Author: Captain
Time is an insurmountable chasm, and the end of the story is that we will all grow old, when the prosperity fades away the gorgeous wings and restores its original appearance, and the once restless youth reflects the golden flow of years.
One session at a time. We met in this youthful flowery age, moisturizing the sweet rain and dew, enjoying the sunshine bath, revealing a passionate and surging vitality, like a breeze, youth is compelling, on the stage of life we solemnly appeared, staged a wonderful drama. It is the only exclusive of a beautiful situation, and it accompanies our lives, just once. Youth is also irreversible, giving us a sense of mission without regrets, it allows us to bravely follow the footsteps of fate, find the truest self in the heart in an unknown field, and obtain the long-awaited growth and transformation.
Young and crazy. We are free-spirited, even a little maverick, maybe we are not special enough, but we can live out our personality. We all have untouchable scales on our bodies, and under the strong appearance, we also hide the hidden vulnerability, and we will be sad and cry. That vivid face is still a little childish, but there is boiling blood flowing in the bones, and a hot heart, thinking that we can conquer the ambition of the whole world, and the world is at our disposal. Looking up at the stars of the galaxy, even if it is only the small one, we must strive to bloom out of the brilliant starlight and illuminate the path of life.
Wind chaser teenager. We envision a better life, fantasize about the future, and breathe every inch of air under the sun. We gallop on the track of life, sprinkling the sweat of youth. We put on our wings and flew in the narrow sky, fighting hard against the sky. When the vicissitudes of time gradually change our few faces that are no longer prosperous, am I still the teenager who chased the wind?
Youth love. It was a throbbing season when the love sinuses first opened, and love began to sprout in our hearts, longing for a sustenance of snuggling with each other. At that time, some ignorant love, just like to be together so simple, do not think about how far tomorrow is, only care about the long day at this moment, it may just be a spark under the stars like a fleeting, like a colorful bubble floating upwards, beautiful and moving at the same time is also disillusioned one by one. But it was so suffocating that unforgettable heartbeat. There have been indistinguishable tiredness, and there have also been hard-working heartaches. Maybe in the bottom of our hearts there is a former her, or love or pain buried in some of the deepest corners of the heart, until time slowly blurs her face and disappears into our dreams. Youth is also because of the thorough love and hate, will leave a unique color for it, perhaps in the future road, when we gradually mature, and then look back at the bits and pieces of the past and the present, then everything will become a beautiful and unforgettable memory.
Chase your dreams. The bumps and turns of real fate make us lose our insistence on dreams, and we struggle powerlessly on the edge of dreams. Repeated setbacks, let us lose the courage to fight, give up the pursuit of dreams, faith is cruelly lonely on the ground, and then turn away, leaving us confused and wandering alone at the intersection of life. The sailing ship lost its way on the foggy sea level, drifting in the endless wilderness, barren and spreading, waiting for time to run aground and decay its clear outline, turning into a pile of decaying wood. Dreams are easily consumed in reality, dried into dust, shattered into unknown, and the helplessness of life is as plain as water, and then it will be beaten by the wind and rain for a lifetime. At that time, the light was fleeting, the years were faltering, and the past was full of regret and regret. It's been a long and arduous road, and the only thing that succeeds in the end is just a few people. Let us raise the sailboat of our dreams to start again, perseverance will surely see the other side of the flower blossom.
Youth meets the first glimmer of light in the morning light, the sun rising to life, and those pictures frozen in the depths of memory will become the treasures of our lives.