A season of flowers bloom, a season of flowers fall, and finally fleeting light youth.
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Memories always love to rise scene by scene at the intersection of growth, but youth always grows old bit by bit at the fingertips, old in the gentle sunshine, old in the memories of the breeze blowing willows.
We have youth as if we have everything and as if we have nothing.
Our life is like fleeting, the twinkling of an eye in the fingertips of old, along with youth also crawl all the way, is energetic all the way through mercilessly.
Sad and sad people are more infatuated with the past, prefer memories, and prefer to find some spiritual comfort in memories; they are more likely to welcome the worst with the worst mentality, and wait for the worst to happen, they will be disappointed but not completely desperate about life. Our lives can not help but hide pain, but some pain can not be said, along with youth is also broken to pieces; just like like a person, but finally broke up without a result, wake up and suddenly find that everything is just a farce of youth.
Optimistic and cheerful people always like to look at the strange changes of life with the most beautiful posture, always like to follow the youth wandering around the world with a smile on their faces, and look at everything as beautiful as if it had nothing to do with it in the past.
Our youth inevitably leaves some imperfections, and some imperfections can only pretend not to care; our youth inevitably goes through some tribulations, and some tribulations can only let nature take its course. Just like reading an unfinished novel, we can only follow the development of the plot and allow youth to crawl, and we can only allow youth to grow old slowly under the tip of the author's pen. If the author does not finish, we will have to wait for an update; if the author does not leave the end of the pen, we can only sit back and wait for death, or stop reading. If the author closes the pen, then no matter how sad the ending is, or how happy the ending is, or if it is not the ending we want, we have no other way.
Our youth is closely linked with our growth, and there have been moments of happiness, fullness and happiness. Many stories, we just thought of the beginning, but we did not think of the end, the end may give us an unexpected miracle. Our youth, our life is not like this, there will always be miracles.
I remember that many years ago, we were still young, but suddenly, like a dream, we grew up. I suddenly have a little fear, the fear of youth, full of doubts, but also full of enthusiasm for youth, maybe we will live enough wonderful enough to enrich, maybe soon we will all grow old. Only by experiencing joys and sorrows can we feel the fullness of life in person, just as we strive to fight the waves and seek the hope of living on the sea of high winds and waves.
If youth is not old, then the flowers are invincible, but it is a pity that the years do not leave people. Romance, sunshine, rain and dew constitute the necessity of life, but also constitute our tortuous and full youth. However, in the breeze and the sun, I saw youth grow old at my fingertips.
Author: Ling Ke
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