The days of youth are like the red maple leaves that blow off in a hurry from the washbasin, from talking and laughing, from walking, and can never come back. The added sadness and retention will onl

The days of youth are like the red maple leaves that blow off in a hurry from the washbasin, from talking and laughing, from walking, and can never come back. The added sadness and retention will only intensify the inherent sadness of life. Only by grasping every moment in the next mileage of life can we not regret doing nothing when we are about to die. Green spring is hard-won. It needs the accumulation of autumn, the tempering of severe cold, and the sowing of spring to become beautiful. The green spring also goes very hastily, and it has ceased to exist before it even gives you a hint. The eternity of youth also needs to be poured into a small boat with sweat on the boundless sea of ????learning, and can withstand the erosion of wind and rain before it shines brightly.

On the quietly advancing ship of youth, may we sail hard together to the fruitful shore of autumn.

Spring and youth may not be related at all, but the whispers and whispers of spring can arouse the charm of youth, and the pastoral songs and piccolos of youth can also deduce the splendor of spring.