当翻开尘封的相册时,发现青春藏于稚嫩的脸庞中;当翻开厚厚的日记时,发现青春藏于一竖一横的步伐中;当路过你为我种下的千年泪松树时,发现你遗留了一地的青春,我用手轻轻捧起,把它组成了青春录。记录一种青春,它属于亲情。在童年时,父母把怀抱送给了我们;在年少时,父母把经验送给了我们;在成年时,父母把生活送给了我们。这一份份青春的付出,父母却换来了一头白发,银丝飘缕,刺痛了我们这些还不懂事的儿女。也许逐渐成长的我们,认识到父母的青春在于付出,儿女的青春在 When you open the dusty album, you find that youth is hidden in the immature face. When you open a thick diary, you find that youth is hidden in the vertical and horizontal steps. When you pass the millennium tear tree you planted for me , I found that you left a place of youth, I gently won the hand, made it a youth record. Record a youth, it belongs to the family. In childhood, parents gave us arms to us; when they were young, parents gave us experiences; in adulthood, parents gave us life. This part of the youth to pay, but in exchange for a white hair, silver psoriasis, stinging of our children who are not sensible. Perhaps we are gradually growing up and realize that parents’ youth is paying for their children’s youth