many once happy and tears? But it has been our greatest expectation.
Ask yourself will there be youth? Time flies like an arrow, the years are wasted, now we have how much youth can be squandered, how much hope is still lingering in the heart, can only think of residing in the memories of the road junction. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do a lot of things.
The watery years, youth is the most beautiful scenery, but also the most cherishable years.
Close your eyes and think y, in fact, God has given the youth unlimited vitality and new ideas, is to be cherished, obsessive grasp.
The years gone by, can not touch the beauty of youth, footsteps in a hurry to run away, how will you stay for your disappointment, traces of youth has been the vicissitudes of face rinsing, the wheel of the mature men and women have been pushed to the middle-aged ferry, passionate fantasies and romance is no longer possessed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
People can be very ordinary, can also be very simple, but do not abandon the love of life. The actual youth has been around us. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company, and then you have to pay for it. In this country the sun is still bright, not all covered by gray.
Looking back on life, the original youthful vigor is not only young boys and girls, there are a lot of people who love life and life, youth is not 20 years old season, the original youth belongs to the challenge of life and full of passion people. It is also like those of us who love words.
The vicissitudes of life, the same life, not the same life, yesterday I lamented the youth far away, no longer for me to stay, today I use the words of the youth dream, perhaps there is my loss and sadness, but hope that after the storm of life tomorrow, we look forward to the youth can be in the beautiful words to fly, no longer have sadness.
Look at the red dust, the scenery is particularly good, write life, colorful, so fly me full of wishes Kongming Lantern, in the vast ocean of words, riding on our boat of hope, blowing our youth horn, but I hope to make the long-lost youth can be in the knowledge of the ocean surging impassioned ......
Part V: Youth
Youth, really very thin, like a dandelion floating in the sky, the wind blew, scattered.
We spent four years finally fell in love with the foot of this once complained countless times land, but still in the last moment had to leave. Every year to see a lot of older siblings dragging luggage out of the campus door, are very strange why there will be so many tears and emotions, until the pointer to our moment to understand:
Time is really just a paper sign, can be very easily broken, when your ears are graduation and other words disturbed when you should know, in fact, it is not far away from you.
Accompanied by warm sunshine to see all four years of scenery, memories of the wind is very beautiful and sweet language, washed by the rain became more colorful story, can not help but smile, the corner of the mouth slightly up, as if I saw myself walking in the depths of the youthful Peach Grove, quietly encountered a piece of the lamps and lanterns.
Four years of college is like a very meaningful but did not finish the novel, after we wrote the beginning and climax in high spirits, hastily finished the ending. When we are old, standing in the sunshine in the sun, to the university of this book read again and again, and found that it is really a book too hastily.
The face of friends around one after another to leave, the mood is mixed, to the end of the final parting of the end, I really do not know what to say, when they embraced each other to say goodbye, everyone swears to believe that there is a past and a future, the past has been generated at our feet, but the future of the existence of the real.
Thinking back to that day, we sat at the wine table and pushed the glass, the teacher classroom wonderful lecture notes, we **** with the examination exchange writing tomorrow. A wonderful clip in front of our eyes non-stop restoration, everyone with a smile with tears silently held up memories, in order to once that young and frivolous, a drunken millennium.
Perhaps many years later, we can recall that we once walked together through the campus, but also recall when the sun set after we had a crush on a teenager, but also remember the time to escape from the classroom after that period of time was forgotten by the teacher over the years.
Time is like a machine, to go through the years diluted, organized, and left behind is the baptism of youth and the baptism of pain to speak with the pen to the end of the world in the years of dreams.
Every time I hear those around the younger siblings to discuss some of the legends that happened to us, every time I see them repeat some of the deeds that we do not know how many times we repeated, every time I think of those who are on the evening study and morning exercises on the hard work of the younger students, unknowingly realized that they have lost the capital of the university life to complain. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
Time has taken away a lot of things around us, and taught us a lot of truth. In the middle of this back and forth lost and picked up, stayed to become a surprise, lost to become a memory. Four years of time, written with unforgettable notes, remember when the sky is blue, the sun you are very bright, the wind was very light, like a youth you.
Graduation is like a color pen, in each leave the ivory tower people painted on a trace, to add a warm color for life, not to be parted from the sadness to get too cold.
The world is a chaotic world, when the graduation took away the years of ignorance, we still have to be silent and alone on the road, a hand held by the reality of the curse, a hand to write down nowhere to talk about the words, and then restart a new life. University is a very warm story, many years later, when the dream angle was reality smoothed, then we can still hold a very light mood, waiting for once that warm story slowly grow old.
Youth is a bumpy road, from far and near to us to extend, who do not know where it will lead, so we are always walking in the direction of visible, stumbling and leaving a vague figure and deep shallow marks.
Gazing at the old days, the wind blew down the leaves lost sound, walking on campus footprints gradually stranded, floating in the air restless dreams, flow in the heart of the teenager blazing love, there is a section did not say confession, all in a tear watering stayed in the can't go back yesterday.
Youthful years, there are laughter, tears, sighs, and attachment, when the feet of the moss spread time soil, we have grown up. Thinking back to the once fated arrangement, even if the youthful sky into a written full of scattered theme, I am always glad to meet the flow of years, to our lives left so rich and wonderful title page.
Years later, we sat in a cozy cabin, watching a good TV, enjoying the beautiful fresh, will really understand the meaning of youth. Those who occur in the youth of men and women between the injury away from the clip is just an episode in the years of youth, and those who have hurt us and love us are witnesses to the growth of our youth, but also the significance of the existence of our youth.
Youth, like a trip, do not care about the destination, but along the way on the road scenery and the mood to see the scenery.
Youth, like a glass, when we break it towards the front, looking at their own flesh and blood body, and finally left on us only tears of sadness.
Part VI: Catching up with youth
There is a beautiful called cardamom years, that is green and beautiful, there is a kind of passing called time as water, I can not retain the hourglass of time, so I'm trying to catch up with the shadow of youth, but the years can not stop, to retain for me a touch of the once beautiful have. --Title
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled on my face. I was happy to say goodbye to last night's bleak, looking forward to finding today's style, the sun feels gentle. Warm, it does not have the darkness and gloom and worry, gentle like a lover's eyes, warm like a lover's broad arms, I enjoy it gently caress and soft kiss. Enchanted in this slightly cold fall.
Rubbing a drowsy eyes, I stood in front of the closet, in front of the flash mirror, stretching my arms, to embrace me to wake up, but the mirror shadow, how is so vague, confused.
Is it that I am not myself, time travel, I forget myself in the youth station, this is not a severe winter, why my temples will have that cold frost, spots, vaguely visible,
I was stunned, is it that I have not had that former vitality, the past innocence.
The old, the wheel of the years mercilessly crushed my youth, it has been broken into a little bit of wreckage, only the corner of the eye that deep a crease,
Nearly middle-aged, the time shuttle in a circle, the pendulum of time in the desperate shake, like water flowing years, how many of my dreams, how much of my youth. I can't find the answer.
At this moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and snuggling. Cheeks no longer have youthful elasticity, the body is no longer flowing youthful passion, the heart no longer have youthful ignorance, I kissed the corner of my eyes with tears of gloom. I touch my forehead with the palm of my hand with vicissitudes of life. I use sadness to relieve the passing spring.
The last stop is the beautiful scenery. The next stop is the next stop is the next stop is the next stop is a frank life. I desperately looking for my shadow, but now my feet have been tired, I have no fantasy hazy feelings, only one layer of their souls to wash stripped.
Cut short their own full of thousands of strands of sad tresses, over and over again bleaching my sideburns gray. Now I do not need youth that kind of green vitality. Rather, I want to walk through the difficult half of life,
Cang Sang Dushi, washed my humble soul,
Confused life, casting my stubborn personality,
Light shade locks.
The heart of the pain. It is not possible to use the footsteps to catch up with the flow of years,
The diary in the day by day, it records my joys and sorrows. The calendar is also torn in a page, a piece of wreckage, I can not pick up, because time can not stay for someone. Footsteps in a hurry forward, day after day, year after year, bearing the loss of years.
Dreams I still long for the next station beautiful, eyes I still look for lost youth. So the mirror that shines on the earth's beauty and ugliness, good and evil mirror I frankly accepted the baptism of time, I relieved their souls, because the time to carry away is my past, can be retained is now my real life,
I am not afraid of the wind and rain, I'm not afraid of aging. I am grateful that life has once again given me the most profound sharpening.
Turning back, I still have no regrets, I will once again bravely step up to catch up with the youth footsteps, step by step with a solid. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Part VII: To Youth!
Who youth is not gorgeous? Who does not have a youthful vigor? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Everyone has to experience youth, everyone's life will become magical because of youth. Walking in youth, you will feel that life is so colorful, and at the same time is so sour and confused.
A lifetime, all the years are not as rich as youth. Childhood, too naive and ignorant, middle age is too smooth and worldly, old age is too insightful and indifferent. Only youth can be unruly, can be arrogant, can be brave, can be free.
Youth, how good a word, looking at people longing; youth, how loud a sound, listening to people heartbeat; youth, how beautiful a light, thinking about people will be intoxicated.
Generations of people in different times in different versions of the interpretation of youth epic. No matter what the background of the era is, can not curb the youth to bring people bright and shiny; no matter what the main theme of life is, can not imprison the youth to bring people passion and vitality.
I want to stand on top of the mountains and shout, "Long live youth!"
I would like to face the vast ocean, shouting: "Youth has no regrets!"
I would like to fly to the blue sky, write "youth" petals sprinkled all over the world.
I would like to run in the vast grassland, so that filled with "youth" laughter resounded through the clouds, floating to the far away.
Everyone's youth will be a self-directed movie, and it must be a masterpiece. There is no lack of full story, no lack of touching plot, no lack of innocent years, no lack of beautiful picture.
Because of youth, even if bitter, but also willing; because of youth, even if confused, but also brave; because of youth, even if painful, but also willing; because of youth, even if falling, but also smiling; because of youth, even if tears, but also carnival; because of youth, even if injured, but also free; because of youth, even if bad, but also precious.
Love and youth is a lotus flower, as beautiful, as precious. Although it is youthful, lonely, melancholy. But that's definitely the purest, truest and most beautiful. The movie "to our dying youth" has these words very touching, "no matter whether the two favorite people have not together that is not important, important is that years of youth, is that you hold hands together to come." "Life is so long, one day not to the end, you will not know which one is to accompany you to the end. Sometimes you meet someone and think it's her, and then you look back later and realize that she's really just the one who gave you what you wanted along the way." "In front of love, anyone is blind." Therefore, do not get entangled in whether or not there is no repair, as long as it is sincere walk through can, because the world is unpredictable, the creation of people is this world from time to time to play the tragic drama. Eventually enhance the understanding of love: "In fact, love a person should be like loving the motherland, mountains and rivers!" When I saw this line, I was thinking, what kind of love is that? With the blue sky and the sea like a broad bosom to embrace, with a trickle of water like a tender love to stain, with no greed and possessiveness to appreciate the plain heart, with the slight ripples of the rhythm to sing, with the soul between the cracks of the rock flowing like a clear spring of clarity and purity to penetrate the nourishment. No matter when and where, no matter the sky in front of us, this love is in the heart, rooted and sprouted.
The youthful sky is always so blue, even if it is cloudy, pouring rain, it does not matter, as if it is a wonderful picture in the sky. Youthful earth is always so fragrant, even if the wind is swept, snow ice, that's no harm, as flowers and grass in the wheel of shallow sleep.
Youth color is colorful, red ideal, purple romance, blue thoughts, black mystery, white purity. ......
Youth is a state of mind, sunshine, moonlight, starlight, starlight, colorful, chasing the moon; youth is a mood, flowers are sweet, birds singing, the wind whisking, spring water ding dong, waves surge; youth is a mood, soft willow dance, microwave ripples, double butterflies play, dragonflies pointing to the water.
Youth should be more of an attitude, it should not be associated with age. As long as we are young at heart, even if the wrinkles on the cheeks and no harm? As long as our love is inexhaustible, even if the green silk into Chinese hair and what is the harm?
Youth, it means beautiful; youth, it symbolizes eternity; youth, it is marked engraved.
If we say that youth will pass away, it can only mean that we loosened our arms to embrace youth; if we say that youth is only used for nostalgia, it can only mean that we gave up the right to love or lost the ability to love; if we say that youth has limp away from the words, it can only mean that our heart has withered; if we say that youth will not always be in the words, it can only mean that our souls no longer have the wind blowing, there are flowers blooming.
Let's pay tribute to our youth:
No one is ever seventeen, but some people are always seventeen.
No one is always young, but some people are always youthful.
Part VIII: Youth without regrets
Youth, quietly, in that quietly remind me of the youthfulness. Perhaps, many years later, in some midnight corner will seriously remember when the days, was once young and touched.
Youth like poetry, is the most extravagant, most gorgeous, most pure years of life. I miss those college scenes, where youth is perfectly blossomed and shines with splendor. I look back again and again, with those framed images, still objects, flowing sound, warm atmosphere nostalgic youth, edited into a mottled movie, to be treasured as a memory, to retain a clear image, so that it can be reproduced eternally, but also to remind me, never forget those beautiful, innocent feelings, that is, life can no longer have time.
Nostalgia for the kind of junior high school that is always simple and quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, that is a paradise. Walking in the campus, facing the sunshine through the leaves, listening to the wind, the feeling is in the painting linger. A young face blooming bright as flowers smile, overflowing with youthful flavor. Bicycle sped past, loaded with youthful enthusiasm, all the way to spill. On the path, is a leisurely figure, wandering chanting the poetry of youth.
Every corner of the campus has left a youthful imprint, stored young time. The four seasons, the fall of a tree and a tree leaves, and ushered in a blooming flower, only the still life silently witnessed all this.
Roadside benches quietly waiting for those hard-working figures, or a few friends chatting cordially, providing them with a cozy little world. On the sports field, the basketball box overlooking the youthful figure, waiting for that a goal agreement. On the soccer field, every inch of grass is sprinkled with youthful sweat. When everything returned to calm, only the empty field in the story of the past, where there was the sound of shouting and cheering, there was a game when the crowd was boisterous, there was a ball across the beautiful curve.
I miss the quiet atmosphere of studying in the classroom, tables and chairs lined up neatly. In the summer, the fan accompanied by the sound of cicadas chirping outside the window tirelessly turned, the wind blew into the classroom. The table set up books, notebooks, and chatter seems to always write pen, the kettle standing quietly at one side, time as water, in the quiet flow. Everything is so quiet, the sky is very blue, the clouds are very light, the day seems so long, seems to be always so long. I miss the teacher's lectures, we listened and wrote attentively at the bottom, watching the teacher on the blackboard beautiful fluent floor book. Also unforgettable occasional discussion of the problem, get the teacher satisfied with the approval of the smile, constantly nodding, and then the teacher summarized the analysis of the instructions, so that they have benefited a lot.
Nostalgia for that kind of learning atmosphere, you can put all the mind all to study, it is a luxury era, in the ivory tower to enjoy the fun of learning, reading happiness, pure learning. In the library, everywhere you can see the low reading figure, began to miss the turning of each page of paper issued by the sound of clicks.
I miss the dormitory life, there are a few like-minded roommates, eat together, play ball together, go to class together, do many things together. Whether it is ridiculous, funny, or serious, flying, everything is worth to remember, because that is the color of youth. Accustomed to every night sleeper talk, talk about a lot of marginal topics, talk about interesting things in school, talk about the joys and sorrows experienced. Encourage each other, help each other, hand in hand *** with the road through youth. The same key to each other tightly linked together, friendship as brothers, how warm.
I miss every night under the starlight, warm, poetic, romantic. When the night falls, the soft and lights hold up a warm world. The school building is lit up, through the windows, everything seems quiet, peaceful. The windows are like youthful wings, leading to a beautiful future. The campus at night has a mysterious atmosphere, people think, those corners are happening a lot of beautiful stories, the lights of the playground is full of poetry.
The street lamps shed a lot of quiet, shining through the road of our youth. We gathered on the grass, drinking and chatting, looking up at the starry sky, talking about tomorrow, talking about the ideal. And then there is that innocent love, under the starlight, each one is as beautiful as a flower, only lovers can appreciate that kind of simple happiness at that time. We walked through the campus, enjoying the youthful serenity and freedom together.
But when we go, all this is the past. The time can not be reversed, we only have memories.
Each sentence on the graduation guestbook may be the only one, those sincere and cordial words may never be again. Those youth everything may change, including people, regardless of whether the years will change many things, I will always miss the people and things. Those who have stored the youth time photos, objects are our best youth memorial, once time eternal by their collection.
I don't care that everything was changed, but I care about the good memories. The time will be old, but that youthful feelings unchanged, deep into the heart, from time to time, let me recall, touched. The girl called Snow is not forgotten in the slightest, even if someday we as strangers indifferently pass by, she will always remain in my memory, because once she let me heart, is once, not now. Not many people can stay forever in their own limited youth memory, at least I had one, let me feel grateful.
Years later, we may only be able to sing in the song of youth, to relive the youth time, but we have no regrets, because we have been so beautiful to live, have had, leaving the most beautiful light and shadow. Youth is like a song, singing a light melody like the wind, with a brisk rhythm, overflowing with beautiful, dreamy atmosphere. Youth has left, but with the most dazzling light, the most colorful forever in my yellow memory.
This is my junior high school graduation after writing, re-turn out, and there are many feelings!