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Time is a long river, the blue sky is reflected on the river surface, white clouds are like a scholarly woman casually swinging poetic swing, high and low, a gust of night wind blowing, melting in the smoke floating in the distant village, my life is close at hand, standing on the shoulder of the years that are gradually moving away, I suddenly find that my youth has quietly left with the enrichment of experience. Who has never been young and has no youth years of his own, however, who is calm when facing the lost youth and years, who is as plain as water, without memory or even a dream? Yes, youth is accompanied by dreams, time is connected with stories. Behind every young life, there are more or less flying flowers and falling red in April, and poetic and love on the south bank of the peach, Red Willow and Green River. A piece of snow falling from the sky flew to the window lattice, causing a stir in the heart of youth. A scene appeared in the rain, which prompted Lenovo’s thoughts to fly for nine days. A poem made the heart and soul no longer crawl silently, but to search for the long-cherished angel following the footprints of sunshine. Some people say that youth is a song, a song that has no tone before speaking, and some people say that youth is a beautiful romantic song, others say that youth is a symphony integrating loneliness and loneliness as well as confusion, melancholy, contradiction, pain, annoyance and joy. Anyway, for youth, each has its own expression, description, feeling and unique experience. Just like saxophone, clarinet, violin, piano, Horsehead piano and trumpet instruments, they have their own tones and characteristics. Take the author himself as an example, my youth is an ancient Qiang flute as described in Tang poetry, but I don’t complain about the sky or the ground, although the sound is like Ba U, but in any case, it can’t be connected with unbearable or sad. I was young and intoxicated with martial arts, obsessed with Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng. Of course, the desire and sadness that sometimes happened in the years were given to my old guitar. It helped me solve problems and help me recover the landscape. When it was rainy, I held it in my arms, the soft rain, the sound of the paddle and the shadow of the light, a group of infinite scenery life and reverie marriage, even the grassland is jealous, even the spray is envious. To be honest, my youth is not without dryness or haze. On the contrary, dryness and haze always exist everywhere. It can be seen everywhere that there is no age difference and no difference between the old and the young. I am rely on interests and hobbies to release their dreams together with youth. Speaking of interests and hobbies, I still have a lot in my youth, such as football, fishing, chess, drinking tea, traveling and antique calligraphy and painting, which used to be an eternal lamp in my youth, the core of leading young life is spiritual separation, quail and Rong? Later, the grass bloomed on the head of youth. Year after year, against the backdrop of green, fat, red and thin, a Qiang flute turned into a silent violin, pulling the bow of life alone, forgetting youth and years, putting down the bow of youth and the fiber of years, looking back suddenly, I found that the clear eyes were no longer shining, no longer transparent, no longer flowing water, no longer dark autumn waves, and I suddenly felt the feelings of Red Mansions in my heart, the vast white world is so clean! To be honest, I am neither a realist nor a romanticist. I am not a retro school combining tradition and conservatism, but a duplicative school combining China and the West. Facing the youth brought by time, my heart was full of red and dim. Side New Year, New Heaven. In the day of preparing for a rainy day, I sighed with emotion: because youth is beautiful after all, no matter for life or memory, it can be said that it is lonely and flying together, the sea and the sky are the same color. But then again, youth is a scarf given to life in four seasons or a hat, which is controlled and controlled by time. No one is qualified to negotiate with it, only unconditional acceptance is a popular wise man. Therefore, in the face of the lost years of youth, I not only do not feel sad, but rather do not worry or fear, but also feel grateful and open as boundless, looking at youth with calmness and protecting the years with perseverance, ensure the evergreen life with spiritual quality. This is my requirement for life, and it is also my commitment and response to the passing away or going far away of my youth. Youth is like a rose, and time is like a song. Rose thanks for the spring Red. Time goes on day and night, Yangtze River, Yellow River, relatives and friendship. Of course, the pursuit of life itself is the compensation and continuation of youth. Besides, there are also Baicaoyuan and Sanwei Bookstore which are more fascinating than youth, as well as eight thousand miles of Lu Yun and Yue waiting for you to visit and decrypt. In other words, as long as life maintains a childlike innocence, two spirits and three thoughts, it will not leave the youth years. What waves of hands to be clouds in the western sky, what tears look at Chang’an, there is no need to hold a lot of sorrow. These are all tricks that are said to themselves or used to catch the wind and shadow. The real youth should be like Mao Zedong’s poem: cherish the King of Qin, Han Wu, Tang gaoguo and Song Zu, a generation of Tianjiao, gengjie Khan, just shot a big carving with a bow, all went to the same place, a few romantic figures, still look at the present! 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