Youth, is a word that makes people fantasy; youth, is free, is happy; youth, like a book that has an endless aftertaste; youth, like a flower never afraid ...
Youth is not dark hair, not a ruddy face, is not a figure of aunt; it is a kind of mood. Youth is a kind of power, youth is a firm confidence, youth is a year without failure. Youth is the sun in the morning, it is going to sprinkle everything to the world. Youth is a bouted flower, it will turn the beauty of the moment into eternal memories. Youth is a spring tide, it has to dress colorful life more splendid ...
Youth is the redness of the girl's face; youth is the troubles of young men; youth is a shallow footprint behind him; youth is the broken old record of collections; youth is the drifting of the end of the heart; youth is the call of Guanshan Miles; Youth is a cold tears on the late autumn leaves; youth is a quiet wafer that has been robust after the thousands of worlds ...
