C5 Morning on Campus

All that long winter, I was inspired and excited by the endless snow...

More than once, I ran to the fields, to the forest, to the beach a few kilometers away. I like this northern seaside midtown, the fields, the forest, the surf inspired by the sea breeze, like my young heart, and of course the young friends, we are associated with this beautiful nature, we like these flowers and plants and this bright sunshine.

Sometimes I would walk alone to that silver field, painted gold by the last rays of the setting sun, and the world would be as beautiful as a fairy tale, and I would be so bewitched by what I saw that I would not leave it for a long time. I would even think that the world was created for me alone, that I was connected to their lives.

Despite the intensity of my studies before the exam, I was still busy taking the time to meet with my beloved. Here, I often take out my mobile phone to take a picture of this beautiful scenery for the netizens to enjoy. My web name is Nude. As for age, I write seventeen, but who knows if it's true? The current network really is very illusory, the 80-year-old grandpa may also be immature said: Don't make me feel so embarrassed, I am only 18 years old this year. I'm already very honest when I'm seventeen. But anyway, I don't know what love is, and I've never been in love, which is true.

But aside from that one dream, there was no other dream … Hey! Forget it, that dream was too terrifying and too real. Whenever I recall that terrifying dream, I would shudder in fear. I really didn't know what terrible thing would happen next.

But the desire and fire in my body and eyes had told everyone that I was a truly mature man, and that was beyond doubt. So I was dismissive of a nightmare.

Whenever those juniors walked past me, I would frankly say that there would always be a peculiar disturbance in my heart. In my mind, there would always be something restless moving about, perhaps it was the desire for this virtue, or perhaps it was the instinctive reaction of youth. In short, this kind of feeling was painful yet also nostalgic … But that horrible dream flashed through my mind again, and it was undeniable that my soul had not been stained with dirty dust.

One of our buddies is named Cao San Eyed, who is an expert in this field. He likes to peep through the collars of senior sisters when they are washing dishes. I don't know what's so good about that, but frankly I don't think my friend is that dirty. In fact, his grades have always been very good. Of course, I never do such a dirty, furtive thing.

In my heart, youth is beautiful, but it is also turbulent. Even though he acted so uncivilized, we are still good friends. I think this beautiful adolescence is like a river of melting snow, destined for torrential streams, which occasionally rush out of the river bank, which is nothing; just like the mountains in the early morning mist, where occasionally a bald spot will grow green leaves, but you are destined to see his love, love, and loyalty.

Although my height wasn't too high, I was already more than 1.80m tall. My shoulders were wide and sturdy, thin from the years of excessive growth. But my silent introverted character conceals my inner thoughts, for which my mother always complains that I am not talkative and do not treat my guests with proper courtesy.

But who knew the fervor in my heart? But I think Zhu Tong was an exception to this, because we were best friends, or more accurately, playmates from my childhood. But now we seem to have drifted apart. But she could still come to me often and ask if I had any new works.

For this reason, I often don't know what to do. Whether I want to be close to her or distance myself from her is a really painful thing. To be honest, I called her name several times in the night, but I was alone in my room, otherwise it would have been really awkward. Every time something in my head, I would constantly shake, stirring up a feeling in my heart.

This reminds me of that nightmare, "This' big fool '' 250 'really did harm me," I always curse him when I see him, because I really don't know what to do. That monster really did harm me, but that could really be just a dream!

When I woke up this morning, the weather was still as cold as ever. It was cold outside. The tiny red clouds on the horizon, the clear blue sky. I stared at it for a long time, suddenly thinking that spring was coming. Because you look at that ethereal red gauze is the girl's neon dress in spring? It was the color of a girl's cheek and her short skirt swaying in the wind. My heart immediately flew to the misty sky, I felt the blood in my heart unceasingly churning. "AHH!" Perhaps I do not understand that this is the tide of youth in waves to me.

The beautiful nature and the surging thoughts in my body are tenaciously pulling out the green branches, the casual sprinkle of strong oil color, radiating the life of youth.

Oh, no, but perhaps all men of the past understand that the passion of youth is like the misty clouds in the sky that are instantly frozen into a cold mist by the cold wind. Youth is short like the petals of a rose in full bloom, the dew has not yet dispersed, has lost his pink, left only melancholy hatred.

Who can say for sure that this is too natural beautiful, how could be the original to be permanently copied on the snow-white Xuan paper?

A flash of melancholy passed through my mind, and I frowned deeply, wondering if Zhu Tong's budding face would fall like a snowflake. Would her slender waist become as twisted and inconvenient as the aunt next door?

To be honest, I don't like that old-fashioned dogma that way. The rules and the strict look on my face are totally out of place with my youth. If only these dull dryness could be made as open and fun as that winter beach. Perhaps in this world all life, all passion and freedom, had been frozen by this pale thing.

Pale emptiness and the gray of despair gradually occupied my space; cold and rigid gradually climbed up my heart, replacing the lively thoughts of youth. What was the meaning of life after that?

What is the theme of the world? Is it rigorous reason and a strict, rigid doctrine — that youth does not like.

Perhaps the youth of every man — or the youth of every man of blood — was like a wild horse destined to be chained to the thought, slowly tamed. And who could get rid of the shackles of this annoying dream for the sake of their dreams?

But I still believe that you can only cultivate a stronger pair of wings if you are forever on your desk, enduring this kind of numbing, stifling atmosphere. But no matter what, in order to achieve the ideal dream in his heart, only a fool would idle away his time. University time is coming to an end, a new journey may have been prepared, yes, for us, the examination may be a better way out.

Because our young heart is really like a winged horse yearning for a more distant sky!

What will the girls think?" Perhaps in the eyes of most people they are a herd of tamed fawns, their voices soft and gentle, their voices so carefully listened to that they have to listen to them, and who knows what they are talking about, and those secret snickers are another world. They are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who aren't the ones who are the ones to hear them. I don't like these pretentious looks, but except Zhu Tong heart, her beauty is like thin snow in the La Mei, summer rain after the first lotus, absolutely not a trace of embellishment.

I was riding my bike with all my might, my fingers tingling with cold. Winter morning is really cold! The pressure to study gradually climbed on my heart, because if I couldn't get a good result and failed the exam, it would be embarrassing to say it out loud. You know, my young heart really wants face.

The crimson clouds in the sky had already dissipated, and the sky was a little clearer than before. But the cold air felt like it was going to freeze my face. I looked up into the distance and struggled to climb the bike with my legs against the cold. In the distance was the dark and low horizon. The sun had yet to pass through its fiery red face. Perhaps only the clouds above could take a look at its face and know where it was warming up.

Nearby, shredded, web-like trees had been dyed white with frost, and the city was filled with buildings that were either tall or short, fat or thin. Along the straight road, there were occasionally one or two pine trees that were pressed down by the snow heaps. They were struggling to stand up straight. Every time I came here, I would glance at it a few times, perhaps only it could breathe with me, and every morning we would feel the cold of this northern city, the cool of the air, the freshest breath of melting snow.

Perhaps men and animals, plants, everything in this world had the same heartbeat and the same breathing, the same knots of life. When the world has run out of limitless vitality and is constrained by all sorts of boundaries, men and animals feel the same sense of helplessness and oppression — you see the sparrows on the branches, shaking their fluffy feathers as if they were frozen. "AHH!" I, who had always been a poet, was blinded by the cold. Perhaps everything had been put into the cage of thought — except those birds — for they knew that spring would come!