Youth is such a beautiful and poetic word! Some people compare her to the newborn sun; some compare her to flowers with dew; some compare her to the most charming thing in the world - gold! So people say: Youth is the golden age of life. And my youth was lonely, so lonely that it makes me feel cold just thinking about it now. I was so lonely that I hid in bed and sobbed, until the regret of loss wrapped me up, but I still look forward to you never leaving.
Later, only the monotonous shadow watched Liulan with me, listened to the pine breeze, and smelled the fragrance of flowers. Youth forgets us, but it still wants to give us memories. The beauty is like a rose. It has to be tortured with blood and tears all its life. The face in the mirror slowly withers, and the raised fist gradually shatters, leaving only the infinitely sad photo. One day, time goes by and even the memories turn into photos. But even if they disappear one by one from the photo album, we can still smile and say it doesn't matter, because the youth we spent with you, who always tried his best, did indeed exist.
The road of life is so long, and there are people meeting, walking with, and leaving you at every moment. I am grateful to them for enriching my life, and then I will grow up slowly like this. The memory is the sudden dream of "the spring waves are green under the sad bridge, and the shadow of the shocked dragon came"; the memory is the heartbreak of "all the sails are nothing, the water is shining brightly". The pace of time is silent, it passes by inadvertently, spring goes and autumn comes, and the youthful years end in an instant.
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