I won't let you spend today's two cents in vain, there will be an outbreak next week, and I will be on the article today.

Youth, there is finally a pen, full of memories and chao, it is absurd and ridiculous, not as gorgeous as imagined, nor as uninhibited in reality!

I have always thought that once and now was young and frivolous, once and now was unrestrained, once and now it was a process, and once and now it was youthful and ignorant. But I was wrong, that humble and ridiculous passage!

I was ignorant of the pen, useless in my heart, wasted all day long, smiling, maybe really happy, maybe really happy, but it was just a memory, deterioration in reality, that stupid behavior, a nonsensical thing.

I've smirked, I've been arrogant, I see myself as the protagonist more, it's the world of youth, it's my own world, how unbearable it is, how unsightly.

I cherished it, and I pursued it, but it was just a wordless fragmentation after time, and some people saw it as joy and sorrow, but promises had become nonsense.

I've been sensible, I've been crazy, but that's just a story of youthful feelings, and some people say it's up and down, childish and sad.

Some people say that that is the only way to grow up, that is the indispensable life of youth, when you look back, you will laugh at how stupid you were now? How innocent?

Memories are traces of the passage of time, maybe you will feel how happy you were and how happy you are, but sadness is always inseparable, and occasionally when you are lonely and lonely, you will think of the past and can't help but feel sad.

Time stands still, I can't see it, but it's the most ruthless, cruel, and fastest, I can't catch it, and you can't catch it. Even so, I never really woke up.

Being young is not a reason for desolation, and being unrestrained is not nonsense. Ignorance is not a mistake, it represents innocence, just a simplicity!

Youth, I cherished what I shouldn't cherish, she's gone! I didn't cherish what I should have cherished, and it was gone.

Today, there is not much left. A bond, a memory and sadness!

Saying all this, it's not that I'm repentant, it's not that I've learned to cherish it, it's that time really doesn't have much left for me!

It is speechless, it is invisible, I have been desolate, but I never thought that one day I would be moved by it in my youth.

Until now, I haven't followed it. It's just a blind desolation, desolation, and desolation.

And it, still walking with the same law, is getting farther and farther away, leaving the eternal sadness of the world with years.

There was a moment when I thought that if I cherished it in my youth, I might not be so embarrassed now!

It's just that the youth is gone. Time has passed, and all thoughts have passed. It's all clouds and smoke, and relief is the best destination.

Time, you are so ruthless, it makes me so embarrassed. I know that I don't know that you are precious, but it is wrong for you to be silent

Put pen to paper. The dust is blowing!

Next article:

"Remembering, Waiting, Falling into the Red Dust"

Joy and love, pain and joy

-- Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said

Live by love, live by hate.

Love knows no boundaries, eternal love. Even if it is not forever, it will not be forsaken.

The person you like, don't like me, is it happy or painful, look at yourself, she is in your life, my pain, happiness is her, and the injury is also her.

A person is not called love, just like, when the heart is visible, it is full of scars, tears, memories remain, when you close your eyes, it is all your figure, and when you meditate, it is full of pain.

Le, seeing your smile in front of me, I don't feel cold, I am close to you, I hear your heartbeat, it only belongs to us at this time.

Pain, I'm thinking endlessly, there is no positive answer, your heart, you walk through the streets, smiling, I taste the existence of hurt in silence.

There is a kind of insignificance, my existence is dispensable to you. However, you want me to disappear even more, because I don't belong to my heart, and I will never return.

If you know how to cherish it, you will have it, and if I give it up, I am not worthy.

It's all over, and I'm the only one who is still waiting stupidly...

The desolation of a place is full of sorrow that you have given me. The movement of the corners of the mouth is no longer mine, who wants to see the heart and someone leave hand in hand.

In the sky of Chinese lanterns, who allows the sky to be old. Never leave.

No matter how beautiful the plot is, no matter how beautiful the lyrics are, no matter how beautiful the lyrics are, no matter how good the writing is, I can't write my sadness, your turn, my waiting.

I realized that it was so heartbreaking to think about it.

Without you, who my mood writes to, and for whom my signature is changed. The desolation in the hollow is all the wounds you have brought to me, faintly painful, but never stopped.

How strong do you have to be to compromise on your obsession. It's me who is too incompetent, it's me who is too useless.

Love, the greatest and most stupid way is called fulfillment. I'm waiting, and I'm working on it at the same time.

I was reluctant to throw away the residual temperature, but I forgot the scar that was still painful, and I always held on to a glimmer of hope.

Time will stand still, life will stand still, but I know that nothing about you will stand still. Because of the heart.

Squatting alone in the corner, counting the sorrows you give me, where is the joy?

It hurts to hug you, because the cold wall has not disappeared, and your indifference, I can only experience that desolate sadness in speechlessness.

Can anyone tell me how to cure heartache?

Even when everything is gone, I will hold on to my love. With a scarred heart, he will shape eternal love. Never leave!

3 "Youth, in the Name of Love, Written Down"

Youth, happiness is very simple, it is not how big the house is, but the laughter in the house; It's not how luxurious you drive, it's your peace; It's not how much money you save, it's about the freedom of body and mind every day; It's not how beautiful your lover is, it's your lover's smile; It's not how big an official you are, it's that people say you're a good person; It's not that you eat well and dress well, but that you don't have any illness or disaster; It's not how enthusiastic you cheer when you succeed, but when you're frustrated, a voice says to you: Friend, come on!

Choose a path that belongs to you, while full of youthful memories, continue to work hard for life, constantly overcome difficulties and move forward, and continue to persevere.

Youth pen, take this step, if it is beautiful, it is called wonderful. If it's bad, it's called an experience

Everyone's understanding of love is different. Some people think that love is possession; Some people think that love is tolerance; Some people think that love is understanding; Some people think that love is the warmth of the heart and the heart, and there are no words; There are also those who think that love is selfless giving......

Everyone's experience of love is different, only when you experience it yourself, can you understand the taste.

Not all love will have results, and not all lovers can eventually become dependents.

In life, there are many things that we cannot control, and there are many things that cannot be changed. Think about it, when we are in love, what reason is there not to love with our hearts? When we do, what reason do we have not to cherish?

If you love, love deeply; If you have it, cherish it......

There is a person

I haven't forgotten it for a long time

Because of a word

It's tender

The softest part of my heart

There was a time

It has not been dim for a long time

Because

It's colorful

I had taken mine

Grief is buried deeply

I can't reach your margin, but you are still, still in my deep mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my songs.

Some people are not shocked whether they are honored or disgraced; Some people, whether rich or poor, are simple people; Some people are ridiculed and ridiculed, but they still stride forward; Ethereal everything. Where to start, perhaps only pragmatic and truth-seeking exploration can survive forever in the world.

Thank you for looking down on me, thank you for your ridicule, thank you for all your comments, thank you! (To be continued......)