Youth story composition
Youth story composition 1 youth is picturesque, and countless colors are mixed and blended to achieve the most beautiful picture; The harmonious combination of cold and warm colors creates a beautiful artistic conception; Clever sketching and rendering techniques make this painting extremely beautiful ... Everyone is a unique picture, and more and more ingenuity makes this youthful artwork more and more beautiful under his carving.
However, there will always be pain in growth, but there will always be sadness in youth, and the picture of youth will inevitably be stained. When we enjoy the beautiful scenery in the forest, we will inevitably be stabbed by thorns along the way; When we walk on a clean lake, it is inevitable that our feet will be wet by the waves; When we walk under the quiet sky, we will inevitably get wet by the sudden storm ... but even in dark days, as long as we have sunshine, the front is still rain or shine.
We hold the color palette of the scroll in our hands, and draw the lines that we think are the best on that clean white paper with those distinctive colors. Maybe we will be laughed at by others when we walk on our own road, but we have worked hard and been eroded by the pain necessary for growth. Our present situation is based on our efforts. Dante said, "Go your own way and let others talk." Our hearts are not shaken by external things, which is the last stage of our growth.
Youth is like a poem. Little by little, it becomes a thousand words, and a carefully chosen poem is fleeting. Memento, who hurried past us, reappeared in this poem. We listened to the whispers of time in our ears, put the Buddha in front of us, and saw those pictures that were warm but then dim. Yesterday's laughter and tears, sadness and joy are all revived from the long river of time when we savor this poem. The memory that once made us sad, now we may laugh at it, laugh at our youth, laugh at our youth and laugh at our ignorance. Although poetry is plain, it is the most precious memory left for yourself.
I once imagined that if I had the ability to travel through time and space, I would change my rebellious self. However, as I mature, I gradually realize that I don't need to change. The pain I experienced when I rebelled has now become my best nourishment. It always reminds me not to make the same mistake. The memory I once hated is now my most grateful gift. Thanks to time, he made me who I am now.
Youth is like a song, praising all the beautiful things in the world. No matter what you have lost or what you have now. We should cherish what we have. This is the true meaning of youth. Let the light melody play in your ears and let the wonderful music linger around you. We offer yesterday's ode, we offer today's eulogy, and we offer our blessings for the future.
Youth is our best time, whether it is the warm and gorgeous sunshine in the flower season or the drizzle outside the window in the rainy season, it is so beautiful. With a grateful heart, Bloom crouched in front of the court, looking at the clouds in the sky, doing his best and not letting his youth leave a trace of regret. ...
The story of Youth Composition 2 shows us the direction and inspires us. It is very popular in Wan Huhou. Mao Zedong
The pace of youth-tension
Young teenagers are full of vigor and vitality everywhere. The front is always beautiful, and the future is always expected. Even in my dream, I still dream of a future with flowers.
The footsteps of youth are red, eye-catching and dazzling, and the footsteps in the heart make the footsteps come and go in a hurry and dare to race against time. Even if the road is muddy, even if it is stormy, it can't stop the pace of progress. Always sweating and exuding youth.
I've always wanted to be a walker, but I'm worried about the hardships of the journey. I am full of energy and anxious, so I am ambivalent about progress, maturity and growth.
Youth movement-blood and passion
Youth is the age of chasing dreams, the kind of boldness that can run freely in the sun, and the kind of desperate flight are all vividly displayed in basketball.
I like watching teenagers play ball on the playground, which will move me for a long time. The feeling of sunshine is familiar, warm and clear. The sunshine in the afternoon was bright and dazzling, sweat dripped on the ground, thunderous cheers sounded in my ears, and my eyes were fixed on the constantly beating basketball. Sweat dripping at the same time reflects the colorful light of the sun.
Youth life-busy and full
Teenagers are growing. Although he is still young, he is no longer so carefree. He should learn to adapt to the life in grade three. As a result, busyness became the title song of his life. He walks in the sea of books every day, getting used to getting up early, taking a break in busy time and facing the test paper calmly.
Life is constantly enriched, and occasionally when chatting with friends, a sentence from the textbook will pop up, and then a group of people will laugh there. Physical education class also secretly lazy, through the middle, but health on duty, but refused to leave any dirt.
He perseveres and he will win: he believes he will succeed!
The past is the past, count the romantic figures and look at the present! Mao Zedong
When we were three years old, we were filled with joy. hot pillow looked forward to every day in the future and looked forward to the arrival of magical things happily. We imagine the world as a dream, with kind fairies, brave soldiers and towering castles. Our radiant curiosity can discover adventures from simple things, such as the mystery of surging clouds, the wonder of snowflakes and the wonder of budding flowers. We are tolerant. After the quarrel, we soon forgot our differences, had no grudges and never hated each other. If you like someone, you like the real person at present. We can express our nature without hypocrisy, insincerity, simplicity, naturalness and sincerity. We have the courage to stand up from failure and start all over again, just like rebuilding a building with fallen building blocks and laughter.
Youth always has regrets. Perhaps it is these regrets that make us miss this time so much, because we still have many wonderful memories in these years. In the years of youth, you should dream, work hard, don't squander, and cherish. I have experienced failures and successes. Once lost, I regained my confidence. The price of tears is to prove that sadness is never an illusion. Therefore, I should be smarter, more elegant, more patient and more generous than before, my sense of humor should be mature, my vision should be broadened and my sympathy should be deepened. I feel that I am more experienced and have more personality than before. I've learned that happy days will make us smarter. Inner happiness is not only a kind of satisfaction or comfort, it often comes unexpectedly, just like the spring rain in April or the budding bud. At this time, you will find that wisdom has come with happiness. The grass is greener, the songs of birds are sweeter, and the shortcomings of friends have become understandable and forgivable. The wisdom brought by happiness exists in people's clear ideological context, and will not be confused by anxiety, pessimistic by depression or worry, or lose judgment by fear.
We can learn from our mistakes and surpass the past. Let the body stand high, the eyes will see far, let the soul stand high, and let the soul face the secular, so as to become detached. "After ten years of reunion, the ideal takes off here, which is the end and the starting point. Stepping onto the stage is success, the most precious wealth in life, real wisdom ... "These people, these things, the difference between winners and losers lies in their attitude towards opportunities. Winners are fully prepared for the opportunity, while losers lazily watch the opportunity slip away. In real life, many people have set lofty goals, but few of them have been achieved in the end. Come to think of it, the main reason is that many people regard difficulties and setbacks as a timid road and give up their pursuit in setbacks.
For me, over the years, I have learned to believe in hope without falling into despair, to work hard without resignation, and to be firm in faith without cynicism. I believe the power of knowledge will make the world a better place.
What is youth? The dictionary says: "In spring, the grass is lush, so it is called youth. Because it is used to describe teenagers. " This is the simplest explanation. I think, not only teenagers have youth, middle-aged people have middle-aged youth, old people have old-age youth, and three-year-old children are also young. That's because the mood is in a lush spring, no matter what age, there are times of youth.
There are also many teenagers who have no youth. I think youth is not a period, but youth every day. One day, we are light and healthy, soft-hearted and full of love for the world. Desire and joy, that day is our youth. If we can't be at this peak one day, we will lose a youth.
Therefore, in my dictionary, youth is simpler: "Every day is a good day, and this is youth."
What is youth? I said that youth is an angel. He flapped his huge wings and spread hope and youthful passion to the earth. Call us to sleep.
In a daze, we began to experience life half asleep.
The festival of youth is green, the dream is red, the crying is serious and the heart is sincere. At this time, we have love in our hearts and hurt in our hearts. There are always unreasonable ideas and puzzles that cannot be solved; Sitting in front of the window and melancholy, standing by the sea. The wind blowing through Shan Ye has blown away the residual leaves on the horizon, but it can't dispel our melancholy.
When I was a child, I began to like lying on the grass and enjoying the hook clouds in the sky. I always feel bound, but I'm actually free. I sat on the windowsill without rhyme or reason, standing in the dark and crying without rhyme or reason. I like to follow my heart, but I always run into a wall. Time and walls build our rationality.
Youth is magical water, which nourishes the love in our hearts. We began to pay attention to father's back and mother's hands. Trying to escape from their sight, I came back crying when I was injured. I don't want others to care too much, but I want to be concerned, but I can't hope for warm candles.
Youth flies. When we meet something that we can't handle, let them handle it. I realized that "life is like a horse. If you don't ride it, it will ride you. " At this time, we have just tasted the taste of life and praised life at the first sweet taste; The first bite is bitter, so curse fate. They look back on the past, longing for going back in time, hoping to grow up quickly, but hoping not to grow up. In fact, life is patiently waiting for us to understand. Bitterness and sweetness require lifelong thinking.
The ideals and hopes of our youth are like the stars in the sky. For them, we started running, maybe without results. But let's not be discouraged by this. Life is short, the road is bumpy, and the horizon is always far away. There are many confusions, cowardice and failures in youth, but we have depth, courage and success. No one can win the race against time, and no one can lose the price he paid.
Youth is like a skylight, open the skylight of youth, freeze the scenery ahead, and knock on the ideal door with persistent belief, youthful passion and youthful strength; Open the skylight of youth, give a promise to the future, cherish the sunshine of life with sincere heart, grateful smile and concerned eyes.
The story of youth: temperament, contained in moving; Emotion, brewing in excitement; Rationality, sublimation in edification ...
The story of youth has been blue for 6 days. The peaceful sunshine caressed my youth warmly, and the best time of my youth was left in a remote university with the fragrance of nature.
Memory is always sunny, in fact, there are many rainy days in the mountains. After thinking hard, I remembered that I had cursed rainy days for several days and tried to prove that I really suffered from "rainy season depression". But I always return to sunny days unexpectedly.
I can't remember how many times, I was always tempted by the eyes outside the window, fleeing from the classroom and avoiding the heavy responsibility on my shoulders. When I dragged my schoolbag around the campus, my heart was full of grand light, and sometimes I was even moved to tears. Occasionally meet the head teacher. I don't know if my happiness in the sun infected them. They stopped criticizing me and just smiled, "Why don't you go to class?" Or "Skipping class again?" I smiled, too, and said shyly like a child who did bad things, "Come out and get some air."
"The flower of youth makes me tired, but I don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic, but I am miserable ... "That song of singing youth should be a classic of singing youth. Every poem of youth, every beautiful prose of youth, seems to have just been fished out from the thick juice of youth, and its sad atmosphere is everywhere in the air. When the song sounded, I also remembered sadly that I still had some days when the sun was not full.
When I was a sophomore, I became friends with my senior Tao. We can't remember how we met, and we have never understood why we have to argue and quarrel together all day, trying to play tricks on others. Bad idea. Later, Tao broke up with her boyfriend from other places. I know Tao and her boyfriend are serious, and that was the only time I saw Tao in tears. During that time, I didn't always accompany Tao. I'm chasing an emotion that I know won't work out. Later, I called it "a glimpse of secular love", but now I suspect that all this is because of my unrequited love. When the boy who smiled as brightly as the sun graduated, everything in us naturally disappeared. No one knows how important he once occupied in my heart, and no one knows how happy I am with him. Even if the ending is expected, endless regrets and sadness still linger in my heart for a long time. Later, Tao Tao also left, and all the teachers and sisters I met in 1997 left, which made me feel a lot in my senior three years.
With the deepening of my memory, I not only remembered those summer afternoons filled with gardenia fragrance, but also seemed to hear the flute that often sounded in front of Building 1 at dusk or night. What an endless dream I had when I stopped downstairs! Later, I joined them and played "The sea laughs, waves on both sides ..." But because I lost my notes, there was always disharmony. Enthusiastic practice for a long time, finally dropped. Until graduation, I still couldn't play the music well, and my favorite clarinet disappeared in the chaos before leaving school.
What is youth?
Maybe youth is just an attempt, don't care about the result; Perhaps youth is a dream of running around and shouting loudly, accumulating experience in nothingness and losing dreams; Perhaps youth is just a casual mood, without considering utility or deliberately getting rid of or going deep into the world of mortals. I prefer my youth to be a flying light molecule, even if it is a flying cigarette. I had suffocating happiness before disappearing into the long river of years.
In fact, youth is just a time worth remembering.
For seven days in a row, the gray and cold chill rippled in the rain. Everything is as silent as death.
Sunshine may have been running for many years, but its luster has faded, leaving a faint foundation.
The flowers in the basin seem to be unable to withstand the cold erosion and wither silently, and the unique pedicels tremble in the rain.
There were occasional footsteps on the path, but they soon disappeared.
The chill is concentrated in the misty rain, and everything is so unusual.
On the balcony, she stared at the distance, at a loss? Panic? Sad? Both, right? Make a promise in your heart, don't be careless and don't relax. However, actions often go against one's will and derail. Later, I regretted my ignorance. Hey! People, that's it!
The wind is cool to the core. On the balcony, she was stupefied and her mind was full of serious classmates, but the illusion of reading and smelling chickens dancing by candlelight disappeared without a trace. My heart, I can't laugh at a ray of enthusiasm, I can't afford to miss a trace, and I am completely numb!
Still staring at the distance, but the only thing that catches my eye is a gloomy background between heaven and earth, and every particle in the air is stained with a gray tone. The fallen leaves fall silently and jump with the rain, stirring the soul of her thoughts. The soul tried to break away from the silence that had imprisoned her for a long time and became hysterical. But after the leaves fell, everything returned to its original reticence!
She turned her eyes to a fallen tree nearby-there was a little light on the dead branches, which looked a little green. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and she shuddered. It seems to be getting colder. Perhaps, perhaps the wind took away the loss, and she suddenly felt inexplicable courage; Perhaps, perhaps the wind brought confidence, and she suddenly felt that the storm would break through the barrier of time and reproduce the rainbow after the rain. Maybe, maybe, everything will change, and it won't be so gloomy anymore. She muttered to herself.
The wind and rain wet her dry thoughts, and her enthusiasm was unconditionally awakened by the enthusiasm of the wind and rain:
Sadness will eventually lead to the destination of aging.
There are many times when youth hides its tail in our shadow. Few people will find that he walks with time, and with the time when flowers and birds sing, he always sneaks out in some people's hearts in the dead of night.
Sometimes I don't know if I should feel anything, but some things really change too fast. It's not that you can't accept this reality, but that you need more time to face the future. We used to be all ignorant children, but some people know a little more and some people know a little less about some things. When I was young, I was afraid of making mistakes, but my young heart always wanted not to miss it. But if I missed it, people or things would always miss me there, knowing that some things were irreparable, but it was too early to wait, even if things were changed. This is the promise you made to your youth when you were young.
I didn't know it was so difficult to walk until after. Who promised who in a long life. I don't think we should make promises easily when we are young. The characteristic of young commitment is that when you don't regret giving up your life, you will regret such an oath. I don't know if God made our wish when you were young, and then worked hard for it all your life.
I don't know why. I will still think of you. Am I cursed like this? In fact, I clearly know that the moment you left was so crisp. Actually, why should I make you sad? But I made a green oath to you. When you told me to give up, I should hide, so we are strangers? Or do I have to do what I say, even if you really marry someone else three years later?
In fact, knowing again can't save anything. You said I didn't love you enough. Yes, I'm really not enough I really can't give you that much as you want. I once said that our values are different, but they are all lies. If love is so smooth, there is no need to say that we still love you while hiding ourselves.
In fact, I knew you would leave that day, but I still had a good love with you, no regrets. You said I wasn't good enough this time, and I admitted it. Well, if there is a next time, I will love you all my life. I'm just not brave enough. In fact, I love you very much. I just don't know how much you love me. It's just that you came too fast that night, and that birthday, I lost you like this. Love should be cursed, and I should be cursed. Just a youth, who promised whose life?
Some people say: people should not neglect teenagers. I said: youth has no regrets and dreams. -inscription
In a blink of an eye, high school life has passed for a year. Over the past year, there have been both the enrichment of struggle, the worries of growth, the joy of progress and the frustration of failure. Whenever I am frustrated and hesitant, I can't help but think back to the third day when my dreams were surging, my blood was boiling and I was sweating like rain, especially a few days before the middle school entrance examination, and the ripples that had already been calmed down in my heart were quietly aroused ...
My life in grade three was very tense. Thanks to him, I am what I am today. That year, our class underwent a major reform. Except for the Chinese teacher and the PE teacher who only attended less than three classes, all the teachers were changed, and the head teacher was also changed to our history teacher. After learning this situation, many parents are questioning whether this teacher can do it. After all, I'm just not a big history teacher. Teachers are more experienced. Did the former class teacher have any rich experience? Some students have changed classes because of this, but I am full of trust when I think of the history teacher's strong physique, firm eyes and kind smile. When my parents asked for my advice, I said without hesitation, "I want to stay!" " "
The senior high school entrance examination mainly examines students' mastery of basic knowledge and the application of comprehensive ability, involving many disciplines. At that time, my liberal arts was not as good as that of No.1 Middle School, and my grades were in the middle. Gradually, my heart became more and more anxious, my knowledge became more and more difficult to remember, and my grades in liberal arts became worse and worse. Because I spent a long time in liberal arts, my grades in science also dropped, and my heart began to lose and be agitated, and I began to want to give up. ...
After a monthly exam, the light rain kept falling, and my mood was like a dark cloud in the sky, which refused to disperse. As expected, I didn't do well in the exam this day. He found me, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Did you analyze the reasons yourself? What's the problem? Is it not enough effort or the wrong method? Remember, there is no color in youth without struggle ... "Although that passage is not long, it reverberates repeatedly in my mind and cannot be erased for a long time. His encouraging and firm eyes always appear in front of my eyes.
After that, I seriously reflected on myself, made a detailed study plan and clear goals, and became more and more strict with myself. With unremitting persistence, my grades have gradually improved, but my character is born with a little pride, and a success will always be accompanied by a failure. The class teacher seems to know my situation. Every time I make progress, I will always find me and let me guard against arrogance and rashness and continue to work hard ... In this way, I finally realized my dream of being admitted to Zhongxiang No.1 Middle School.
This is only a short experience of my student days, but it has left an indelible mark on my heart. In passionate youth, everyone will have a vision and expectation for the future, but every step of life needs to be down-to-earth, persistent and hard-working. Youth does not lie in how many sweet and joyful gains there are, nor in how many confused and unrestrained indulgences there are, because youth is a road without regret, and after it, it can never be turned back; Youth is a blank book, waiting for us to write and decorate our lives! Youth without regrets, dreams far away!
Youth story composition 10 Learn to cherish, so know how to give up. Learn to be cruel, and you will be complete. But in that illusory time, the smoke dispersed, only the fragrance of love in that memory reminded that love had come, relying on that riddled oath.
Flowers always wither, leaves always turn yellow, and nightclubs come.
Everyone yearns for a beautiful flight, so why should I catch the bus to heaven so early?
Everyone has a wonderful past. Why should I jump off a cliff without talking in such a hurry?
Everyone has his own ideals. Why did I break my wings so early?
Everyone has his own story, and only you can feel the faint innocent feelings and the faint fragrance on me.
A little nostalgia, a little forgetfulness, a little aftertaste and a little rhythm.
Although I know your smile will never be my patent, I really hope it can always accompany me. When you are injured, when you are in danger, when you are excited, when you are successful, you can't miss your bouncing waves.
We are all defeated by life, hiding in the dark corner of the city, so we refuse the sunshine.
My heart hurts inexplicably, every time. I don't know how long I can hold on. I can only say to myself over and over again, I will be fine, I will be fine. I would rather convince myself that my dying heart will continue to beat slowly.
Youth story composition 1 1 day, gray and cold, rippling in the rain. Everything is as silent as death.
The sunshine has been running for many years, and the luster has faded, leaving a faint foundation.
The flowers in the basin seem to be unable to withstand the cold erosion, wither silently, and the unique pedicel shakes in the rain.
On Xiao He's path, there were occasional footsteps, but they soon disappeared.
The chill is concentrated in the misty rain, and everything is so unusual.
On the balcony, she stared into the distance, at a loss? Panic? Depression has everything. I made a promise in my heart that I would never be careless and never relax. However, actions often backfire and derail. Later, I regretted my ignorance. Hey! Dude, that's it!
The wind was bitterly cold. On the balcony, she was stupefied and her mind was full of serious classmates, but the illusion of reading and smelling chickens dancing by candlelight disappeared. My heart, I can't laugh at a ray of enthusiasm, I can't think of a trend of thought, and I am completely numb!
Still staring at the distance, but the only thing that catches my eye is that there is a gloomy foundation between heaven and earth, and every particle in the air is stained with gray tones. The fallen leaves fell silently with the rain, jumping and stirring the soul of her thoughts, trying to break away from the silence that had imprisoned her for a long time. But after the leaves fell, everything was silent again!
She diverted her attention and poured it on a nearby tree with fallen leaves. -the dead branches are shining a little bit, which seems a little green. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and she shuddered. It seems to be getting cold. Perhaps, perhaps the wind took away the loss, and she suddenly felt inexplicable courage; Perhaps, perhaps the wind brought confidence, and she suddenly felt that the wind and rain would break through the barrier of time and reproduce the rainbow after the rain. Maybe, maybe, everything will change, not so gloomy. She muttered to herself.
The wind and rain wet her dry thoughts, and her enthusiasm was unconditionally awakened by the enthusiasm of the wind and rain:
Sadness will eventually come to the end of aging.
Youth story composition 12 what is youth? The dictionary says: "In spring, the grass is lush, so it is called youth. Because it is used to describe teenagers. " This is the simplest explanation. I think, not only teenagers have youth, middle-aged people have middle-aged youth, old people have old-age youth, and three-year-old children are also young. That's because the mood is in a lush spring, no matter what age, there are times of youth.
There are also many teenagers who have no youth. I think youth is not a period, but youth every day. One day, we are light and healthy, soft-hearted and full of love for the world. Desire and joy, that day is our youth. If we can't be at this peak one day, we will lose a youth.
Therefore, in my dictionary, youth is simpler: "Every day is a good day, and this is youth."