Youth placement

As for youth, we are always losing. However, because of losing, missing and hurting, we know more about cherishing the inscription at the intersection of youth, the youth in memory came to an end temporarily, and finally became an eternal freeze. Everyone has his or her own youth, and everyone will finally find his or her own destination. In the journey of youth, facing many landscapes and many mistakes, what kind of mood will we use to compose the melody of youth. Someone once said that when I looked up at the sky, I was not looking for something, but for loneliness. I used to be a lonely child. When I was alone, I liked to stand against the window and raise my head, silently facing the sky, then there was no dialogue, no scene, inexplicable sadness. At that time, at the age of 18, I expressed my joys and sorrows with the most real attitude. However, youth is easy to die, age is easy to grow old, vicissitudes of life are rolling, still water flows deep, floating like a dream, and people are not yesterday, standing at the intersection of life, I suddenly understand. In this world, there are always some people you can’t get close to, there are always some things you can’t finish, there are always some places you can’t reach, then why do you hold on? Youth has no destiny, only the persistence of not letting go, I told myself again and again that in my dream, my smile was like a flower. Many pledges cannot match time, and many are naive. They also become more and more childish as time goes by. But I don’t blame myself, because I am just a simple child, so today, I forgave the mistake made by that lonely child. In the journey of youth, after all, there were numerous thorns and lots of temptations. Those plots were weird and changeable, and a child could not escape from that ignorant rush after all, couldn’t he? But I am just the lost child, who wants to find a place to live in the tired dream. Many people leave marks in my life, which I never forget. I used to compare myself to the rose in May, which was dyed freely and charming, just like the rose wandering all over the world, so I gave myself a beautiful but unwillingly named the Rose wandering all over the world. Because I think 18 years old should be like an unfolded red rose, with fragrance overflowing, beauty pursued and troubles of growth. However, along the way, the roses in my heart didn’t bloom as scheduled in that most beautiful season. I also complained deeply about my bigotry, so that I always stumbled countless times on my way to growth, constantly missing the scenery of that season after season, but the missing of the scenery of youth eventually becomes the past, and the lost is doomed to never be found back. Pushing the blue clouds aside, I looked at the distance gently. Many people and many past events would leave traces of pain in the waters of time, or memories would chase the faint direction, light and low, shallow sing? The passing of water is like a beautiful flower. The train of youth passes through one station after another, and finally turns into a point, which is condensed between the pen and ink. The curve of Palm finally bursts into a beautiful Radian, open in the air, it was a youth, full of countless joys and sorrows, carrying many young dreams, and finally fragmented, tearful eyes. As for youth and that scene, I always acted too vividly. What we called Being Strong was just a disguise of the predecessors. Only when you have loved, can you understand how fragile and painful you are. Then you begin to know how to protect yourself. Only when you are silly, can you understand timely persistence and giving up. Only when you have no way to retreat can you understand that there is no need to be so persistent. Missing is a very mysterious thing, which follows the shadow and appears silently in the bottom of my heart. Looking through pages after pages, the story written yesterday suddenly misses the once warm side of youth infinitely, there used to be such a real friendship, and that initial dream was so beautiful. That best friend comforted my mottled heart in countless dark nights. The years faded away, but those original stories and real years were still stored in my heart. I missed them so much, but I was afraid to mention them. When it’s quiet, I like to turn on the computer and listen to Sun Yanzi’s “Meet” over and over again. The feeling is very subtle, clean lyrics, warm pictures, slow melody, the quiet voice always warms my heart. Perhaps, for me, this is also a kind of touch. I love someone for a long time, but it is just a rush of ignorance. In the flood of youth, there are wandering wounds, however, just because of this misfortune, I know more about life and how to cherish it. The past like annual rings explains the growth of a person. Finally, in the final interpretation of youth and magnificence, I understand a truth: Although I have not traveled many roads and bridges in many places, I have seen clouds for many times and drunk many kinds of wine. However, after the passing years, I can deeply fall in love with that person and love each other. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t meet at the beginning. What matters is the last thing: life and death are the same, and you can talk to Zi Cheng, hold your hand and grow old with him. The steps of youth are like flowing clouds and flowing water, which can’t be grasped at all. Let it pass if it has passed away. It is enough to cherish the present. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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