Youth is the most precious time in one's life. Here, I have compiled my essays on youth for your reference. I hope you will have some achievements in your reading!
Hymn of youth
Youth, she came quietly, like clear water brushed. She didn't have too many twists and turns, but there were tears, but most of them were smiles
Our youth is like a string of footprints on the beach, which will eventually be smoothed by the wind and waves. Isn't youth the best time for everyone? On the track of youth, the fastest runner, on the contrary, youth is more fleeting. However, it is even more impossible for you to stand on it forever. You can't stay with your family all your life. The referee of time will drive you down, because there are a group of young boys behind, your youth should stop.
Youth is beautiful, but whose youth is not lost. Youth is as thrilling and exciting as a rainforest. It sends a delicate child to experience the stormy days and help him grow.
Youth is like a song, our life is like a song. Youth is just his climax. No matter how long the song is, he has his own value. Ordinary people are fragile physically and psychologically, but who ever told you that you are an ordinary person? Youth is worth while, so is life. You will shine, you are always shining, because you are a light! It's just that they have been wearing a pair of colored glasses and are unwilling to admit it. Youth is the best time. Take advantage of it to boldly and wantonly exert your imagination, create it and realize it. In your world, you are the author and the hero of the story. If the main character in a book does not have his own part, then it is unnecessary to issue the book. If you don't go, who will go; If you don't go, who will go for you!
How many people recite every day that "dreams are the horse, and we will live up to our youth", but how many people have really tried. This is the first time in life. Youth is only a few years long. Are you really willing to give up? Won't you regret it?
Nothing can last forever in the world. History will slowly dilute everything, and the future will erase it. Just like people always know that there is a beam of light shining on the earth in the dark, but no one knows which beam it is. "One year's plan is in spring, and one day's plan is in the morning." When we were young, we were like the sunrise of the East, emitting infinite glory. If you don't have a good taste, tomorrow's sunrise will not be what it used to be. It is the next generation, and no one can go back to yesterday's sun is no longer yesterday's sun.
Please cherish this wonderful time. Everything in front of us is the past, the last thing the brain does for us.
Youth is fleeting. We cannot retain the past, but we can yearn for the future. Can't leave regret in this period of time. No one knows that you are the hero of the world!
Youth is like a song
Youth is like a song. The exquisite and beautiful lyrics are our pursuit of our future dreams; The ups and downs of the melody is our struggle to face the reality. We are the authors of lyrics and songs. We write down the simple happiness of youth and the struggle and perseverance of youth on the music score of life.
The simple joy of youth is like the prelude to a song. Listen, the prelude has sounded in my ears. At the get-together, all the students were in high spirits. Everyone sat around and played the classic game of guessing boxing. Scissors, stone cloth, ha ha... You lost, put your hands down quickly! Look! I don't know which student is gloating! I remember that I, who was always introverted at that time, also abandoned the image of a lady and became more interesting under the youth of my classmates. ha-ha. I burst out laughing and you should pay attention to your hands! My magic claw is reaching out to you! All the students were alert and held their breath. The classroom suddenly became silent. Suddenly, with a snap, many hands drew back in a flash, and the silence was suddenly broken. Only some students felt relieved, as if they had escaped some catastrophe; Some students were ecstatic, glad that they had not fallen into my clutches. Unique Xiaoke frowned and kept complaining: Too unlucky, I was wise all my life, but I fell into your clutches. As soon as the speech ended, everyone was laughing up and down, and the laughter echoed in the classroom. Now I think of the happiness and simplicity of youth still warms my tender heart.
The prelude of the song is so beautiful, but the climax is winding. Yes, the arduous struggle of youth is the climax. Now it is the second semester of the third day of junior high school, and the tense atmosphere and fast-paced life are pressing on our shoulders. Every night, when the stars and the moon hang in the quiet night sky and people enjoy the peaceful night, we are still writing hard and confused in the sea of suffering. We don't care whether it is late at night, whether only our dots are bright under the moonlight, or whether our tired bodies are sleepy. We are just struggling in difficulties, just groping in the dark, just trapped by difficult problems. We don't know how many such nights we spend, but these nights determine the hope of youth and compose the climax of the music.
Does the prelude of the music make you yearn for it? Does the climax of the music make your mood rise and fall? This is my youth. It is like a song played by me in the years of my life. Look at the words and listen to the music, they are all ripples of my youth.
