The road of youth is the road of growth, there is no shortage of flowers, there is no shortage of thorns, full of happiness, and there must be trauma. It is the pain of growth, the cruelty of maturity.
While you still have time, do your best, try to do what you want to do the most, become the kind of person you want to be, live the kind of life you want to live the most, the world will always be more wonderful than you think, don't lose to life.
At that time, he was the best of him, but a long time later I was the best me, the best of us separated by a whole youth, how to run can not cross the youth.
The wall clock on the wall, ticking, is not in a hurry, will not take two steps faster for you in a difficult situation, nor will it take two steps slower because you are happy and proud, the magician of the fairest time.
Meeting the right person at the right time is a fairy tale. Meet the right person at the wrong time, that is youth. We said nothing in the spring wind and autumn rain, but we broke off contact in the spring wind and autumn rain. Unforgettable is not that summer, but the ordinary and stable tenderness of your side face.
The school uniform, the front desk, the back seat of the bicycle, everything about youth, it's all about him. Time forgot to take away that summer, and the flickering light and shadow collected the prosperity of memory. Ten years, suddenly this summer.
At that time, the sky was always very blue, the days passed very slowly, and you always said that graduation was far away, but in the blink of an eye, you were running away