Teenagers are teenagers. They don't like the spring breeze, they are not tired of Xia Chan, they don't feel sad for the autumn wind, they don't sigh for the winter snow, they are too lazy to pay attention to wealth and injustice, and they are not allowed to face it because they are teenagers.
Youth will die, but love will not; Life will grow old, but teenagers will not. Teenagers and love never grow old, even if they cut thorns and lose clothes.
The reason why childishness is attractive is that everyone loves a high-spirited young man. He is like the summer sun, warm but not hot, which seems to bring us youth.
The gentle and restrained precipitation and the sense of youth inadvertently revealed on him combined to project the light and shadow left by the finger joints on the wall.
It is difficult to copy the sense of youth, because it is not only a lovely white shirt, but also a natural courage, doing secular work and having a pure heart.
Even if you live in fireworks lane, a teenager is still a teenager. Because there is solid land under the feet of teenagers and vast starry sky above them.
That hot summer, the teenager's back was burned by the girl's sadness, which ran through his heart. The wind of countless seasons passes through this passage, and a firefly dances in the wind, flickering.
He is a touch of coolness under the scorching sun, a beautiful rainbow reflected by the sunshine after the rain, and a bright street lamp on a dark street. In a word, he is the most beautiful teenager I have ever seen.
I am an unruly little minister, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods or people. People who like to talk about pain are often teenagers who don't know the taste of sadness, while Beethoven, an old man who has suffered from human suffering, sang a ode to joy.
His soul mixed with light, like frost and snow and ghosts, is gentle. I write romantic poems, just as his works can swim out of childhood.
Love is not eternal youthful enthusiasm, but the strength and courage to rebuild what you love after it is torn to pieces. We pursue passion when we are young, but we are infatuated with mediocrity when we are mature. After we have searched, hurt and deviated, we can still believe in love as always. This is a kind of courage.