We will be the youth of the memorial

Always lose some things, only to know how to cherish! so many pieces of life, it is always in the mind hovering, perhaps did not cherish, perhaps did not have, perhaps never lost! We, always too easily sad!

Along the way, there are a lot of things, and there are a few things that make you impressive. Happy, painful, happy, this is the memory of youth, often can not be satisfied with the status quo, always think that self has to realize their own value, and I, but can not find the so-called value. Often worry about things that are irrelevant to you. 11 home, in the younger brother saw some once belonged to his childhood figure, although he is young, but has a lot of ideas, said the words always let me think he is not small, he is slowly sensible, he is also growing.

　　time is passing by, it cannot wait. I always want to grow up before I grow up, but now I grow up and find that it's not that easy, because we have to take on more things. So, we found that life is too complex, and began to feel that life is very tired. Whenever this time, I always think, if we can always think of children like a child in the bosom of the parents, every injury has that warm hug, it is how beautiful things ah. Always want to catch the tail of youth like a child cry. The dead will never be left to naught. And how much courage and hope will we have to face the future? At this time we can only comfort ourselves, put aside all the shadow, bravely looked up, this is what we have to face.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at his face, still some delicate, inadvertently just a few more vicissitudes. But we are still young! It's a little sad to think about it. Our youth will disappear a little bit, how many times in the dream clearly see oneself slowly old appearance, really make me feel panic. In the end, I can not do something, can only be so calm to accept all this happened, the day after day gradually become old! I know that at this time I might want to do something that makes me feel meaningful, but everything looks so pale! In the morning, when the sun shines on my face, I know, I am no longer roost that self-thought of the lad, should grow up.

　　Once we have had those vigorous breath, now slowly no longer exist, replaced by some of the trivial life. we can never get rid of worldly vision, only the status quo, to find a corner of their own good. We all want to get the freedom of mind and body, in those so-called hope again and again after the collapse, we can only accept the reality, because, we are also an ordinary person, too many of those unrealistic things, not what they want to have can get, such as youth! Just like the sand between the fingers, the tighter the grip, the faster the flow, can only use those unseen unreal, sacrifice we will eventually die of youth! Changzhou Anus Bowel Hospital http://www.jsgangchang.com/

We will be the youth of the memorial