Youth is like a fresh digest, which is so warm and touching to read, often read and updated. In the past, everyone could play basketball crazily in the dark until they were too tired to move. You can play 300 gobang in the classroom, but you forget to do your homework. Can be free. Only when I remembered how creative we were at that time did I realize that "it's good to be young". If God can give me a second chance, I will do it again 500 times. In the young world, we can do whatever we want. In the happy country of love, we laugh and cry together and walk slowly together.
Happiness is always short-lived, but when we meet, we have to leave. Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and everything is like yesterday. Time flies, not only let us cherish that eventful autumn, but also let us cherish every minute of our future life and make up our minds not to let it go to waste. Parting is always sad. From acquaintance to acquaintance, we have been classmates for n years, which is really difficult. Some people say that it took 500 times to look back at past lives before getting a pass for this life. We are destined to sit under the same roof and look back many times in our last life! Maybe we can meet again in the future, maybe we will never see our beloved comrades again, but we are also happy when we think of the days when we were together. It suddenly occurred to me that we even forgot to eat the farewell dinner. Somehow, we parted at once. Until now, we have found it wonderful again!
On that day, when you packed your bags and set foot on the distant road, I can only wish you a pleasant journey! The whistle of the train is the last melody of the hymn of youth. When the train leaves, it will take my heartfelt blessing to the other side of the distance, which is also my good blessing to Class 9, Grade 3.
I don't know if there is a song that can remind you of me gently, but I will miss you far away, no matter whether the weather there is cold or hot. Occasionally, I will think of that hymn of youth that belongs to us. Chapter 3: Parents say that time passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, I became a young man and entered youth. The mystery of youth comes, and the feeling of youth comes as promised. I often look at the blue sky and secretly think, what kind of song is youth? Is it light or bitter?
Youth is a process, and everyone's youth is unique and wonderful. I think youth is a combination of two flavors: one is sugar, and the sweet pleasure surrounds the tip of the tongue, which makes people intoxicated in the innocence of childhood; One is green olives, chewing olives, and the bitter juice overflows the mouth and reaches the heart. Youth never has its boundaries, it means a pure beauty, whether sad or happy, past or present, or future. It will always come. ...
Youth naturally begins in spring. The beginning of youth is like spring. Just coming out of my childhood dream, I can't help but miss it. Compared with childhood, youth has nothing to lack. Children's childishness and innocence can be put in the bottom of my heart without any cover, and our smiles are more heroic and mature. Spring is a sowing season, and youth needs to plant hope at this time, and then pursue dreams in the long river of life.
On the solstice at the turn of spring and summer, the hot summer pours from the bottom of my heart, the sky is basked in the sun, and the dream seems far away. Most people are immersed in thick homework, always complaining about the helplessness of youth, but they are reluctant to give up their studies. When they looked back on the past, the summer vacation slipped away quietly in a depressing atmosphere. Summer is always long, the days drag on for a long time, and the nights are too lazy to appear. Grab what you can, and don't grab what you don't want. Of course, I'm not just talking about time.
When the wind blew wildly and the leaves fell outside the classroom glass, I realized: Oh, it's autumn. The cold of autumn is so similar to the sadness of youth, and the wind blows through my eyes. Some people think that the crazy play in summer has brought them the coldness of the next season; Some people don't talk, summer quietly hides under the word "diligence", and autumn brings fruitful results.
Snowflakes float leisurely, and childhood slowly returns. When it snows, the cooling in winter can't stop the inner children from being really presumptuous, rushing out of the classroom, walking through the snow, looking back at the footprints and following closely. I don't know why, but I like this feeling. The most striking sign of winter is that people are always under the covers in the morning, which leads to more and more people being late. Laziness in winter inadvertently blocks the whole person. Winter is forget the sorrow, looking back and watching the youth go away.
The journey of youth makes us have too many pursuits. We have carried our ideals countless times, and set out with the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we are still scarred, maybe the road of youth is still long, maybe the road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns. However, we can take our ideals as the classics and actions as the latitudes, and make unremitting strides toward distant goals.
My parents also said that struggling youth is the most youthful. Youth is a song that can never be sung. ...