The youth is not open on the book.
I am proud, because I have a beautiful youth.
For young people, the future is a wonderland.
The youth will eventually break up, but the memory forever.
The true generosity of the future is to dedicate everything to the present.
Youth is not sad, but we have been interpreted so bleak.
In passing, youth, dream; flashed, our story.
Youth is like toilet paper, looking at a lot of, with the use of it is not enough.
A brief carnival, thought that a lifetime. A long farewell is a youth feast.
Youth buried in the restless, always in many years, decorated with a smile.
It is time to realize all dreams; not all words have had time to tell!
It is really very thin, what is light, the wind blows, we lost.
Let us grasp the charm of youth, so that the joy of youth and our peers.
My dream is always youth, happiness and comfort, and then the most happy to die.
Youth is too good, good to you no matter how too feel the waves, look back, all have to regret.
Too good things are not suitable for experience, because once the experience will not be able to forget.
After finally numerous difficulties and dangers paved a gravel road, lead us to success.
We can't do it live with no regrets, but to do live at ease in youth.
What is youth? Youth is the hope. What does youth need? Youth needs a good grasp of the most.
The most beautiful youth, but there are one or two has been accompanied by a friend and a stolen lover.
Is not a woman born for love, so in the face of love, they are always brave than men.
The past is like a paper clip, the youth of a page is fixed, then turned into a book not to be.
Dreams are the foundation of success, the dream is the driving force of the people, the dream is the source of courage.
There is no higher than the people of the mountains, no longer than the foot of the road, believe me, never give up, you will fly higher.
I've never been known, so it's not forgotten. In other people's memories of life, is not my purpose.
A lot of things, but with the youth together, that is not what, leaving the original youth, what is not.
Youth without words, but full of vigor and vitality, flowers without words, but exudes fragrance, spring rain without language, but the moisture of the earth.
Young love can be silent, but in the future years, I will always walk in less of your scenery.
Life experience a youth, only to hear the voice of a flower, see a flower falls silent, and then press.
That distant youth, is so vague and so clear, is the episode in my life? It's so out of reach.
Youth is a song, she stirred our young heart; it is a fire, she lit up our blood boiling.
When one day, you will come back, will find, stay in place quietly looking forward to you, a song with my quiet smile.
And then to the end. Being confused by the reality, finally found in love with a person who has only seen a few faces is not difficult, in order to live.
There is no kind of rouge can be applied for time, no one can hide the soul of clothing, no one can decorate the emptiness of ancient books.
It's funny. You have a cigarette! Life is ironic, a person actually will become his most offensive appearance!
We always admire the beautiful flowers on the edge of the cliff, because the flowers are in full bloom, we can not reach the.
Those who belong to our youth, story, happiness, and now, no longer exist, and now we have what desire it?
The beauty and the value of youth lies in its innocence and its beauty, in its beauty, because it never returns, but it never returns.
If you are a Yangtze River do not care about others to say you are a stream, do not blindly envy goshawk beautiful, camels still very attractive.
If the outcome is happy, I would rather bear all the pain; if the outcome is painful, I would rather give up all the happiness.
His last weapon was to give him the cold, and let herself believe that she was not so important in his heart. Even this is not the original.
Everyone's youth, the end of a love. Here, there is love, love, joy, happiness, but alone is not eternal.
Youth is open to not close the book, life is not the first set foot on the back, love is thrown out to not collect bets.
Grasp the youth, is the beauty of this to the great world, so that will be infinitely extended, in order to reflect the value of its precious.
In the most beautiful years! Youth is the decay, the time for who are fair, who are only a few years of fresh, who can not afford to lose.
Dream, like a gust of wind, blow to the future; dream, like a ship, floating to the distance; dream, like a lamp, lit tomorrow.
Do you know what is the stars of the flower? Is willing to do a supporting role. I have love for you, like with the thief booty.
Don't let me wait for you, I am afraid I do not have enough courage to wait in place, but even if we walk, we can not find each other.
Youth is a beautiful memory in the birds of the sky, the youth is a slightly acidic Shaohua years of unrequited love, youth is exquisite notebook in recount soundlessly.
Do not because you may change, you will not be willing to say that the beautiful oath, do not because you may be separated, you do not dare to seek a cordial encounter.
This earth will not because a person completely hurt the heart and change his natural law, tomorrow's sun is still rising, life is still continuing.
Youth is a mirage, again good end is fleeting, the so-called immortal said, perhaps only as Ruan Guanna like to end in tragedy.
Youth in the storm of life, the strength of the accumulation of struggle. Let us sing a bumpy road, walk with hard tears nourish brilliant life.