Youth is a richly colored oil painting.
Everyone holds a paintbrush, dipping it in paint in their own way to adorn the utopia in their hearts.
Everyone has their own canvas, their own unique youth.
A boy blushing, a girl bashful,
Silent love, again and again; chance encounters, time after time.
The recklessness of youth, the halls of our dreams.
Isn't this what youth is meant to be? The collision of ideals and regrets, the meeting of innocence and sincerity. Here are the free winds beyond the campus, restless hormones, and feverish hearts in love.
In my youth, love was the paint that created a colorful scene.
Lin Ran, we met when we were young and naive, and loved each other in silence. You left so much white space on my canvas, room for imagination and a chance for others to paint. But how could anyone change the memories you gave me? You are the base color of my youth.
Ye Ning, you used purple to embellish my canvas. The naive me met the wise you, and with patience you taught me to grow. You lit a beacon in the fog and showed me the way. You left behind purple like the stars, preserving your elegance.
Shen Xin, your lively and adorable nature was like pink, leaving a touch of girlish pink on my canvas. You always make people remember the innocence of youth, briefly forget their troubles, and face life with a smile. You are full of vitality and bring brightness to others.
How could I be so sentimental, and how could I forget? Again and again, we almost let go but never quite did; again and again, our hearts were shattered. Sometimes we stood firm, then denied each other... Ah, youth. It seems to have passed, and yet it feels like yesterday.
Although it has some shortcomings, it is well written in some aspects.