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In those years, our youth

Time: 2015-06-07 Source: Original Editor: Xiaozhi Reading: Times

We ca n’t use a heavy book to record those lost days like those young writers; we ca n’t paint beautiful youth like those art painters with beautiful paintings; we ca n’t like those older elderly The wrinkles of the years are also used to characterize those who have passed away.

And we can only reflect our nostalgia for those lost days between these words and prove that we have experienced it.

Falling water and falling flowers also go to spring-heaven and earth.

After all, we still eat fireworks in the world, love in love.

Flowers bloom and fall, cloud cirrus Yunshu.

After all, we still can't forget those once gorgeous.

In those years, we sang and laughed together, although we were tired but happy. But those days are still gone. The lost youth is not coming back, leaving only some beautiful marks, but this will eventually be eroded by the wind of years. And all we can do is keep adding deep marks to keep these beautiful pigs in honor of those youths we have lost.

The mottled wall engraved with traces of the passing years, and also recorded the youthful frivolity of the past. Now the vicissitudes outside the window, the tree, the person, is it still? Looking back suddenly, the scenery is still the same, the personnel is completely different. Some people think you can see you again; some things you think you can continue. But at the moment you turn around, some people will never come back; some things you will never find again. That was just a page of silence in our lost youth.

"You are in my deep mind, in my dream, in my singing ..." The faint singing sounded, and I seemed to understand that moment. That was just what happened in a dream, and the article just records the years we were green, like the years of water, and we miss the happiness and rogue that we once had. And our dreams are crushed like bubbles in the impetuousness of this university, and gradually fade away, away ...

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