Lyric prose with a smile and a bad smile

Looking back at the harbor of youth, I began to miss the fragrance of grass in my hometown. It was still a childhood luxury dream, with humble but arrogant ideals, walking out of this narrow frontier and heading for an unknown distance.

At that time, the sun and the moon rose and set as usual. At that time, we didn't know loneliness. At that time, spring was just a beautiful season and friendship never faded. I like the evening after school best. A few people in twos and threes walk on their way home, talking and laughing, which has nothing to do with romance, and is simple and casual.

Time has stolen those familiar faces, and the fleeting time has thrown us all unexpected changes. We are confused by the huge waves of the years, and we have no time to appreciate the beauty around us, leaving only looming memories.

Time flies like water, quietly, memories are just comfort, and the distance is still unknown.

What we can do is to bloom today's life, and what we want to do is to shape ourselves today. Wandering around the campus with a hint of youth, trying to go back to those nights when reading. A full day is far more memorable than an empty day, and a struggling self is far more proud than a fallen self. Everyone has a life of three points and one line, but each so-called three points is different. It can be a library, a classroom, a dormitory, an Internet cafe, a disco and a nightclub. A chic and free life is not what you want to do, but what you want to do and succeed.

Every day is a good start. Time will not wait for you. You can pursue time, lessons and sports, work and communicate, study and relax, try to blend in, do everything well and look forward to tomorrow with a smile.

There will be unknown piano music in my ear, and I will change myself in my heart. To touch the drizzle, to embrace the breeze, to kiss the sunshine, to approach sincerity, to fall in love with strength, and to hold a kind hand.

Time is beautiful, but we can choose to stop, go on, be fearless, stop and enjoy the silence.

I like reading ancient books more and more, listening to old songs more and more, and meeting old friends more and more. I'm not old, but I miss that old time.

All the stories have to start from a long time ago. People listened to our stories at that time. As we are happy or sad, the former protagonist has finally become a talk, and the chaos of the past life and the noise of the world have turned into rain and dew, which will warm our hearts in the afterlife.

There is one person in our youth, or that person is our whole youth. That person only belongs to youth, and she can't be anything in our future. Apart from being moved by youth, everything else is blasphemy to that person.

She may belong to a memory, or she may never leave, but the corner where she exists is unknown and beyond our reach. At that time, we will do everything for that person crazily, regardless of the consequences, just to do better, better and better, to get close to the person we miss so much and to touch our dream.

Years later, the original passion was so fragile. With that person's departure, all pursuits and dreams disappeared. Some people say that the present generation is a generation without faith. People without faith will not have a bright future, and people without faith will not have a bright future.

Looking back, that man is our belief. Looking at the present, where are our beliefs? Youth is not only a period of time, but also a spirit and a belief. Time will grow old and faith will last forever. If you can't see those smiling faces, then clean up your mood and bloom, just for the day of reunion, and you can't hear those songs, then clean up your clothes and perform your own melody, just for the day of goodbye. We can face every face with a smile, whether it's a playful smile or a sad face, for that belief, for ourselves and for the person we used to be. If we meet again after a long time, please don't lower yourself, look up and say, long time no see.

Independent individuals are an unattainable goal that people are constantly pursuing. It is true that we are a gregarious species, but don't be content to disappear in the turbulent crowd. Youth is still blooming. Please live a low-key life and a proud life. Time flies like water, youth is like a dream and life is like a song. Keep an eternal heart, live a good life, and make a perfect declaration to that time, that person and that yourself: if you are well, it will be sunny.