What is youth? Is it a free and unrestrained surging river? Is that an endless sea? I don't think so. Youth is a cup of strong coffee. Although it can make people excited, there is still a trace of bitterness. Youth is the nameless grass. Although it is not very eye-catching, it can withstand the wind and rain. Youth is an uncut sword. It will only get better and better. I have youth, so I praise youth. I will praise it with my hoarse throat. Youth is a golden sun, which brings infinite vitality to the whole region and is even more memorable because of its ups and downs. Unforgettable I praise youth because I have it, and I praise youth because it is beautiful and short-lived. Passing by, passing by, missing, so we thought we had grown up. Finally, you can also smile in tears or pain or disappointment. In the early morning of the ebb and flow of the tide, I held myself high in the deep blue sea, so I didn't miss it. I still remember everything, but I didn't swear to forget it. All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible. When playing the guitar, make public the convulsive body, and when talking on the phone, hold high the gentle voice. Everything is so clear. These two people are always missing. Even if the long youth is over, it is still memorable. Two people holding hands in the bleak time, two people walking together in the back, two words can hide the panic, two years later can forget the place. But no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with white wings, and it doesn't care what we pray for. Time runs counter to it. We can only catch the fragments of the past and reminisce alone in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow floats. There are many people who write about youth in novels, and there are also many people who praise youth. The youth experienced by children in this era is always impermanent, mixed with naked sadness wrapped in the soul, engraved in the years. Diary of youth, photos taken, gardenias in high school campus, playgrounds for walking together, fast food restaurants that have eaten countless lunches ... these trivial and exquisite details are smeared with our years of crying, laughing and singing. They are the symbols of our youth, recording the growth track painfully and soberly. Flowers, fallen leaves, raindrops, breeze. Love, luxury, entanglement, depression. There are always some things that can't escape, and youth is so long and reciprocating in the purest age of life. How time flies! 2008 is far away, and 2009 is just around the corner. We don't even have time to turn back. The New Year bell is about to ring. Covered with deep chill, stepping on the warm sun in winter, I am about to step into a new ring in a hurry. At this moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, everyone will have many feelings and feelings. Say goodbye to the ups and downs of the past year, how many memories will linger in my heart? Looking forward to a bright future, how much joy haunts my heart. Jasmine in spring is in full bloom in the hot sun. Listen, it's the song of birds. They knocked on the first door of spring with surprise.