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Youth is a glass of wine, sweet and sour and bitter, we swallow dates and drink it withering, and when we want to ask for another glass, we find that youth is only this glass.

In fact, one glass of youthful wine is enough.

The feast of youth, the wind is harmonious, and the peach and willow are green. Drink this glass of wine in front of the wind and snow, and at the end of the song, we will remember this immortal moment for the rest of our lives.

Some people say that youth is for nostalgia.

Pick up the flowers in the morning and look for her in your dreams. Who ever remembered the innocent sea and rotten stones; Dreaming of a period of sleep, who is still wandering on the shore of the bitter sea of love?

Nostalgia for the budding first love is a deep love brewed with true love; I miss the love that falls with the wind, and the most beautiful pain of the song of the golden years. We laughed and savored the sweet dew of the rose, while holding its thorny branches tightly with tears in our eyes. On the one hand, there is a short and beautiful sweetness, and on the other hand, a long and painful torment, everything will pass, and the rainy season will not come.

The petals withered, time withered, and we who were dyed by red dust are no longer the teenagers who were drunk with youth under the blue sky. The first flower of my life is gone, it does not mean that love will dry up, but my truest and most beautiful love has been exhausted with the first flower. We miss our youth and the pure love that has passed.

We miss our youth, but not only love, the morning flowers, the seaside of memory, there are too many glittering fragments, there are joys, there are also pains. Young and ignorant, we are eager to break free from the shackles of childishness and explore the world where only a glimmer of light is revealed, we are excited and curious, we are happy to look forward to it, we are desperate, even if we hit our heads and bleed; We don't know how to love, and in the face of Hongchen's first encounter, emotions are raging like a flood, overwhelmed, and ups and downs. We are a fiery volcano in our youth, and our impulsive emotions burn ourselves and others; Our youthful silver land is a thunderstorm of mountains and rivers, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the weak world view is once again subverted in the downpour.

Nostalgia for youth, it is the sharpening of the wings again and again that we can break through the cocoon and reveal the mature beauty of butterflies.

Maybe the road will be more bumpy in the future, and we will pay more in order to force ourselves to change, but the lesson of Wuye youth has taught me how to face difficulties and bear sorrows, I miss my youth and this unforgettable growth. That glass of youthful wine, I drank it in a hurry, but it permanently melted into the blood, and under the call of memories again and again, it steamed and boiled.

Some people say that nothing is immortal, and we just delude ourselves into believing that there will be beliefs that are as eternal as nature. It is true that nothing is immortal, and we will eventually grow old, but the wine of youth melts into life, and it will be immortal. When we miss our youth, the glass of wine mixed with sweet, sour and bitter into the flow of wine comes gently, déjà vu.