Youth is fire， boiling our each drop of blood； Youth is water， surging in each of our cells； Youth is the wind， ease our every pain； Youth is the rain， nourish our every happy...
Presto， we walked a flower rainy season， suddenly look back， all the trials and hardships. Once upon a time， no longer in youth weaving the cradle do whimsical dream， no longer in under the moon and flowers pay attention to that is not eternal beauty. Someone says， the youth is a cup of green tea， the product more fragrant. Also some people said that， the youth is a beautiful fireworks， flowers， beautiful clear. Wind time， blew virginity have no evil， after the baptism of years， we grow up slowly.
In youth combustion days， we release exciting enthusiasm， play beautiful melody， sprinkle the hard sweat. In spite of setbacks and failures， but also won't make us lose hope， the temptation of surface also cannot shake our firm determination.
Many tonal youth， happiness and suffering， happiness and frustration be accompanied by， we feel happiness or misfortune or， all is one kind of feeling， only by our own around to the results. Some people come， while some others set foot on another journey， the wind had non-trace， running back and forth， cloud light wind clear. In this precious youth years， we how to grasp？ When the frustration comes， we are facing or avoid？ The road of life can only rely on yourself， flat and bumpy meaning is not absolute， as long as the road is not the end， and you don't have a final answer. To know even avenue， also be wind and rain over.
life as the frustration of the desert， the occasional plain sailing but is the dune sea vast the little oasis. We want to let life blossom glorious must tread oasis， brave to meet desert and into the arms of dune sea. The youth are not afraid of setbacks， frustration is the prelude of success， is the successful overture.
Afraid of setbacks we ever thought， let us real fear is the setback
【作者的话】哪天你们想要闪电结婚 请先帮我找一个好归宿 别一个人去幸福不理人 哪天你们不小心就变成大老板或女强人 别忘了是我劝你要认真 无论再忙都要陪我聊聊心声 我永远记得我们在一起挥霍的日子 我回忆往事梦想未来 感动聊不完
（文/阡陌浅末）