青春是一首首诗,是一幅幅画,是一张张写满了心情的明信片它有时候温暖,有时候忧伤,有时候随性,有时候拘束。它是文艺而清新的年少时光,洒落一串串珍珠般的回忆。原谅我这一生不羁放纵爱自由,也会怕有一天会跌倒。谁人都可以,哪会怕有一天只你共我……背弃了理想, Youth is a poem. It is a picture. It is a postcard full of emotions. It is sometimes warm, sometimes sad, sometimes casual, and sometimes restrained. It is a young and literary period of art, and sprinkles a string of pearl-like memories. Forgive me for innocent love of freedom in my life, and I fear that I will fall one day. Whoever can, which would be afraid that one day only you will share me...