Who said only a hundred flowers can be colorful, who said only the rainbow is the colorful, my youth color is no less than a hundred flowers, not inferior to the rainbow.
My youth is green, such as pine tree, standing in the rain, with firm and unyielding character, live strong, courageous, live comfortable, extremely elegant and valuable.
My youth is green, such as the Qing Lian generally silt and not dyed, and Li Bai generally flow in the long river of time, showing the self.
My youth is grey, like an abrupt tree, standing on the edge of history as the east slope, and sticking to the self. In the plain, to experience the "take - such as the full moon, looking northwest, Sirius radio Cukuang"; on board the Chibi, to sing "speak to the East, waves are eternal" forceful; truly great men to feel in the moonlight, "ten years of life and death two boundless, not thinking, since unforgettable" beautiful.
My youth is yellow, like the goldenrod, like an easy way of searching in the mortal world. To enjoy the rain after "do you know, I should be fine to taste the taste, flourishing leaves and withering flowers" Yuemanxilou "" no plan to eliminate, only under the brow, but on the heart sad feeling, to feel the creek Pavilion on screen "when the ferry, the ferry, carrying a tan Oulu" Wagner agitation.
My youth is white, like an empty area of water. I often sit in the cool water of the night, the conception of home of the month whether winding, and whether the lower chord. He also recite in his heart, 'waking up and sleeping, the moon is missing and round. Home, we know someone is losing weight in a circle in the distance... " The years that belong to me are flowing in this water, and the distant songs look for the way back home. However, I also moonlight here exclusive, exclusive.
My youth is also transparent. Such transparency makes me and others less estrangement, let people get closer to the world, and feel the beauty and excellence of life in the sunshine. Because it is transparent, my heart suddenly lit up the sky. "One world, one a bodhi tree", they can fall in my heart in a fun, with a wonderful. Because of transparency, it will not make fame and fortune under the pretext of competition. Status is sheltered from achievement. Wealth. Because of the transparency, so it will not be honest with all sincerity. Because transparent, so firmly hold the belief: pain if there is no happiness behind behind, betrayal deception will be good, behind this noisy world there will always be supporting the operation of the earth, such as love.
Our youth has a lot of color, each color has its meaning, each color will accompany you all your life. Witness your brilliant youth.
In the morning, you bath in the dawn, the number of walking into the forest, the first green mining under this season. Put it in your heart, and hope that the small, small space that this leaf covers can be a place for your mind.
The years of early spring dissolved into all the secrets of the young heart.
You have been addicted to a very beautiful, very hazy feeling for a long time. Until one day, you say to yourself: hazy because of the existence of vague vision, there is a distance beauty, but this feeling can only be hidden in the heart, careful care, and dare not let it beat in the sun. After that, you sown a song for yourself:... Water it takes away the time of the story, changed a person, in the sentimental and first waiting of youth...
Although the tears in my eyes, you still smile to the sun. You say you grow up, knowing that youthful youth needs a process that is red by green.
Looking at the familiar swallow at the edge of the eaves, it's autumn now. The leaves have not completely withered, but the swaying posture is more like to make you feel a sense of sadness, I wonder if this is it glad or sad: the tree has withered, when next year green, but each time the decline and Xingrong for its life, not a difficult transition, it the life experience I do not know how much time such misery.
So, you say, people may be lucky. For life and death are always only once.
There is only one life in a person, and you swear to cherish it.
That night, you look at the sky, suddenly feel palpitations: he is not like that of a star, hidden in the cold turkey? In this age, this season, no white and dark blue should be life in the sky. Because bright red and golden are releasing enthusiasm, they are never repressed.
When you know this, you know that there will never be a wobbly boat in tonight's dream.
The winter rain Xixi, decided to go out. The woods in the suburbs, you can see the trees and shrubs that emerge of itself and perish of itself in nature. Gazing at each other in cold wind and cold rain. Do you suppose they are greeted, perhaps hanging in the heart. I can't understand their words, but it is clear that there is a kind of tacit agreement between them.
It turns out that some of the best feelings are conceived in the darkest days. Then, with a bright, you set foot on the way home.
When the stars are asleep, you sit under the lights, turn a thick calendar, rustling, with every piece of paper, and you are full of dreams and whispers of casual search. These past days was stroking, you ask yourself: is a collection of too much in the past, and the memory of the past......
A wind without rain weather, you went to the woods, in a dwarf shrub site, dug a small hole, the tidy calendar inside. After the cover, you go back on your head, the sky is clean, nothing, like your heart at the moment.