To Our Stranded Youth

They are young, frivolous and sharp; They dare to love and hate, they are bruised and bruised, they have no hesitation, they act cute and coquettish, and they move forward bravely; He left her a child and three slaps, then turned and left in a cool manner; She looked at his pretentiousness with cold eyes, greeted his gentleness with a smile, and lived carefully in the little era planned by herself; She is smart, witty, gentle and graceful; she is like a pool of water, calmly transforming all misfortunes and sorrows... ** A group of different human beings living in the same world came together because of a school, resulting in so many love-hate entanglements. When we step into society, how should we feel about this period of regretful youth? Is it regretful or regretful, or is it envy of the original vitality? PS: I would like to use this article to commemorate my youth. To the youth v group: 262264727, welcome to remember the once heroic bookworm~