Winning Years - Write the author before the 21st birthday, this article is Du Xue, published in the mood story at 2001.08.13 15:31:45
On the side of the side, the window is awkward; the rain, the rain is 了 一; the light yarn is similar, such as the drunk, occasionally a few drops of small rain drops from the sky, very light, very light, kiss this Garden every inch The land, frowned, and unintentionally listened to the teachings of the professor, and the time and space flew, and he was floating. Human and summer, there are rain, rainy season; cut, reasonable, a tenderness, such as rain, silk, staying at the calendar (March 25), sigh, silent tears下 下, no reason, no reason, hot iron tears are turned on the face, turn it out yesterday, turn it around today, turn tomorrow, turn around, no regrets, beautiful young people. If you dream of a dream, a silk, hook an infinite thing! Pensive, reflect, time and space flies, after another year, I have achieved? The silent tears, the mixed rain is falling together, it seems to be in the crowd, like crying, stiffening, beauty. Gently open the past, look for the injured years ... September, such as songs, like wind; carrying the bag, the bag is full of Yin Yin expectant in the elderly parents, filled with the hope of the father and the villagers, His hometown in hometown, poor hometown; with the loss of youth, with the injured mind, the pain and scars left in the black July, have a heavy step, there is a day, there is today, there are The future will be tomorrow; there is a milestable look, helpless eyes, the eyes are in love, there is an indignant, and there is a confused tomorrow; I am 20 years old, I will open the gate of Jiayuan. There may be a new hope in the door. It may also have new disappointment, and the door is a sad person. It is the elves of the hope. It is gently stepped into the Garden, and he does not leave a little sound, embarrassed to the bumps, catch up with this gray! ... time and space flies, every day is repeated, all the stories of yesterday. Three-point three lines become two-point line, becoming a helpless prisoner song! There is a jealous, there is hope, there is also lonely, and the fanatical heart is strong and strong. Looking for, find, looking for the sound! Looking for my dream, my future. Find the flying youth! I know that my future is not a dream, I know youth always belong to you! The youth of the blood, there is a fire in the eyes, and there is a firm belief!
