青春是一团火,燃烧起生命的希望;青春是一把伞,遮挡起风雨的侵蚀:青春是一本书,已成为古老的神话;青春是一片海,将脚下的路一直延向远方……鱼说:“你看不到我的眼泪。”水说:“我能包容你的眼泪。”鱼和水,就好比我和母亲。再与母亲出去时,我不再是躲在她身后的小女孩了。每当逛商店时,我总是抢着问价钱,抢在母亲之前把她满意的价砍下 Youth is a fire, burning the hope of life; youth is an umbrella, shelter from the erosion of wind and rain: youth is a book, has become an ancient myth; youth is a sea, the road to the feet has been extended to the distance ... ... Fish said: “You can’t see my tears.” “Water says:” I can accommodate your tears. "The fish and water are like my mother. When I went out with my mother, I was no longer a little girl hiding behind her. Whenever I visit the store, I always rush to ask the price, grab the price of her satisfaction before the mother robbed