I believe, youth do not have the horizon

Perhaps, "youth is sadness, bright and beautiful."

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Listen to the song the familiar melody, singing those familiar with the words: "want to fly to the sky, and the sun side by side, the world waiting for me to change, want to dream from others, not afraid to see, here I realized, loud laughter let you I side by side, not happiness, where despite troubles, brave step forward, I stand in middle stage. I believe I am I, I believe that tomorrow, I believe that youth do not have the horizon, in the going down of the sun, the sea in busy street, is my heart the most beautiful paradise. I believe in free, I believe in hope, and I believe that stretched out his hand and can run into day, have you by my side, make life more fresh every minute, was wonderful, idobelieve......" Chanting, forget where the truth, reveal all the way along the youthful steps for on, straight to the end, step by step, left the footprint of the cranky, those who registers of time's trace, in the shadow of the time, and buried, dies.

Youth, life is only a real youth, cardamom time, flower rainy season, we vigor 4 shoot, we fight brave, we the vibrant, our beautiful simple, we happy, we regret, we laugh, we cry, color of the world, let youth depict a gorgeous colour, piecing together the life of notes. However, in the face of the old to appearance, coursing through the river of time, as if our best devoured, so, we started memories and begin to learn to regret and satisfaction. We're longing for the deathless, the dream, and we cherish, this final compromise. People go to castle peak in, we will one day in the old, perhaps, we begin to seek a young heart.

Romantic season, like that, like a a, surrounded by the lingering,. In the end, we have at both ends of the heart mutually cherish to, also have our heart in the us, a hand through the time, also have our separation tears, let fall to heart. Youth, is the only, youth, is beautiful.

Dark world, there are always mottled shadow, residual before sunset reveals the look of sadness. I have been very serious once appreciate "the infinite good" beauty, but also seriously feel "just near evening" pale. Youth is a sorrowful, in the first KongWen white paper on the outline of a few word, there will always be deep lines, the parallel, at the intersection of the straight line, the winding, connected curve.

Xishan sunset, I would still be sky look, look at the Haitian connect the horizon, there, like two the intersection of the world, when we go over the journey, will be the peace of mind, and come to the end across a starting point. We desire to stay in here, bathed in the sunlight is delicate and charming, we have too many shed, stems from a few beautiful, also mixed with some regret.

We write something about youth's poems, and after we deduce some belong to our own life, and we have some of the fate of the unique. We used to hide into the camera, in youth the freeze in youth, we often turn over in memory of those yellow photos and those not send letters, then look vaguely young's smiling face, pure thoughts, we 10000 we write the surge of emotion surge, such as the surface of the water, in the water, a layer of the ripples in the breeze, gently, the rippling boat, with the past and present to the past. Time always, never to return, however, are often in mind.

Youth is a song linger, a song of grief exclusive, we continue to linger for time, but always in the chase in time and time after. We yearn for this period of linger, but is more likely to spend in a flash. One day, when youth away quietly, and we will find that those who passed, it is we have lost.

Youth is a love, a passionate love, we're hooked, but had to in memories of the want to see, as if the flower leaves, and in a hurry away thanks and long. Once upon a time, we waited, the romantic and beautiful picture, once upon a time, we are looking forward to, those dreams and disillusioned words, once upon a time, we shouted belonged to the youth, we 39 passion and once upon a time, with weeping spent those like linger.

"Look at the flower is sweet, yes the extinction of a woman who frets jade?" Youth is fragile, youth is full of gratitude. Not at the end of the end, is a miss up heart. We feel the nature that is honest and quiet, even if, the youth are left out in the boundless winter.