Youth by 龙钰虹

如影随形

Children are generally regarded as the rising sun in the early morning, as flowers waiting for blossom. They all have bright future. However, it seems that the aged are forgotten. Is it their only choice to envy the young and to go to the end of their life in peace? Is that the cruel realty that they have to accept? That's not always true. So what is youth anyway? In fact, it is not a period of time, but a state of mind. That’s what I’ve learnt recently from a book, and what I deeply believed since then.
  I used to say that I’ll never celebrate my 20th birthday, being asked by others about it, for in my eyes that day suggests a turning point from which I’ll gradually become old. I’ve already dumped that silly idea. As I see it now, I will never grow old if I believe I’m still young. This also applies to anyone else.
  One can die young at 80, if he still have hope, courage, cheer, imagination and love in his heart. One can also live old if he is passive and cynical, though he got no grey hair and wrinkle face. Youth lives in aspiration, but not desperation.
  Youth is a tree, which recieves joy as its sunlight, sorrow as its water, experience as its nutrition. It will become strong and flurish if it always face the bright side.

Cinderella

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However, it seems that the aged are forgotten. _______How about: The aged, however, tend to be ignored.

One can also live old if he is passive and cynical, though he got no grey hair and wrinkle face. _____got? gets

Youth lives in aspiration, but not desperation______not in desperation

It will become strong and flurish if it always face the bright side._______flurish? flourish. faces, not face

One can die young at 80, if he still have hope, courage, cheer, imagination and love in his heart. One can also live old if he is passive and cynical, though he got no grey hair and wrinkle face. Youth lives in aspiration, but not desperation._________good parallelism
  Youth is a tree, which recieves joy as its sunlight, sorrow as its water, experience as its nutrition. It will become strong and flurish if it always face the bright side.___________very good metaphors and personification