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When the flowers bloomed, the young man was as delicate as a flower. That open endless or blue or green or pink flowers in the group, hiding the countless, unknown young things. Time is always in a hurry, the years go without a trace, and teenagers, will always grow up. The flowers that bloomed when I was a teenager are beautiful scenery. That is a beautiful era, but also the most youthful era.