For a man born in 197s who is in his fourth year, youth seems to be a pile of broken glass: years are ruthless, and youth is gone; There are only the passage of years and the crow's feet growing in the corner of my eyes. Now look at those young and vivid faces in front of me, and I feel that my youth is gone forever!

I remember when I was young, I was full of passion and vitality. I also thought that the world is not as big as my own mind; I once sang wildly and laughed proudly, and bamboo sticks and shoes were lighter than horses. But now I look back at myself again. After so many years, I still have the sound of the waves. I have an old ticket from several years ago. Where has the passenger ship of my youth sailed? ! I am really ashamed to look back on my youth partner, classmate, friend or colleague in Cang Sang. Some of them have been promoted to official positions and become leaders of their units. Some moved into large units after they were promoted to school, which provoked the backbone of the business; Some went to the competent bureau and brought their purses to the bureau leaders; Others changed their careers and started companies; Others changed their careers and started promising careers such as lawyers. The worst thing was myself, not buying a house in the city and driving a four-wheeled car. Everything is still crawling forward, crawling forward and crawling forward at the speed of snails. When we got together again in the past, our share of fear and shame could only be swallowed by knocking down our front teeth.

once upon a time, I sang "My youth is my master", once upon a time, I sang "My youth is not a dream", once upon a time, I read poems of youth, once upon a time, I dreamed of being young, and once upon a time, I thought I was always at the peak of my youth. For the sake of this youth, I was young and didn't know the taste of sorrow, but now I know the taste of sorrow and want to say it, but it's cool for a good autumn. People close to middle age have everything to rest!

Youth is beautiful, and everyone wants to have it forever. But the year is a butcher's knife, which inadvertently dissects us beyond recognition. Previously, students said that they would hold a commemorative party for the twentieth anniversary of junior high school students' graduation in July this year, and established a group of friends for junior high school students. I happened to see a group of photos of my classmates when I was fifteen or six years old. Those green and vivid faces! Let yourself be in a trance and return to the era when I studied hard all day and was busy preparing for the exam all day. I feel that vivid faces are the background color of our past youth now, which is the bud of our youth! Those old black-and-white photos left behind our temporary youth, but at that time we were so young and inexperienced that we threw a lot of energy lightly and wasted a lot of youth. Have you ever thought that Yangzhou had a dream for ten years, and there were only old wine marks on the sleeves? Have you ever thought of youth, Huashan discussing swords, Shaolin waving fingers, Tianshan folding plum hands, and dejected hands, all of which gently waved their sleeves at us and never took away any colorful clouds in the sky above us! It just left us an aging body and a trace of silver hair in the short and vigorous black hair!

Recalling the saying in Su Shi's poem Jiangchengzi: ... If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know the seams, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. At night, I dream of returning home suddenly, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and loose.

Su Old Master Q thinks of his wife, who was close to each other in her youth, and her chest is full of memories of her, and her chest is also full of infinite memories of that youth. I have remembered the acquaintance and acquaintance when I was young, I have remembered that when I was young, I wanted to go, but I still sniffed at the plum blossoms. I have remembered that I was accompanied by vows when I was young, and I have remembered that I would like to fly together. Inadvertently, yin and yang are separated from life and death forever. When I read this word in my youth, I was intoxicated with beautiful poems. Only when I read it in my middle age can I realize the poet's sad artistic conception: life and death are boundless, and I can't see it in heaven and earth! Heaven can't meet you in the ground, and the beauty of the past has disappeared in another world. There are only unforgettable memories of those beautiful years. Even if we meet, it's hard to get to know each other, because there is dust all over our faces and temples, such as frost. The young bus has already left us for the vast distance, leaving a trace of melancholy. I thought that in those days, my old husband once talked about juvenile madness, leading dogs on the left, holding the sky on the right, looking northwest and shooting Sirius. It is pitiful that I am full of poetry books, which makes me full of inappropriateness.

Su Shi is great and outstanding, but he still feels so sorry for the passing of youth, not to mention my mediocre and ordinary generation. Years destroy old people, and youth waits for no one! Missed, just missed. Caressing the present and recalling the past, lingering and sorrowful, can not be exchanged for the second youth of this life. The youth of a broken place makes people feel embarrassed; Glass slag on the ground can only stab people and hurt people. Sitting in front of the computer and coding these dim words to mourn my youth? My youth, hey, ran all the way in frivolous, and sank in silence.

I still remember the youth when I was studying, the carefree and complacent when I was working, the passion and joy when I got married, and the time flies like a day. Now, I am left with my' age of being in Grade Four' and my dull days. Days are spent at work, but days are gone in life. Time is like water, don't give up day and night; Time flies, and the sun and the moon turn. Today, I am accompanied by a burst of sun in the morning, and suddenly I wander alone against the light shadow in a bright moonlight. In his youth, from a pot of wine among the flowers was drunk and enjoyed himself, but when he looked back, it was a crescent moon flowing westward, and there was no reason not to shed tears. The ancients said: You don't see, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return; Don't you see, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, the sun turns to snow. I don't know where the autumn frost is dyed in the mirror. It is the passing of time, and it is the eternal return of youth. Since ancient times, no one can pass; Some are struggling in youth, while others are striving for progress and unremitting pursuit in youth. In this way, I can live up to my youth and not be as vulgar as my generation. Your youth, you have to be the master, don't be a former Minstrel like me, and be a decadent school that is sad for the moon and hurts the autumn now.

I wrote such words in a slight sadness, in order to express my lost youth! Regain the youth broken like glass, recall the lost rhyme, and leave yourself with faint scars. I hope all young friends can cherish their youth, make my youth my master, seize my time, plant the most beautiful seeds in the most beautiful season of life, and reap the most fruitful fruits in the autumn of life.