Gently open the dusty window, listening to the music of the wind, natural breath is wanton volume, the distance of red jiao, green green, like the dream of quiet, beautiful and pure and fresh.
We are youth, the pattern of the time the passage of time slowly derivative with various gestures. Belt out, we can unbridled gallop, between ideal and reality in the bend of the stream, merrily barefoot across, can be in the spring breeze, the awaken of spring is not sleep in the afternoon, rise to dress, between the ling ling mywood, looking for a trace of pleasure. That has not been heart awakened beings, Lin is not green dress, * * honest in nature of the naked reduction. All of a sudden, and introspection, the true meaning of life will be, what can make themselves more fulfilling, and why do we refuse to unload camouflage mask.
Some rebellious youth, with some red manic. Escape from home, left corner of the scar, in the dark night to drink drunk, impetuous youth will have more or less bright red stamp and bitterness of growing up. When we race of longitudinal water quickly and in a flash of mountain dew on chung we still young appearance. When impulsive stubborn evolved into what is done cannot be undone, speed of youth, in the bright place to fall, no longer came. Gray sky, single-line, loss of walking, youth is scar, a no longer heal wounds.
The youth to fantasy, with a pink innocence. We are looking forward to recede immature coruscate gives mature, stable with collar, looking forward to high fashion, looking forward to in the best years of life met a man. We can in order to a person, opened the yellow pages of a read again; In order to a promise, in the bored life is still wonderful. That used to look up at the starry sky, was obsessed with the scenery, once dreamt about him or her, in her mind is yellow fade gradually, until in casual, and recall those pink youth, those who be ground to the edges and corners of the mouth blown, secretly pleased.
Youth slightly bitter, with grey sadness. Standing in the confusion of intersection, the scenery of deja vu, vaguely remember, for that smiling face of a stranger, for that never open letter, gently, silently, will be in a dark corner, won't let who saw the tears of the canthus across haggard face. Is there who don't want to have a warm harbor to avoid in the flurry, strong is their own camouflage. We will still be in a similar scenario can't let go, when the span of life and death, the last to leave, that day so looking forward to the result is a good to others, there are too many reasons to make the youth it was seemingly weaving flawless dream also have so many don't understand.
We always hesitate, waste of time, flying dream is like at some point to fold the wings, and the heart no longer survival were never let go. Sigh youth is a too hasty book, fate will it binding is very poor, but now that missed, we why to it never come back and missed the other a piece of green shade of a dove. Hammer of the faith in the distance, the sun is still there, is still visible.
Time like water, light, we have reason to go after, even if tomorrow we don't know where I stand? But for the sake of youth, as we will eventually lost youth, we will be natural and unrestrained go...
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