Someone once asked, "What is the answer to happiness?" I have been thinking a lot about it, and I still can't answer it comfortably. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find a way to get the best out of this. So, I looked through books and books to find an explanation. When I looked back, there was a famous quote hanging on the wall: "The dawn of life is paradise, youth is the real paradise." The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Youth is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky, like the charming sea, far and wide, rich in fantasy. When you drive the boat of youth, in the vastness of the sea of life when traveling, will you fear the danger of huge waves to swallow you? Will you be blind and follow the current? Pick up the side of the "responsibility", so that it accompanies you, then, you will ride the wind and break the waves, the birds will be in front of you behind the song and cheers, the fish will be in front of your boat boat dance.
Youth is green, like the verdant bamboo, like the open grassland, full of unlimited vitality and vigor. When you drive the horse of youth, in the boundless life of the grassland gallop, you will fear the hail to smash you the helplessness of the pain? Will you be blind, looking for water? Pick up the side of the "courage", so that it accompanies you, then, you will be strong wind against the dust, sheep will be in front of you behind the soft bleating, bees will be in front of your horse butterflies without flying.
Youth is a fruitful golden fall in the yellow, like a burning flame, like the rising sun, vibrant, full of hope, willing to give light and warmth selflessly.
Youth is a snowy extension of the cold winter in the white, like snow like waves, such as clouds like the moon, white and flawless, like a white paper, such as the writing of the text, love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.
In fact, youth is colorless. Like the wind is ever-changing, like the fog is gorgeous and charming. But youth is colorful, have it, then have a colorful life.
When the morning, the sun's first wisp of golden hair across the quiet mystery of the dark curtain, whether you realize it or not, the train of youth has been up and running. Perhaps, your eyes clearly showed the fear of this trip is uncertain; perhaps, your eyebrows bloomed with the pleasure of victory. Although, the road ahead is long, see! The journey is long, and the spring is still bright. Pigeons flying in front of your window, with white wings, waving to you happily, the blue sky and white clouds will always remind the "youth, happiness", and silently bless you.
Youth is a beautiful poem, is a beautiful song. Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.
Our youth is flying, we have no regrets about our youth!
Our youth is flying, we have no regrets about our youth!