Youth leaves traces on butterflies, making them fly beautifully; Youth leaves an angel with a touch of brilliance and lets her fly to the paradise of children with brilliance; Youth leaves a clear water for the river, allowing him to gather and soar in the sea with his dreams.
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We once had the happiest and most beautiful years, childhood; We will have cloudy years in the future, but it is really so beautiful, it is dusk, it is dusk; Most importantly, we still have the beauty of youth!
Youth cheers
I don't know if I will walk in this campus full of memories in the end. I have nostalgia and reluctance in my heart, but more, I am proud, because we once fought side by side in this seemingly smoke-filled place. I am proud that we have been heart to heart and defeated countless opponents on this battlefield. Even if we fail, we have no regrets, because on this track, there are sweat we desperately shed and the most authentic applause from the heart. We praise our age with the blessings of youth; We applaud that we have an inner spirit of unremitting efforts for the collective; We applaud the spirit we have, and other mountains look short under the sky ... Throughout the trajectory of our lives, at our age, we have the most luxurious applause in the whole process and the loudest applause for ourselves. These are adolescent children, that is, us. This is youth. Listening to the applause, I found the most beautiful singer in my youth!
Song of Youth
"... at the beginning, we were all children, and in the end, we longed to be angels ..." This kind of singing can be seen everywhere among the children who are about to graduate, revealing their indignation at the hasty passage of time and their helplessness at people's joys and sorrows. They never leave, and three years are mixed; They don't want, don't want time to wash away their sincere feelings; They hold their heads high and face the obstacles on the road ahead side by side; They bowed their heads and bravely admitted their mistakes. Children are no longer children, and angels are no longer angels. They have given themselves to this beauty, to the songs of life, to find life in this beauty, to find songs in life, and to interpret their understanding of youth with songs. We like singing, we like singing, singing the passion of youth and finding the vitality of youth. These are adolescent children, that is, us. This is youth. Listening to the song, I found the most beautiful melody of youth!
Youth frivolity
"The old class is coming!" I saw all my classmates return to their seats as quickly as lightning. No matter whether the book is right or wrong, they all seem to be reading carefully. In fact, their eyes are fixed on the trouble at the door. I saw that the old class was serious and killed into the classroom with a murderous look swaying in the wind. I don't know who is not afraid of death has offended this not to be taunted monster again. There was silence in the room, only the roar of the old class, followed by a blood shed. We knew our arms couldn't twist our thighs, so why should we touch his taboo? After a thousand years of continuous backwardness, the old class finally became thirsty and turned away. The next step is our world. The monitor is banging the innocent lecture table on the podium with sucking strength, but the following attitude is: No matter you are the old son of the Jade Emperor or the Ghost King, you are ok in the old class. Who is afraid of you when you leave? Laughter, crying and swearing together really add a lot of joy to our bound hearts. In the battle of wits and courage with the head teacher, we found that frivolous youth, that is, the children of youth, that is, us. This is youth, listening to frivolous, I found the most beautiful lyrics of youth!
I found three "beauties" in youth to praise youth, and life is the most beautiful. Thank god, let me meet youth; Thank god for giving me the most beautiful time; Thank god for arranging you for me, my partners; Thank you for accompanying me through these days!
"We walk hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, leaving our eternity on the road of life."