To the inspirational young people who will eventually die.

Everyone has youth, and there are too many bits and pieces of youth. I have cried, laughed, been crazy, persisted and dreamed. Let's take a look at the youthful inspirational beauty who will eventually die.

Chapter 1: For the youth who will eventually die, this is an eternal topic and a hot spot of the times. No matter whose youth, whether wonderful or ordinary, desperate pursuit, the pursuit of dreams, the pursuit of the future wonderful. Chasing love and chasing your own youth is enough to paint a brilliant stroke for your own youth. Youth, there are always too many people and things worth remembering, just like remembering the passing years; There are always too many people who have been so sentimental that they have sublimated the bitterness of the past into the most delicious sweetness in their hearts.

Youth, which is always in a hurry, always leaves us with too much beauty and reverie. Maybe we are too young to squander a small amount of youth and ride a bicycle past, regardless of the strange eyes of passers-by and other people's comments. Perhaps this is youth, pride and publicity.

Twenty years have passed in a hurry, so quietly, we arrived at the next ferry in the boat of time, and the silhouette of the past years is also something we can't wait to throw over. Leave only a few old photos, comfort yourself when you are alone, and recall your youth when there are many people.

Who has never had a perfect outline of a bright future? Who has never had the infinite vision of "holding your hand and growing old with your son"? Who has never had the persistent pursuit of "getting a bosom friend, this life is enough"? Who hasn't had that bohemian youth? Those beautiful lush years are full of green, hope and vitality everywhere.

Youth is used to remember. When you are pregnant with it, it is worthless. Only when it is used up can we look back and everything makes sense. Those who have loved us and hurt us are the meaning of our youth. After all, the past and dribs and drabs of youth are just old yellow paper paintings that have been in disrepair for a long time. With a light touch, they will drift away with the wind and disappear without a trace, remembering who gave us a temporary favor, but let us send him away for a lifetime ... in that ancient summer that is gone forever, brown sunset, mint smile, young face, warm smile and back. ...

The rivers of the years are rushing, mercilessly washing away the pale memories on both sides of the strait. People and things in the past seem to have been standing on the other side of the river. What stands on this side is the present self, the present people and things. There is always a long river of time between the left bank and the right bank. In this way, it will always be beyond our power.

Youth is a book that is too hasty. With tears in my eyes, I read it over and over again and opened the yellow title page. My vague handwriting and smile will accompany me through the years to come. There is no beginning and no end, but it is unforgettable for everyone. Youth alone is enough to remember! Youth is not over, and it will not end.

Chapter 2: The complex world of youth will eventually lead to our death, which contains very few of us. We are flashing in the world. People are so smart, but they don't know where they will be next. Time has changed, but time is the most helpless thing for us. Wonderful but short-lived, beautiful but cruel.

Our life just goes by day by day. The second hand, minute hand and hour hand, dragging virtual shadows, turned into countless dense days, and finally gathered into a long river of time, taking away people's lives, as endless as a newborn baby. It witnessed our youth and life. It is short and long, sacred and humble.

Time flies by at your fingertips, and in a blink of an eye, things change. Just like a euphemistic song, it will play a sad tune long or short. At the end of the song, the runner will still follow the laws of nature. The result of fate is the same, but everyone has a different light.

What have you lost? What did you get? What did you forget? In this world, there are too many things that we care about, and they will all pass by with time. After all, we can't save them Life is like this, there are always too many unprepared and powerless. A person's life is nothing more than dozens of spring and autumn, full of short-lived beauty, and how many people shed bitter tears when you meditate, and always regret not cherishing it after losing it.

Time contains our love, hate, emotion and sadness. Our past, our present, our infinitely distant future. I don't know when the poplar trees on the corner disappeared into our sight; The little sister next door also grew up in a blink of an eye, reading poems in the shade; Parents are no longer young, and their faces are covered with knife marks carved by years; In front of the mirror, we are not ignorant and immature, but always smile at ourselves ... Time has changed us and everything around us. We were submerged in it, so helpless, like children who forgot their way home, so helpless.

We will always worship those who shine. We will always feel that they are gods. They conquered the world with powerful and irresistible charm and strength. But we never know what price they paid for a shining life. Time shines in their lives, just like a shining star. Wherever you go, they won't be afraid. Although life will not last forever, one day, death will take their lives, but they live in people's hearts with another attitude and create another kind of immortality.

This road, we are destined to bear a lot, time will accompany us through, with our sweat, casting our ordinary and extraordinary life. We will be bitter, discouraged, sad, sad, lost and helpless ... On the road of life, we will be a lonely traveler, crossing deserts and oceans, growing up and becoming strong and optimistic as time goes by. With our efforts, actions and sunshine, we can interpret our unique regretless youth.

Chapter 3: Walking alone on campus in the early summer of our youth that will eventually die. Stretch out your palm towards the sun, the sun will drip down through your fingers, and transparent flowers will bloom on your shoulders.

In May, the weather became hot and dry, and our hearts became restless. The quaint teaching building is filled with books, and everyone is making full preparations for entering the third year of high school. Everyone's youth is the most beautiful memory in his life. Most of our youth will be staged here. ...

Looking at the pear tree in full bloom in front of the window, my thoughts can't help drifting away slowly. When I thought of all the beautiful and unrealistic dreams, Weekly brought me back to reality with the voice of a lion's roar. "Where am I?" The teacher on the platform glared at me. "I don't know the amount ..." I whispered, "Write your homework ten times and give it to me tomorrow." I can't help but get dark at the moment, and my classmates seem to have been holding back for a long time and burst into laughter. Youth seems to be like this, no joy, no joy.

After class, a group of girls chattered about some "trivial things". The boys shouted when they weren't paying attention, which scared the girls to death. They laughed their heads off. In class, they always whisper in his ear that the teacher is coming when they sleep at the same table. I don't know how many times I played this trick, but it worked again and again. For example, the deskmate tells jokes and scolds him while drinking water, and so on. There are countless such things, and youth seems to be like this, doing all kinds of evil.

Near the exam, many naughty boys in the class stopped. At that time, there was only the rustling of pens across exercises in the class, and the review papers seemed endless. The class is full of ghosts and wolves, and a set of test questions is also very effective. Only a few people suffer from "ideological education" because of unsatisfactory grades. Youth seems to be like this, with a touch of sadness while laughing and being happy.

School, where we create youth, will also end it. It's another graduation season, where students go their separate ways. Maybe this parting is a lifetime. In the past, my best friend told me everything and finally lost touch. ...

Youth is like a aimless journey, with many scenery and friends on the way, but it will eventually reach its destination. I just want my best friend to stay with me all the time. ...

To our youth that will eventually pass away.

Chapter four: To our youth that will eventually pass away. This is youth: youth full of strength, expectation, willingness, ambition of seeking knowledge and struggle, hope and confidence.

A girl of 18 years old, like a staff, draws the ups and downs of life; Score the ingenuity of life; Draw your own sky. Eighteen-year-old sky, spring is full of tenderness, summer is full of pride. /kloc-The sky of 0/8 years old is a bunch of flowers and sunshine. /kloc-the sky of 0/8 years old is a sky of laughter.

In this dreamlike era, we should be happy, positive, not afraid of difficulties, and have the spirit that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. How should youth be spent? Some are like fire, shining on others forever. Some are like fluorescence, and they can't even shine on themselves! Different life ideals and attitudes determine a person's position in the battle. Youth is not only the moon, tree-lined, ballroom dancing, but also a higher animal on the earth. If you can let your youth banish your own thinking, let it gallop in the complex situation of nature, whirl in the deep structure of matter, and rush about in the infinite area of the universe, then you will be infatuated with it, excited about it and pour all your blood into it.

When you see those successful great men, do you know that their success was bought with this golden youth? Youth is not like a new dress, as if it can be kept brand-new by wearing less care.

Youth, when we have it, we must wear it every day, and it will soon disappear. Grasping the present, we can control the storm of tomorrow, grasp the present, enrich the illusory tomorrow, and grasp the present to create tomorrow's glory! Time is like a ruler, which can measure the progress of the strugglers. Time is like a balance, it can weigh the weight of the results of the strugglers; Time is like a whip, which can spur us to catch up with the goal of life. Time is like a war drum, which can inspire us to speed up our progress. Time is like a kaleidoscope, which shows us everything in the world. Time is like a touchstone, which can help us distinguish truth, goodness, beauty from falsehood and ugliness. Time is like a textbook, which can help us understand all the vicissitudes of life. Time is like a treasure chest, which will make us fully realize the happiness of life.

Time can destroy everything in the world, turn the strongest castle into a historical relic, turn human idols and authority into ashes, turn heroes' swords into children's playthings, and turn mountains covered with big forests into boundless oceans covered with coral bushes. However, time can also make everything happen. It can turn the cave where the ape-man lives into a magnificent high-rise building, turn a once dilapidated village into a prosperous city, and also turn an ignorant child into a scholar who has extensive knowledge and strong memory, and unfold a vast starry sky of wisdom in his heart. Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest.

Youth is silent, but full of vitality. Flowers are silent, but they are fragrant. The spring rain is silent, but it moistens the earth.

Chapter 5: To our dying youth, we experienced a war of panic and confusion, with no smoke and bloodshed, but heavy casualties. Youth is beautiful, it brings us a lot of happiness and passion, but it is also sad. When one day youth is gone, we will miss it desperately. When we hear a familiar old song, we will hum a few words to the melody. Seeing a photo of Lao Huang, our hearts will be mixed. Walking in the once familiar campus, we will think of our first love, how is the person who once loved deeply? That year was in a hurry, or in a hurry.

Take a look, full of prosperity; Forgot to take a look, the personnel are completely different. I still remember kissing your forehead. It was the night of 18 years old. You smiled and said, I will be the love of your life. But now, there is a strong smell of wine in the empty room. I am alone, listening to sad music and wearing headphones, and my tears have nowhere to hide. I tasted tears for the first time, salty and bitter. After you left, I ...

Bai Lome said: "true love has no regrets, no matter how you and I treat emotions." As long as you give your heart and cherish it, it is the greatest compassion. It is easier to fall in love than to be together. One day, I found that the love I have is not the taste of yesterday, so I can choose to let go gently. Because separation is not necessarily betrayal, giving each other a good blessing may be broad. "

When I was a student, I didn't know what interest exchange was, what social darkness was, and I didn't know that one day we would become strangers. At that time, I will spend every day happily. When I watch an interesting movie, I laugh for half a day. I will tell people around me that when I am sad, I will erase it as chalk the next day. At that time, it was sunny every day, and occasionally it was windy and thunderous, but those were just episodes and didn't reflect my theme song. In the days when I was young and frivolous, I laughed unscrupulously. My friends say my smile is beautiful. I totally agree with this sentence. You will also feel very happy when you eat. Now, I can't find that smiling boy anymore. He is my brother, and no amount of words can change the past. The person I remember is gone. I howled at Tianchang like a madman. Why didn't you know how to cherish it? Now I know that our past is so beautiful that no writer can write it.

Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past. The autumn wind scraped his face mercilessly and kept his eyes open until dawn at night. We saw strange faces in familiar scenes. We practiced smirking in our youth, and we have long forgotten that we will still cry. At the end of the song, people will break up and our memories will accumulate bit by bit. Finally, we can string together a movie. Years always pass so quietly, I still haven't learned to be strong, and I don't want to grow up so fast, but there is no way. Time will push me towards it bit by bit. One step at a time, there are always many feelings, time and youth in my heart. Finally, I thank those who have encouraged me in my life, even passers-by with unknown smiles around me.

Who knows that everything changed its direction on the way, and after countless parting and meeting, youth turned into a butterfly and flew away, and finally left in despair in the sea that could never cross the border.

Chapter 6: Let our lost youth rush into the campus and start a busy campus life before enjoying the just-blooming spring flowers. Sitting in my seat, watching the number representing the date on the blackboard cross out, I can't help but think of that sentence: countdown is the most boring invention of mankind. Yes, time always slips away inadvertently, and I don't know where to spend a lot of time. I cross out the days day by day, devouring our stored confidence, in exchange for growing anxiety. Watching the numbers shrink bit by bit, it seems that someone is holding your throat, and there is a kind of ignorance. We understand day by day that we are about to end our junior high school life and leave this campus full of memories. Here, we gradually disappear and grow; Here we study hard to gain wisdom; Here we play together and gain friendship. Now, we have entered the countdown, the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination, the countdown to junior high school life and the countdown to proving ourselves for the first time.

We sometimes get upset for no reason and even want to give up. I believe that most of our peers must feel the same way. Maybe we have been confused, maybe we have been decadent, maybe we have hesitated. But this cannot be an excuse for us not to struggle and not to work hard. As Zhang Ailing said: When you do something, you can always find the time and reason; You can always find an excuse when you don't do something. But we have no reason not to work hard! Because we are lax today, we will redouble our efforts to make up for it tomorrow. Finally, one day, we understand that the world itself is a fast-paced world. If you don't run, others will overtake you. Today, you walk, tomorrow, you will run at twice the speed. Youth can't be wasted! Youth cannot wait! As Zhang Yunke said, if youth is spent doing nothing, it will be a sad tragedy to recall the years. No one can achieve his goal without working hard. Every road to success is full of thorns. Only by pulling out all the thorns can he reach the other side of his dream.

Now it's time to work hard for yourself. Let's fight for our happiness while our youth is still there. Let's work together! Fly hope with efforts; Strive to create brilliance!

Chapter 7: The youth time that will eventually pass away keeps flowing, flowers bloom in spring, trees are swaying in summer, the earth is harvested in autumn, and makeup is wrapped in winter. Everyone's youth is slowly getting old in the cycle of the four seasons, slowly leaving in our lives and drifting away.

University is the rebirth of youth, and it is also the process that youth rushes to another ruin mercilessly. I always thought that it would be a long time from rebirth to destruction. I never thought it would leave in such a hurry. In a blink of an eye, we are no longer boys and girls who stand on tiptoe and look into the depths of time, but old girls in old boys who try to catch the tail of youth behind the white horse of time. Finally, the more they run, the more clearly they know that our youth is about to die. ...

Youth will eventually pass away, thanks to those years of confusion and stubbornness, which make us more mature and stronger.

In the prosperous golden years, I was once mediocre because of confusion, and I was busy enriching myself because of sobriety. Youth is always frivolous, we always show off our youth, squander our vitality with aggressive momentum, and we never face up to the contemptuous eyes of others. At the fork in the road of youth, we are very confused and don't know how to go. We even turned a deaf ear to the teacher's concern and guidance. We held a pillow tightly where we were drunk and dreaming, playing games in our dreams and playing games outside our dreams. We have fallen, often groaning without illness, like lost lambs, so confused that we don't know how to go. Finally, when we woke up, we thanked ourselves and didn't give up so quickly. Thanks for growing up, let us understand earlier that dreams are the most beautiful flowers to decorate youth. Perhaps because we are too young, we are always so paranoid about our own choices and will not be shaken by others' words. For dreams, we hold an almost crazy obsession. Even if we are far away, we will struggle forward with loneliness and never give up easily. All choices, all dreams, whether right or wrong, we are always so paranoid and persistent, because, youth! Dreams are the most beautiful, and hopes follow. Even if we can't get support and recognition, we still insist on it. Laughed dreams are more courageous to realize.

Youth will eventually die, thanks to the persistence of the palm of your hand, thanks to the old innocence, let us be more tender and strong as iron. Passionate youth, impulse, confusion, ideal, persistence.

Love in college is really beautiful. You may still remember walking hand in hand with him on campus, sharing all kinds of happiness with him and accompanying him to bear all kinds of pains. At that time, the love between you was not hurt by reality, humiliated by money, trampled by lies, and everything was true and beautiful. Even if there are all kinds of small quarrels, that is what people miss and remember most. Zhou said: "The feelings that really touch people are always unpretentious. They are silent, unassuming and buried deep in the ground." This is the love at that time, pure and beautiful. In those years, the persistent belief in the palm of my hand was to last forever and share the five flavors of life ... In the long summer of graduation, we didn't know what the dry and hot wind brought, but we knew what it took away. Some things are really lost, and some people are completely lost.

Double decade is a fire, and the third year is an elegy. All youth was destroyed by the fire of that year. It tells you in the simplest words how the real thorns gradually stab a tender heart bit by bit, and finally make the tender and soft mature and smooth. Time stifles the innocence of youth with the cold pillow of reality, and then throws them into the torrent of time. All the cries for help, all the struggles, faded away and disappeared into the air as if nothing had happened. Finally, it all flowed away, disappeared and never came back.

The transition from youth to maturity is like a catastrophe, and the catastrophe on the tail of youth is the end of the decline of youth. In the summer when I left school, the afternoon sunshine rustled on the ground, and rays of sunshine penetrated through the green leaves, reflecting the last laziness of summer. The light passes through the leaves, and the lines are still clear. In any case, no matter how complicated the lines are, there is room for manoeuvre. However, those years and beauty that we missed can never go back. Memory points are like knots of notes. The more unforgettable the knot, the more each node has its own story. Just like a world of a flower and a grain of sand, it may be simple, complicated, tasteless or pale. In short, it is unforgettable, just like our youth that will eventually pass away.

Chapter 8: The youth that leads us to death tells us an eternal truth: what begins must end. As Buddhists say about causality, every cause has its consequences, and every consequence has its consequences. How many things in the world are constantly deducing the beginning, process and result. But I have to say that it is not because the result is inevitable that it is worth denying the beginning of everything that should not be owned.

What's more, some beginnings are not our own choice. Just like our own life, we have no right to choose whether to start or how to start. After all, please don't think that we have all come to this world and started our own lives. No matter how different our status, status and family are, we all have life. This is a gift from nature. A life where you can feel the world with your heart.

Youth, this concept is not so clear to me. I just know that at some stage of life, it will come unconsciously. That is, suddenly one day, others are talking about youth, or read a comment about youth on the Internet, and suddenly they find that they have entered adolescence.

But then I thought, what is the period of youth? How long will it take and when will it end? These questions are just a simple idea, and there is not much in-depth study of this problem. But when I stood at the crossroads of my life and began to rethink these problems, I felt a sense of loss. Is this your youth coming to an end? Is it really because we haven't had time to appreciate the charm of youth, and youth will quietly walk through our life in the footsteps of time?

There are many regrets in life, which may be one of them: when I haven't felt it seriously, I found that the period I wanted should have passed quietly. Sometimes it's like the beauty that could have been touched, only to find that the beauty can only drift away slowly in my powerless eyes. Therefore, we will be filled with emotion. At some point in our life, somewhere, we missed the fate that God gave us to go on.

Just regret, after all, is a thing of the past, and it seems not too late to start now. Someone once told me that every moment in life is a new beginning. God closed a door for you and opened another door for you at the same time.

However, no matter how long time has passed, no matter how many times I have heard words of comfort, no matter how many famous sayings, philosophies and lies I have read about them. But I still feel that I am a sentimental animal, and it is not so easy to forget those regrets.

Perhaps I have gradually blurred the memory of what I used to look like, but that feeling is like wine that has been aged for many years. Don't want to frivolous possession and don't want to go back to the starting point. I just simply go with the flow, don't forget it deliberately, and don't want to erase it stubbornly. I just take it out in some simple days and feel my thoughts quietly.

Zhu Guangqian once said that getting rid of it is the beginning of tragedy. But my experience tells me that if everything can be so easy to get rid of, will comedy still exist? After all, life is a long road, and it is not a period of life that can explain the meaning of the whole life. Tragedy may be just a temporary pain, comedy may be just a temporary narcissism.

It is a realm to be able to afford and let go. It is a kind of helpless sadness that I can't take it and let it go. After all, the realm is too dull and far away, and helpless sadness is also the source of life distress. It's just that I am an ordinary person after all, but I let myself go with the flow in the choice of picking up and putting down.

What you pick up, you can put it down. I'll take it when it's time. I will make mistakes, and I will miss them. But one thing is certain, that is, at some point in your life, somewhere, you will always pick up what you don't want to let go and accompany you for the rest of your life.

Losing is not necessarily sad, but it can be sad. Like our dying youth. Everyone's youth is different, and they all have their own unique marks. Maybe your youth is not so wonderful, maybe your life is even more bleak and unfortunate.

But this is our life, because time has never been our privilege, so sometimes it is easier to understand life by accepting than resisting. But this does not mean that fate is something that must be accepted and obeyed. Because some things are inevitable, we can enjoy the wonderful moment.

Just like this youth drama, we are writing our own lives. In this lost period, people who have not yet arrived or passed by. Youth is like that, walking through every life you can. Come quietly and go suddenly. There is no need to be sad, and there is no need to be overly sentimental. Because now we are still on the train of life, there is still a long way to go, and the scenery outside the window is passing by. Getting lost now is the biggest loss in life.

What dies in the end will be lost. What will happen in the end is inevitable. Whether you like it or not, it will come quietly and suddenly leave.