How beautiful is youth, with tears in the snot, lying under the cherry tree, petals and eyelashes flying. What a dazzling youth, a prophetic philosophy lesson, existence and humanism, empirical certainty. Youth is more naive, go to the street with K, overthrow privatization, Interna is strong. How hungry youth is, not necessarily a foodie, can't stop eating, pasta with oyster shells. Youth is so narrow, scum and scum, no one can escape, they all have to share a few. How astringent youth, only Picasso, vowed only for her, to play Titanic. Youth is so drunk, there is meat and water, the clouds and rain will come, and the sky will be sunny and rainbows will fall. Youth is so frustrating, full marks fail, and with a dream of literature, I entered the nursery. How crazy is youth, the big dreams are all in vain in the end, but so what? How painful youth is, the fingers are connected to the heart, the sweetheart is gone, leaving a beautiful shadow in the air. Youth is hot, can't touch it anymore.
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