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Through the tenderness of spring, the abundance of summer, the abundance of autumn and the sacredness of winter. At the age of sixteen, I began to weave a perfect dream for my beautiful mood story.
Sunshine brings me picturesque colors through the blue sky, and my heart is as quiet as a blank curtain, longing for the embellishment of spring.
Lightweight birds flapping their gray wings soar in the sky, giving me the feeling of crying, and my heart is as cold as a thin white gauze. I only long for myself to enjoy that loneliness and that lonely loss quietly. Because, tasting the taste of youth is like tasting a green olive, which is astringent but slightly sweet and cool.
Maybe this is a flash moment, but it's just a wonderful episode in life. After being young and ignorant, the waves in the heart lake are just faint ripples when dew falls into the water. On weekdays, I am crazy and gradually withdraw my heart. I always love sitting alone and looking up at the moon, which is as clear as water; Or in the afterglow of yellow halo, lean against the windowsill, close your eyes slightly and feel the sweetness of dusk.
Perhaps this is the spring of goose yellow and grass green, that is, if a hundred flowers bloom, it is just a slight throb in life. The lively city is brightly lit and colorful, but the dance music of youth is noisy here. Only under the blue sky and green nature, it is music like nature.
It is not just gorgeous and strong youth that is worth remembering. When you tremble slightly, when you are 70 years old and 80 years old, maybe you just vaguely flashed the innocence of 16 years old.
Sixteen-year-old sky, quiet but lively, slender but dignified, simple but gorgeous, youthful flowers, you can smell its fragrance, you can only feel the joy in your heart.
The dream of youth is like a colorful ribbon, winding around the countryside of a mountain village, rendering the faint realm of trees into poetic gold; Youth is like a bright star, shining in the sky of life, decorating this dark and heavy sky into a picturesque splendor.
Life can't always be smooth sailing, and troubles and troubles still follow. However, after all, I entered the ranks of young people, and I also learned how to bear and overcome it.
Along the way, my heart is full of fragrance, blooming in a corner of the world, adding a little red and green to it. Turn this into a fine pen of life, hold it from time to time, engrave it and cherish it.
It's a spring morning, and the grass grows and the warblers fly. The bud of life has blossomed its soft petals, and the wind of years is filled with endless fragrance.
Just want to give life a butterfly-like flight, find infinity in the finite, just want to remember a youthful mood and let endless fragrance precipitate in the wind of years.