No one will be confused about their youth, but there is only one reason why you are confused: at the age when you should be working hard, you think too much and do too little.
Indeed, when your youth is crazy and willful, you should think about how to take this road and how hard you have to work to realize the life you want with your actions. Once upon a time, there was a youthful dream, longing for the beauty and freedom under the university sky, longing for the good mood and desire after the clouds and rain dispersed, until it blossomed ... Then, my future is not a dream!
However, I have been dreaming and never woke up. The favor of success is for those who are prepared. Before I was ready, my freshman life began a new journey in a hurry.
College life is still repeating the 3.1 line of high school. The difference is that there is no teacher's binding force, no strict control by parents, freedom and even no pressure. I live a chaotic life, occasionally listening to music, watching movies, drinking my favorite cold drinks and eating junk food that my parents were not allowed to eat in high school. Looking up at the bookcase, so many books brought back from home with great ambition were passively covered with thick dust and forgotten by me in the top memory of the bookcase. Sometimes, you will follow the crowd, occasionally take the book you want to go to class, look around for the classroom, shuttle through the vast sea of people, and even drown in the crowd. Then, you will break through many obstacles and finally find a suitable position in the classroom-the last row, so that you can sit down quietly, play with your mobile phone and chat. Maybe I will realize the seriousness of the consequences, and then listen to the literature and history stories told by professional teachers, write down some key contents related to the exam, ask questions boldly in class if I don't understand anything, and ask others humbly after class to consolidate the basic knowledge. However, it is absolutely difficult to find people who will listen carefully to the class, and almost a large part of them keep their heads down. Teachers standing on the podium will continue to talk even if they don't want to lecture. It is said that you should take part in more club activities, expand your social circle and participate in the student union in college, which can improve your working ability and management ability. It turns out that this is my life in the first semester of my freshman year, which is called freedom. I have been pushing myself into the abyss of my dream of freedom, and I fell heavily and never woke up. In this way, an ignorant semester has stumbled over. ......
However, it is not too late to wake up, it is not too late, and I still smile like a flower. Finally, at the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year, I silently promised myself: "Every day I have never worked hard is a disappointment to my life! So in any case, we must persist in powerlessness and struggle to touch ourselves. " Perhaps, everything is predestined. In my spare time, I met a senior in the library. Seeing that she was seriously reading the professional book of freshman, I went over curiously and asked what was going on. Senior sister sighed with emotion: "I was particularly confused when I was a freshman." I feel that I have no direction in life. I'm not paying attention in class. Play mobile phone, sleep and chat with classmates. As the days passed, I learned the basics of specialized courses. It's too late to make amends now. I regret being confused and not coming out. I hope senior sister can take you out of the confused positive energy, take your initial dream to that beautiful future, and look forward to your success! Come on! "
So far, I can't forget that sentence. Since then, I have been listening carefully. When I have time, I will go to the bubble library. Besides studying the theoretical knowledge of specialized courses, I also need to learn some extracurricular skills. In my spare time, I actively participated in some activities beneficial to my physical and mental health and participated in some competitions to show my special skills, which painted a brilliant stroke for my college life and described my wonderful college life. When you are tired, listen to music, watch movies, drink tea quietly, look at the blue sky and white clouds, and learn to discover the existence of beauty carefully. In fact, everyone in college life can be happy, study happily, play happily, and be a happy, confident, positive and optimistic person who loves life, family and himself.
Youth can be confused, crazy and willful, but remember the original dream. Only by not forgetting your active mentality can you achieve your ultimate goal. I hope everyone's youth can be open in the most beautiful years, with a clear conscience and immortal youth.
I think we are still young.
It's always after you lose something that you understand.
However, we should say that it is frivolous.
Or use youth as a shield?
So afraid of getting hurt
Turned himself into a hedgehog
Sting others.
Hurt himself
Think happiness is a loaf of bread in the morning.
Slowly found that happiness is good night.
It is increasingly found that happiness is understanding.
Later found that happiness is support.
Then, there is no then, when we understand, it is before there is no support.
That's ridiculous. Adults say we are precocious.
But no one knows our maturity.
There is a young man like me.
Hurt our fragile hearts
There is an ignorant person like me.
Touched our hearts.
Then, know the heartbeat
Someone thinks I can get the same different care as me.
Hurt my heart.
There is a feeling that I can give up some mature decisions like me.
My strongest determination to defeat me.
Then, know how to calm down.
There is such a person who simply thinks that hugs can survive the winter like me.
Lose the warmth I gave.
There is someone as naive as me who thinks that the cinema can be romantic instead of enjoying 3D vision.
Don't wait for me.
Then, know how to be wronged.
These don't come from family relationships.
Without affection, you can take it indefinitely.
These are not from friendship.
No friendship can stand a joke.
We know it hurts, Wei Zi.
We know, wronged, Wei Zi.
We know, lost, Wei Zi.
Because the heart has been touched and then abandoned.
I think everyone lacks love.
Lack of love can warm you the most.
I think someone's inner feelings are missing something.
That thing
Can fill all of you.
I think everyone is in tears.
Those tears hurt my eyes and my heart, because they have flowed countless times.
Those youths who are afraid of being hurt.
I think, after experience, it is in the mood for love.
Those youths who are afraid of being hurt.
I think crying is young and ignorant.
Those youths who are afraid of being hurt.
I think, loss is an old dream.
Please don't get drunk when you are lovelorn.
Because I'm mature enough to get drunk.
Face it bravely after waking up.
Please make me weak after losing.
Because I believe I can face it maturely next time.
In other words, there is no next time.
I only have one heart.
I give love.
I give love.
I give friendship.
Please give me a heart, too
If it weren't for feelings
Hope is love.
Or friendship.
Because, we are in the flower season.
Everyone thinks that they can overcome the fire.
Youth is the most beautiful and short season in a person's life. In youth, we are passionate and radiant. The smile of youth is the cleanest sunshine, but the passion is subtle. But I have seen this unique smile. It comes from my sister.
"I don't care, have you cared about me for so many years!" With a heart-rending cry, an object fell to the ground again. Then there was silence. I just wanted to have a look, but my sister suddenly rushed out. She covered her mouth with her hand, and her fingertips were slightly blue. She saw me looking at her, slowly put down her hand, put her arms around me, pulled out an extremely pale smile and said; "Sister is fine, you don't have to worry." I was in a trance, smiling for her Zhan Yan. That smile was like Bai Lianhua's pain when he was injured, like a lotus slowly standing up in the rain, like a stray deer, and like ... In short, in that smile, I saw something I had never seen before. My sister leaned wearily against me and whispered; "Don't move, let me be quiet" sounds like a helpless child. I suddenly panicked: Is my sister leaving?
Many years later, I learned the truth: when my sister went to school, she was in adolescence and a little rebellious. Therefore, when menstruation wants her sister to stay in Chengdu forever, she won't come back until graduation. If my sister doesn't compromise, there will be a quarrel. ...
I mentioned this to my sister, and she smiled faintly and said, "Youth is disgusting." Can you stand people? But my sister seems to have grown up a lot since the quarrel that night. It should be said that youth exercises my sister, but my sister sends out beautiful buds in youth.
In my opinion, this should be the best ending. Now, white clouds must be floating in my sister's heart. ...
Senior three youth composition 4 Youth is the time when flowers bloom; Youth is a palm print engraved on the heart; Youth is a romantic love song. Youth, spring blossoms; Youth, light clouds and light winds. Youth is light smoke and rain, catkins in the south of the Yangtze River, and we decorate the colorful seasons with vitality and vigor.
Youth is a gorgeous flower in the journey of life, full of beautiful ideals and indomitable confidence. Youth is hope, effort and creation, and youth is progress and enterprising. If spring is a year's youth, then youth is the spring of life. Youth is precious because it is full of vitality and prosperity. Youth is obsessed with vitality; Youth is persistent in hard work; Youth is painful for struggle.
Youth is a colorful color. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, each color is so beautiful and pure. However, the rainbow is more beautiful than any world built with a single color, because it skillfully combines seven colors to dress up a dazzling overpass. Youth is like a seven-color bridge. As long as we constantly add new colors to our lives, we will be able to paint a harmonious and beautiful picture of youth.
Youth is a subtle and short-lived accident, covered by a perfect or incomplete life like a fallen flower. No longer carefully wait for accidental time and emotion to overflow the course of life, leaving a beautiful and smooth arc of life. The beautiful people and things in memory do not fade because of dazzling, nor do they fade because of loneliness. All the accidents in youth, inadvertently, with a little modification, become amazing inevitability.
Youth, ten thousand amorous feelings of spring, charm of summer, charm of autumn, whiteness of winter and symphony of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Thanks to youth, it gave me a pair of clear eyes and let me see the road of life clearly; Thanks to youth, I washed my long-forgotten heart. The ears call for the lost youth, and the leaves rustle, showing the most splendid chapter of life-youth.
Youth, those flowers that smile like colorful flowers, are quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life. Youth is a playground in memory, brightly lit and radiant. On the road of youth, there are many problems that we need to face, whether it is rain or sunshine; Whether it is smooth or frustrated; As long as we fully cherish and make use of the cornerstone of life-the struggle of youth, then youth will have gains, pride and glory, and youth will be obsessed with our vitality!
Hiding in the corner alone and watching all the time. In the empty reading room, he quietly looked at the pale walls around him, feeling a little flustered, leaving only the spreading emptiness. The afternoon sunshine scattered feebly on the pale yellow wooden table through the glass, which made me feel warm. I touched my eyes on the table, which hurt so much that I finally shed tears.
I like the sunshine through the window in the afternoon, faintly mixed with a trace of warmth. However, my willfulness and loneliness pushed me into the darkness, and I should get used to forbearing in the darkness. Sometimes I say to myself nervously. "Don't be so cruel, at least don't ruin yourself, everything will be fine!" Occasionally, I comfort my sisters like this.
I stubbornly believe that everything will be all right, so that I don't even know if I am happy. Maybe I am too fragile to let others see my embarrassment when I am injured, so I will pretend to smile and try to cover up my inner pain with laughter. Only in the dead of night, will you secretly shed tears, and fight against loneliness hysterically in the time without venting.
It is difficult to get to the point where youth is slowly strangled and fragmented in suffering. What I didn't know before was broken, because I had perfect love and complete happiness. I still remember this time a year ago, I met Jinger, Wei, three children who had never been romantic, and agreed to go for a walk together. We talked about our dreams along the way and vowed to be together in the future and share happiness and sadness together. However, it has been more than a year since we separated, and we got together more or less once, but we were also in a hurry. Suddenly I feel that time is cruel, and its passage has swept away my lover, my confidant and my family. From then on, I will walk through this dusty and fragrant day alone and guard every tomorrow with vigilance.
A person sits in the classroom every day, in a familiar and unfamiliar campus, afraid that someone will look at me with contempt and that something messy will stimulate me. My thoughts tell me again and again: be strong, learn to be independent and free, and don't care about happiness and pain. After countless memories, I struggled on the edge of pain, in various ways, so tired! He has been away for more than 300 days and nights, but he still can't get out of that predicament after all. I just know that it is really difficult for a person to be strong, but I know that I am still young and have the strength to change it, improve it and immerse my life in the sunshine.
Until one day, my first teacher told me that you are happy. Broken youth doesn't mean you have nothing, at least you once had it. Although it is very painful and sad now, youth without tears and cracks is not perfect! You must firmly believe!
Yes! I want to believe! Broken youth doesn't mean nothing, just like a broken vase on the ground. That is at least beautiful and praised, and I can at least find my memories in my broken youth. Messy but gentle, it flows into my heart bit by bit, awakening my numb soul. When I typed "I believe in myself" for the teacher, I finally felt a sense of pleasure and relief!
I firmly believe! I am very happy!
For many people, the word youth represents youth and vitality. But true youth belongs to everyone, whether it is after 60, 70, 80 or our 90, sunshine is the embodiment of youth. -inscription
We have just entered high school and our thoughts are still very simple. Occasionally, I bring some bad habits from junior high school to senior high school. In the rebellious period, we will be at odds with our parents and teachers and like to go to extremes. But when we grow up, we gradually understand their difficulties. When we want to change ourselves and try to be good children, time will not wait for us.
When I was a freshman, something happened in our school: a classmate committed suicide by jumping off a building in the dormitory building in the middle of the night because of family factors and study pressure. The result was found lying on the ground by the boarding aunt. Due to the serious injury, she fell a comminuted fracture. Afterwards, the doctor communicated with the classmate, and the classmate spoke his mind. She said that her family is not very rich, her uncles and aunts have always looked down on her family, and she also urged her parents to divorce, and she was under great pressure to study and wanted to end her life.
From this incident, the head teacher of our own class also held a class meeting for this incident. He said that if you are stressed, you can talk to your relatives, friends or teachers. It is unwise to take the extreme road. Life is really short. When we want to get rid of it, there are still many people in the world who want to live longer, but sometimes life depends on themselves.
Now, let's work hard and don't lose our youth in the best time. Youth is particularly important to everyone, so we should cherish it.
The beauty of youth is not only a temporary brilliance, but also a bright sadness.
Youth is beautiful and short-lived; Youth is eternal, and it is also a pity.
Youth is an invisible door, when you step into the threshold of youth, there will always be some nostalgia for the past; Youth is a sacred palace. Walking into the palace of youth, there is always a trace of longing for the future.
Youth is always full of vigor and vitality. We sincerely make friends and taste friendship. Youth is always full of dreams and pursuits. We strive to realize our dreams. Youth is always full of success and hope. We challenge opportunities and gain success with confidence. When we were young, we had many ideas and some infinite feelings.
Looking back, we used to be happy and troubled; We used to be sweet and sad; Looking back, we have succeeded and failed; Once we struggled and gave up. Sometimes we are as happy as flowers in spring, and our bright smiles bloom on our faces. Sometimes we are as sad as fallen leaves in autumn, and sad tears flow down our cheeks mercilessly.
Li Taibai lamented that life is easy to get old, and sent out feelings such as "how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, and never returns"; Cao Mengde, on the other hand, thinks that "an old horse crouches, with a thousand miles of ambition, a martyr is courageous in his twilight years". Du Fu lamented the ruthlessness of the years and sighed "I care for my white hair". It grows too thin, and there are countless jade "; Su Dongpo sang: "If there is no shortage of life, the water in front of the door can still flow west, instead of singing white-haired yellow chickens." .
A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Young people, like the rising sun in the morning, radiate infinite light. We should cherish this short and fleeting youth and don't leave regrets in it. We should read this wonderful youth time well, and don't leave sadness in youth.
The back of youth is not dazzling in the street, but this unique simplicity and beauty is the most beautiful feeling in the world. Let's glow with the unique passion and vitality of youth and forge ahead courageously towards the goal of life!
The so-called illusion of happiness and satisfaction
This definition of happiness reveals the author's negative emotions.
The so-called sad and empty excuse.
Look forward to, look forward to.
Sorrow mingled with surprise.
The power of repeated camouflage
Grew up in self-sufficient deception
Why do you think so?
Always used to staring, looking
Go with the flow and return disappointed.
Loneliness and loneliness, I don't know.
Looking back suddenly, youth is too hasty.
Looking back, time always flies-write some of our feelings.
Indulge without falling, look back.
Stick to the temperature of memory
The expression "the temperature of memory" is novel and unique.
Be moved by the pursuit of mistakes
Defeated again and again by the idea of self-sufficiency
In an unreal world
Distort reality and make fantasy come true.
I'm not used to sticking to my casual dream?
Comments: In youth, you can think about happiness, ideals and life, so that you can spend it without being confused, which is worthy of recognition in itself. Perhaps it is because you have encountered difficulties, perhaps because you have not grasped the direction of life. What this article reveals is not the unique vitality of young people. On the contrary, it is more depressed and sad than negative, which should not be.
It's June 2, 20xx, five days before the college entrance examination. The students are actively preparing for the exam, and I, while preparing for the exam, also want to review my three years of high school life.
People, only when looking back on the past, find that time is so hurried. Looking back on my high school life at the tail of senior three, I feel that these three years have been left behind in an instant, and my classmates and friends who have been studying hard are about to leave with their ideals and ambitions. But after all, three years is not equal to an instant. How many joys and tears there have been in these three years, and how many smiles and sighs! These three years have soaked the sweat of our struggle and printed the footprints of our struggle!
We always think of the university as beautiful, thinking that there are auspicious clouds and colorful flowers and rains, and that everything there is full of poetry, no worries, no worries, only endless freedom and joy.
We always have a lot of materials and exercises, one after another, neatly arranged, towering on the desk like a forest, occupying our sun, moon and stars mercilessly. Even if the sun is shining outside, we will struggle hard in the classroom.
Our schoolbags are always heavy, and our holidays are always short. But we never sigh or complain. Because we know that only a heavy trek can reach the peak of glory; No pains, no gains; Only the hardships of labor can bring the sweetness of harvest. In the past three years, we all like a poem by Bing Xin: a successful flower, and people only admire her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
Of course, sometimes the gain is not directly proportional to the effort, but this is only temporary. I remember when I first entered high school, the girl sitting behind me studied hard, but she failed in several exams in succession. In the face of failure, she didn't lose heart, and still grasped every minute to study hard. I once asked her: If you struggled for three years and the college entrance examination failed to make you successful, would you regret your efforts for three years? Her answer was firm: no! I won't regret it. Although my efforts may not be successful, I must work hard in order to succeed. Then, she paused and said quietly, I believe-Heaven rewards diligence!
There are three years in high school. Three years is only a short moment in the long river of history, but for us, these three years are an unusual transit point in life, which largely determines the direction of our lives. Therefore, we cherish these three years very much. How many beats can life have? These three years should be three years of hard work, in order not to live up to parents' ardent expectations, in order not to violate teachers' inculcation, and in order to find the feeling of small glory that I want. Only in this way can the life of youth become rich but not thin, beautiful but not pale.