看过许多对于青春的诠释,有人说:青春是美丽的,也是短暂的,就像那幽蓝的夜幕里绽开的烟花;有人说:青春是道明媚的忧伤;也有人说:没有欢笑的青春不算完整,没有泪水的青春更是一种残缺。我不喜欢这几句话,却固执地钟情于:青春是汗水与泪水盛开的百合,是激情与浪漫合奏而成的交响曲。 Having read many interpretations of youth, some people say that youth is beautiful and short-lived, just like the fireworks that bloom in the faint night; Some people say: Youth is a melancholy grief; others say: Youth without laughter Not complete, tearful youth is a kind of incompleteness. I do not like these words, but stubbornly love: youth is a lily with tears and tears in full bloom, is a symphony of passion and romantic ensemble.