unbridled youth

Classic unbridled youth article 1:

I often wonder whether there is another me in another world, and whether it is so lonely. And our thin and hasty youth, how to end it? In the midsummer sky, the sun is dazzling, and a shallow smile is outlined on my mouth. I am running hard in the sun, trying to get rid of those naked sorrows. At the wayward age, I am screaming at others' bone marrow. At a certain moment, I feel like a movie, and my youth will be squandered by me. Even if I am sad, I have to pretend as if nothing has happened.

Who said that youth is a gorgeous wound, which destroys all our remaining tenderness all the time? The sun is so dazzling that we can't see the reality clearly. The "XXX is a bad guy" engraved on the desk when I was a child has also been eroded into desolation by the fleeting time, and at all times, we have quietly changed our previous simple appearance. In high school, the perfect pictures I recorded on film were put in one thick photo album after another, and our youth was placed there, but youth always inevitably passed away, and the photos turned yellow, telling me that it was just the past.

Meeting the wrong person at the right moment is a heartbreak, and meeting the right person at the wrong moment is a sigh. The world is so big, and we always pass by. It seems that every time pleasure reaches its peak, it is the beginning of tragedy. Fairy tales often begin with: a long time ago. . . . . . Fairy tales often end in:. . . . . . . From then on, I lived a happy life. I thought that every time the prince appeared, all the hardships were over. I thought that I was close to the fairy tale with you, and a gorgeous prelude was about to be staged, but the protagonist was not me! I asked God: How can I forget the sad things while laughing? Smile, familiar smile, eyes, empty eyes, the blink of an eye with a long interval, and the fading face. In the fleeting time that cannot be replaced, I don't cry or laugh, only indifference and pride remain.

Is it true that the tears will naturally stay after the necessary sadness is accumulated inside? What can't be erased is the most sentimental memory, our youth, sad, showing off, listening quietly, those songs that belong to us. One day, there was a man who had a period of time, laughed, cried, loved someone, and said those vows, which shook the sky. There is no darkness, no mixed impurities. In front of my eyes, the beauty of the past is constantly emerging, and the crumbs of youth are constantly flashing in my mind. You accompany me to be crazy together, accompany me to wander together, and lose both sides. In order to wait for the train to accompany me to eat 13 packets of ketchup in KFC, and to make me happy and accompany me to travel all over Hangzhou, my feet are blistered until they bleed. In order to earn enough face on my birthday, I specially bought a 14-inch double-decker cake and a bunch of roses, and I was scolded for wasting money and almost smashed the cake, so that I could continue to talk about coldness. . . . . . . I wrote everything about you as the story itself. You said that my care is to give you pleasure.

Summer is inexorably going away, just as my youth can't stand the attack of loneliness and begins to fade away. On the other side of youth, there stands a symbol of belonging. Next season's roses are blooming like beautiful flowers. Learn and understand the story of moistening the moment with sweat and passing our time. I love to write short words on small pieces of paper, and then put them on a rope with a beautiful clip. When the wind blows, I will smile foolishly and firmly believe that the wind will convey my thoughts to you.

Youth is a never-ending journey. In the gap of time, the smile with tears is also crystal clear. You said, the world is very noisy, and self, alone, is very lonely. When the prosperity ends, I will still look for your figure, and what I give you is always my gentleness. I want to wake up every day and open my eyes to see you and the sunshine. This is the future I want.

The sun is shining, everyone can be stubborn, all can be soft, and all can bloom in the hot temperature of the fingertips.

a pleasant car doesn't need to be very big, as long as it can carry your full love.

classic unbridled youth article 2:

The ending of the song ... the string is broken ... and listen to the lingering sound ... The hearer is sad ... the bomber is heartbroken in vain ... and the lingering sound echoes ... from far away ... a country without angels ... but it has the fragrance of angels ... (optimistic attitude)

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It's been three years, and it's gone by in a flash, waiting for you. At that time, we were still naive. At that time, feelings were still hazy for us.

three years, three years ago on this day. On that midsummer night, we once said the same thing. Three years later, on this day, I realized that we were talking then. And you, indeed, are long gone. This year's midsummer night is still so long, which makes people itch, flustered and even heartache. At night, it always makes people sad. Tonight, I have no sleep. I don't know how many such days and nights have passed. Suddenly, I found myself accustomed to this life. Put my thoughts on that distant place and tie them to her silently. It is said that time is the best antidote to dilute feelings. However, such an antidote tastes so bitter.

time flies. In our unbridled. Frivolous. Slip away quietly in arrogance. At that time, we were dominated by depravity. Crazy looking for self-righteous true love.

Time flies in our youth and frivolous, time flies in our ignorance, and time flies in our ignorance. Recalling the fleeting time, whoever pales the years. Now, when you look back on that year, the moment you look back, the ease with which you smiled indifferently, the extremely calm expression, and the extraordinary and graceful posture. At that moment, persistence was broken. Turning around, those innocent eyes seem to have lost their former luster. Followed by the eyes that see through the world of mortals and see through everything.

Maybe what used to be today is just a classic and unbridled youth article 3:

When I entered adolescence, I found myself changed: I loved reading novels, daydreaming, living in fairy tales, and being more ladylike ... The political teacher said that adolescent children often pay more attention to their self-image and their position in others' eyes. Yes, I am such a person. I can't help washing my hair every day and endlessly fiddling with my short hair. I can't stick it too tightly or get too loose. I get up at 5: 3 in the morning, stay in the bathroom for half an hour, and look in the mirror repeatedly ... < P > Once I accidentally saw Let's Watch the Meteor Shower together. Although I only watched it for a few minutes, I fell in love with it from that moment on. My parents forbid me to watch idol dramas, and I am very obedient. If no one else wants to watch them, I will definitely not even touch them. Maybe it's because of adolescence. I have a new understanding of some mature words.

my grades are average, and they are high and low, so my father strictly controls me not to touch TV dramas and QQ. I don't know why, I have always been obedient to my father since I went to school, but I have the courage to be presumptuous, making me go east, west, south and north. For this reason, I paid a painful price: my right to watch TV was confiscated, my beloved mp5 was taken back, I was questioned many times, and I was shut up in the house to reflect ... Although I was afraid of being scolded by my parents, I still had the courage to keep on teaching. (opening speech)

I am a music lover. In my life, my spiritual pillar is music. It seems that I can't live without music. Approved by the teacher, listen to rock; Be praised, listen to songs like JellyPop; Listen to lyric songs when you are in leisure. Of course, those songs are almost all about feelings, because I really can't find too many songs that are not about this theme. At first, I felt disgusting, and then I got used to it, and I fell in love with this feeling-beautiful and beautiful. I even had an almost impossible dream-to be a singer or an actor, while my mother wanted me to study abroad, get a master's degree, get a postdoctoral degree, and even get the money ready at this moment. In order to be satisfied, I hold a music box every day, play my favorite songs, comprehend the dance, and sing while dancing. I imagine myself as a superstar of today's all-powerful situation, sweating every time, and sometimes I will be scolded by my father for delaying the comprehension, but I will still smile in the end.

I love music, and I love music impudently; I love dreams, and I love them impudently; I love freedom, and I love freedom impudently. Youth is presumptuous, presumptuous is youth ...