When The Youth Has Not Aged

　　The youth that runs around freely, the colorful and beautiful years. When the years are mercilessly passing by, the heart is full of melancholy. The lonely soul, always looking for the comfort of the "empty mountain after the starry rain, the weather late to autumn". Although running, but still linger, do not give up. A person walking, will always have some regrets about the choice of the past. --The inscription

　　A meter of sunshine to pass a warmth, darkness in the fall, strong in the bitter smile. Just because youth is still around, so the dream has been on the road. When the years have not aged, the youth did not disperse, leaving the dark years, but there are still a few worth treasuring. When you are lonely and helpless, when you are sad and upset, you always like to squander your anger freely. I thought it was all over when I was hurt and sore; but I didn't want to give up in my heart, just for one reason: people who have dreams are never alone. Put in the youth, can not walk out of the sadness but always to the young when we left too many inseparable feelings. Record the footprints of the years, and listen to the story of time. But lightly sang out the youth carnival.

　　The story will always be, those too much lament the relentlessness of time, too many memories of the past, too much, and now engraved in the heart, but also stopped in the flow of the years. A memory that can not be erased, but also a moment of fireworks, but also a lifetime in the mind round and round. The fact is that you will not be able to get a good deal on your own. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing.

　　Nowadays, we seem to be drifting apart, struggling with each other in the cycle of youth. Gradually, we have grown up, the time has changed our habit of sharing each other's happiness and unhappiness at all times, the gradual passing of youth, the change of the years let us become less and less contact, friends around; that laughter, those happy years also become more extravagant as we are strangers. Perhaps many years later, we all have our friends and people we care about. At that time, we then counted those crazy in our life a lifetime of memorable stories, and suddenly found that everything is stuck in the memories.

　　When the youth is still there, the youth is not old, we are standing in life which a crossroads. Wandering, confused, gray perhaps because we will remember. The pen to persist in writing the years that have not aged, to their growth history a memory. In a different place, different circumstances look back, only to know to thank the memory of life left, too many unforgettable people or things. Because of their existence, they were able to give meaning to their youth; the departure of some people will always let some people grow up, and then quietly disappear. And then, waking up to the fact that youth has long been stranded in the years of just a few words; only then will there be the sentiment of not letting go of old.

　　The memory of growing up will always be attached to the pain, loneliness under the loneliness will always be alone; the taste of longing will always be added to the years. A few years later, we may still be lamenting that youth is not easy, the years are hard, but occasionally we will remember the youthfulness and the spirit of the students. I am grateful to meet every touching moment in my life, when that day, we grow old, and no longer look good but those wonderful years will never fade.

　　Youth - never fade away. I will remember and catch up with our unchanging shadows in the mottled memories. When the blessings become my strength to move forward, I will always thank the years to let us grow. The happiness that I have waited for is only for the phrase - when the youth has not aged, we are still just children chasing dreams!