On respecting handwritten newspaper materials

Dream, inadvertently, woke up. ......

Heart, inadvertently, broken. ......

The beauty of that extraordinary youth disappeared like this. Wan Li in the sky is as bright as my youth, as clear as my soul, and as crystal clear as my soul.

At present, several children are playing to their heart's content, hovering among the green flowers like butterflies and dancing in the dream of youth. Oh, so close and so far.

My good times, just passed away. No, I don't believe it! In the youth tribe, I desperately searched for some traces of the past, but only saw her wandering figure!

Since then, the beauty of youth has faded, leaving only ice-blue memories. When the bitterness of fate, the gloom of life, and the frustration of ideals flooded in, I was at a loss and confused, letting the scars occupy my heart, but there was nothing I could do. Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. God, why are you kidding me like this? Why did you strangle me as a baby? Why not show me the colorful world? Why not let me have a taste of this colorful life? You are so cruel!

Haze, mud, pain and helplessness, like an invisible wall, kept me out of the door of success. Hope again and again, disappointment again and again; Stand up again and again, fall again and again.

Tired, I'm really tired, endless pain makes me bow, countless hardships make me bow, and I fall in a pool of blood of youth bit by bit.

I want to be stranded in pain and never set sail again. But in the darkness, there is a voice calling: get up, I am your youth, so you left me?

Yes, I can't lose my ice blue youth!

I opened my confused eyes and looked at everything in front of me, and a weak smile crossed my mouth. Stretch out your hands, hold up your heavy body and stagger in the wind and rain. Wandering in the sad air, listening to the song of youth alone. My poor but magnificent youth, my extremely bitter but extremely sweet youth, gave me the most special and common feeling: tell me that once youth is over, there will be no more, tell me that no matter how cruel the reality is, I will wait for the sun to rise tomorrow, and tell me that even if the whole world is dark, I will light the candle-like fire of youth. In those depressed and bitter days, it was youth that gave me hope, and it was youth that gave me a little warmth.

After repeated failures and falls, I finally saw the long-lost sunshine and smiling face full of youth. I stand up again. Because I live in a world of love, I am under the care of the sun!

Now, I finally understand: how can flowers bloom beautifully without blood and tears; Without struggle and struggle, how can youth be magnificent? Without magnificent youth, how can there be a wonderful life?

I thank God!

If it weren't for your cruelty, I wouldn't know how to love!

If you hadn't caught a cold, I wouldn't know how to keep warm!

If it weren't for your strangulation, I don't know how to be tough!

If it weren't for you, how could I have such a gorgeous and wonderful life? !

In the distance, a touch of morning light, carrying youth and ideals, crossed the sky.

It's another sunny day!