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Youthful confession

Youthful confession
Youth, the regret that that tear stains sketches the contours of that hovering, sentimental to recall decorations of praising; Youth, though go through pain growing up, can’t be really ripe.

Stand on the teenaged tail, it is bright and beautiful to experience the youthful one, savour youthful Shang.

Stand still for a long while and look back to the road while coming, the moonlight is thrown down the mottled seal, has not left anything, all the pleasant impression with lonely youth everywhere, partly accepting and partly rejecting. Just have upset feeling that loses occasionally, sigh once stays. That year’s youth, I at that time, have already disappeared in eyes border. Can not go back, that period of youthful time.

But after looking back on, turn round resolutely, is stepping heavy paces, the direction guided along the youth, not sentimentally attached to at all, set foot on the future journey.

Remember youth at the beginning, Guo offer, begin tomorrow regard for oneself, fanatic to take place, can’t charge ever. ” island “, ” novel the most “, ” unreal city ” has all already become pronouns of different periods of that period of youth, no matter night or daytime, gnaw a part that the book has already become my life. Gradually, has begun to learn to resume in angle of 45 degrees and looked up at the sky, it was young at that time to recall, you like chatting me and like smiling, the wind is singing in the tree-top bird, I wonder how to fall asleep, the flower falls and knows how much in the dream; Sing the black elegy, that lively wind, lonely person, the soul that shining brilliance is limpid, it is a gentle scar unwilling to heal; Savour lonely to become thin sorrow under tooth, whose China skirt, cover my shoulder all scratched up, whose loneliness, frustrate the deep blue river aching to whizz among the mountains.

We who are youthful, lose it at the street corner, that face not sad is our teenager, time such as the eyes of that sincere fear change, most familiar with your and my street, people have gone to the setting sun obliquly already. People and people meet in the street corner one again, whose song of singing us of youth it is, whose chord of teasing us of string it is, the street remaining unchanged after taking, there is song that youth remains unchanged. Someone always is recuring at the street corner constantly, our thing.

The youth just like that, very tender.

Ever remembered, the youth later on loved the ferris wheel, kept watch the happiness in the legend, the paper, the story about it is stuck in that printed with ferris wheel fascinatedly. Understand to rotate, as process of the life, rise and fall and circulate ferris wheel dimly, if a carelessness has been turned over and enclosed, will lose and each guard the time of a place in seconds, it is unable to go back. The view leaves the cherry in spring, listen to the cicada chirping in summer, award the red Chinese sweet gum in autumn, looks at the snow in night in winter, linger on the ferris wheel in days of old, stare at the world to flow in the height, will still cry with a smile in the lost place, the freeing and easying of human world ushers in and out slowly. As the life lingers on the ferris wheel, kisses to the starry sky at any time in the happy place, this is magic power of ferris wheel.

Often meet with it in dreamland, perhaps it is my heart that thirsts for happy reflection incomparably. However, having woken up in dream, everything remains unchanged, all look around on the distant mountain just like that remotely, untrue just like that.

That section of youth, is full of expecting.

Do not just find until nowadays, reality has realistic space, oneself is still original oneself. Those are young and extremely frivolous, as years passed, had already once become one’s own one gradually, after wanting to have beauty in instant of soap bubble, it was only the splendid eternity while remembering that was left. Whom youth full of when being initial not merely baffled and sad, it is one section that soaks tear and sweat even more, permeate through the happy and sad life course.

Bear mission of QingChun Yu, I accept tempering like the hell at the way of life constantly, it is the poetic masterpiece that plays out in this world in the future that sinks and sneaks.

Hide that bright and beautiful sorrow in the heart, is up to years covered with dust.

As for the ferris wheel, then lay happy name aside for the moment.

Youthful confession, hold a memorial ceremony for the past, promise the future.

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