The wandering seventeen-year-old seems to be only one step away from **, and it is not far from the youthful years. Standing at the crossroads of time, my heart is always entangled, as if completing this moment of life is like shooting an arrow off the string. If I had the opportunity to meet my younger self, I think I would choose to take him on a thrilling adventure.
Come on! "Saluting to the green mountains, standing excitedly in the car and waving his arms, accompanied by the pride of the youth, there are tens of thousands of green mountains in this world, and I hold a moon, just to illuminate my lonely life. Later, I also became less talkative and chose to be in tune with nature. I can't remember the fragrance of the residual plum when I boiled the wine, and it is difficult to recall the style of those eventful years, so I mixed the words in two taels into the wine, and wrote down an anonymous spring with the steep green hills.
Don't talk about the evening scene of Sangyu, because the red glow is still sprinkled all over the sky, and everything is a poem of freedom. The young man is dressed in anger and horses, crossing the rapids, stepping over the cliffs, drawing a stroke under the horse's hooves, and writing a little flower, regardless of whether it is true or false, and there is no need to pursue. Bai Xue disliked that spring came too late, so she shuttled through the garden trees into the shape of flying flowers. I advise you not to waste the time of the golden silk clothes and cherish the joy of youth.
Persistent in finding the footsteps of freedom, crossing the river of time, and advancing bravely. Eighteen years is not too late, let us take the retrograde boat and see all the smoke and clouds in the world. In this long and vast journey, we may encounter the palm leaves of the bluebird, re-enter the red roses of Siberia, or gaze at the quiet water lilies on the banks of the Seine, immersed in the amber ***, and seal the dawn of Plato's ideal state. And when the imagery is superimposed, like the coming of the crescent moon, a new moon suddenly appears on the second page of the poem, I want to ask you, when to see the red glow on the shore that has drunk the whole sky?
The years continue to rush until the rainy season is as hot as the show. May we be like a reckless rapid, courageously going backwards. Whether it is at the age of seventeen in our youth, or the many transitions that followed, life has become so rich, we always make choices in our hearts, and everything is a passing thing. At this time, we should strive to seize every opportunity to have a dialogue with our own hearts, and continue to move forward together through the years.