Because of you, we will not shrink back before the gap in life; Because of you, on the verge of falling, we will always have the power to struggle; Because of you, on the bumpy road full of thorns, there will always be sunshine in the hall of victory in our hearts; Because of you, at the low point of failure, we give ourselves another chance. Without you, there would be no human footprints on Mount Everest; Without you, there would be no green figure stationed on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for many years; Without you, the human team is like a blunt arrow. I really can't imagine how quiet and boring the world would be without you. We don't need your wisdom, your experience and your rational vision, we just need to set sail with your enthusiasm, fearlessness and courage; You just need your perseverance and tenacity to challenge storms and waves until you beat them. Don't blame yourself for being frivolous, it is the brightest symbol of youth; Don't feel inferior because you are shallow. After years of polishing, you will gain full wisdom and experience. But don't indulge your desire, it is like a whirlpool, which will turn you into a bottomless abyss. True youth should learn to master the direction. No decay, no retrogression, your eyes are as bright as a baby. Please hug me, let my life glow with charming brilliance, and let the sun and moon be eclipsed. My slow youth, we should have no regrets! Become eternal. 2. At night, under the neon lights, long shadows, like a clown who can't hide, are changing their own angles, and they can't hide or escape. At this moment, I suddenly wondered if he would tell me any secrets if he could talk.
Walking through a long block, at the corner, I saw several middle school students in school uniforms, talking and laughing. When I passed them, I was inexplicably aroused by a gust of wind, which passed like the wind and quietly evoked unspeakable feelings and deep nostalgia in my heart. At this moment, I want to use my fingers and pen, with a nostalgia, a nostalgia, a miss, a knowledge, through the paper, sigh that time flies, leaving a deep heart in the fleeting time.
Youth is a script that cannot be modified. The script depicts every moment of you. You don't have to rehearse or add a plot. It's all live. And in the script, we are all protagonists, directors and actors. But in the scenes, we seem to have forgotten something, lost something, and drifted away with the sound of the wind.
But in the later stage of the script, I like to use words to pin something and express some feelings. Let those vanished things lie on my gray paper. Waiting for a morning light, an afternoon, a night and inexplicable thoughts. Gently pull the strings of memories, quietly at the window with an unforgettable gesture, looking at the distant land, and carefully reading the past of youth in that fleeting time.
Perhaps, many people's youth seems to have lost its original color. Continue to preach in the burning of passion; When youth is rebellious, it is extravagant; If you don't do it, it will fade. There is not much joy of harvest, and there is no real warmth on the road. Sometimes in the silent night, I will ask myself softly, what's wrong with me? But more is the sighing eyes in the speechless flowers.
I don't know how to state the word youth. It is like the morning light, the touch of sunshine, and the sunset, which dyes the clear water and the sky red. It walks lightly, but it comes and goes in a hurry with a trace of heavy footsteps. In a trance, the script has come to an end.
If youth could come again, would you look for that beautiful dream at the age of flower season and let your soul see the stars on the edge of the desert? Not why, just because of my deep dream, soft words I read every night, and long words buried in flowers.
After a long time, when the wind is beating at night, will you look at the night sky with a smile, but there are ripples in your heart?
If you can regain your youth, will you cherish meeting someone every time? Because the best thing in the world is meeting someone. Regardless of gender, age and gap, I walked quietly in the fleeting time and in the most beautiful years. Remember each other's expressions, habitual movements, and cute moments of raising your mouth. Whether quarreling or laughing, it will be fixed in the space locked by time. It can't be reshaped or copied.
When you leave that familiar face and scene one day and walk alone in the season of falling maple leaves, will you suddenly think of someone, the warm and noisy picture and a trace of nostalgia in your eyes when you look up or down? In the depths of the season, write a word or two of thoughts and blessings, and let it fall gently on the ground with raindrops and be deeply buried in your heart.
If youth can come back, will you cherish the passage of time and manage every moment and every tear that floats by you with your heart? Every time you fall asleep, it takes you away; Every novel covered with textbooks; Every time the mobile phone is placed under the desk; Every note passed, and tears were shed by stinging things. Took you away for a long time in the middle of the night.
After many years, will you smile unconsciously, the dreamlike years, the lost youth.
If youth can come back, will you still talk about a love that is agreed not to be separated? One city, two hearts, enjoying the love of youth. Happy or sad, sincere or false. It has become a valuable experience on the road to growth, giving you a deeper understanding.
If you can start your youth again, will you continue to hide yourself and put on a strong coat to wrap the truest you? Will you still open your heart to welcome every morning? In fact, you know a lot of truth, but I don't know what is stopping your action.
If youth can really come back, will you still decorate your dream years?
If, if you can really start over, what do you want to have and change most? .......
I remember the songs that I often hummed at that time, the melodies that floated, and I seemed to find my own figure in the lyrics.
At this point, I can hear the sound of the pen tip paddling on the paper. Write down a heart in words, write down a past, and write down the most precious memories in youth.
Finally, youth has gradually left, its footprint will become our permanent memory, and more beauty is still waiting quietly behind.