Flash youth composition 1

The wind chimes of youth opened the heart, and the colored flutes of youth blew the dreams. The breeze of youth dispersed my troubles, and the notes of youth drove me to hope. This beautiful youth season is the time for us to sow hope, cherish hope and grasp hope. Don't let it become a meteor that can't make a wish. Let it shine in our hands.

In the morning, a few shy rays of sunshine poked their heads out and gently woke me up through the curtains.

The weather in the regiment is very good. I went out after breakfast. Walking in the street, I bathed in the sunshine and enjoyed the warmth brought by the sunshine. The market is much more active than before. At first glance, a sea of people. Not far away, a loving old couple are helping each other to go to the market. A rural old man who is over 70 years old is constantly shouting: "Radish and cabbage, just picked from the ground, are fresh."

"The beginning of life is naturally beautiful and similar. Xi xiang yuan ... "There was a group of lively and lovely children reading in the alley. The noisy market gradually quieted down.

"alas! I really miss my youth, but I only blame myself for not studying hard and wasting my youth. Otherwise, we would have ... "The old couple said.

"alas! How much I miss my youth, I only blame myself for not grasping my youth at the beginning, otherwise ... "The old man selling vegetables said.

"alas! How I wish I could go back in time! I only blame myself for squandering my youth and betting on tomorrow. I really regret it, otherwise I would have ... "The old man kneeling on the ground begging from pedestrians said.

When I heard this, I thought, "It's time not to come." "Don't wait, it's sad for nothing." These rhetoric, thinking of their laziness in learning, wasted a lot of golden time, and their grades were always average, without regret. I regretted it before the white hair said it. That can only be the moan of a lonely goose in the autumn wind.

I want to cherish this beautiful youth and cherish this beautiful time. So, I ran home quickly. Pick up my textbook, read it carefully, take out my homework that I hate and write it carefully. I want to hold the pen in my hand and draw a picture of youth.

Please remember: on the road of youth, no matter how good the scenery is, don't be greedy, and no matter how comfortable the inn on the road is, you can't stay long. We should grasp the youth we have, pursue, struggle and create the brilliance of youth.

Youth composition flash 2

When the moonlight of memory floats in the sad colors of the past, when the romantic moon fades away, the fleeting time crushed by years leaves an eternity worth remembering.

Childhood, there will always be a night that you will never forget, standing on the bare stone steps, hoping to fly freely like a bird. Calling for the loneliness of the soul and emitting the fragrance of childhood.

Whether the songs you once liked can still play the good rhythm; Can we still find a deep mark on the road we have traveled, and whether our dreams still have a beautiful innocence? The passage of time has made me take off my childish face. I am no longer the child who knows nothing. My childhood dreams reappear in my mind, and now I have a frivolous mentality that I never thought of before.

At this flower-like age, we laugh like flowers, and our confident heads let the cool wind blow the hair on our foreheads. Years have changed us too much, but we like to stare at the moonlight quietly, and often think of the loneliness of Li Bai's sentence "Until I raise my cup, I ask the moon, bring my shadow and be the three of us". Unconsciously, there is an incomprehensible sadness in my eyes. Lonely or confused?

The years that have passed are like lilies in bloom, always smiling with water and light, quiet and lonely. It is windy and dusty in spring, boring in summer, dry in autumn and Leng Xue in winter. The passage of time left no trace. Now, I can't find my favorite picture book on my desk. The girl with her chin cupped by the window doesn't know whether she wants to make a poem of clouds or a picture of butterflies.

Teenagers, that song, that dream, that time. The passing years are like a flower that never fades. I believe that there is longing and yearning. Occasionally think of that childhood, is that Meng Tong's absurdity? I've learned that growing up is not pleasant.

The wind chimes of youth opened the heart; The colorful flute of youth blows the dream; The notes of youth drive me to hope. I fell in love with chasing dreams and learned that "don't wait, teenagers are sad." Years are ruthless, and the residual flowers are gone. Fate is so cruel that the buds of youth will wither prematurely before they bloom.

If there are still those years, I still insist on my child's dream and be a free bird flying in the sky; If there are still those years, I will swim freely in the water like a fish. If there are still those years, I will need a bright star to cling to a beautiful dream.

The lost years cannot be redeemed. Let's open our gloomy hearts and make a colorful wreath for tomorrow.

Youth composition flash 3

Youth is like a girl's bright eyes, with inexhaustible elegance; Youth is like a boy's stride, with an enviable and never-fading demeanor.

The synonym of "youth" is envied by those who have lost their youth, and is expected by younger brothers and sisters who have not experienced adolescence. Youth is like a dream, and the years are fleeting. However, in adolescence, what are we doing with our own capital-youth? Youth in hand, you don't think it's good. A day later, you seem to want to recall your struggling youth, but your mind is at a loss. What kind of mood do you have?

Wang Bo, one of the "Four Masters of Early Tang Dynasty", had few wizards. At the age of six, he was able to write articles. At the age of nine, he read Yan Shigu's Notes on Hanshu, and pointed out the mistakes of Yan's notes in the article "Pointing out defects", which was praised by his elders. /kloc-when he was 0/4 years old, he was awarded the post of Saburo and was edited by Pei.

In his twenties, he went to Hainan to visit his father and passed through Hongzhou. At that time, Governor Yan gave a big banquet in the newly-built pavilion, and he was also invited to attend. Yan Dou had invited his son-in-law to preface in advance, but in order to show humility, he pretended to invite all the guests to preface, and everyone humbly declined, except Wang Bo, who wrote the preface and poem of Wang Tengting in one breath, full of surprises. Yan Dudu stood up in surprise and said, "What a genius." "Preface to the Poems of Tengwangge" has since become a masterpiece that has been handed down through the ages.

It is precisely because Wang Bo cherishes his youth and creates a brilliant story that it will last forever. People's youth is only once, so it is precious.

On the other hand, what can we do with our youth? Is it to waste time and let youth run away? Is it because we have youth and squander it at will? Still fighting for youth? People who struggle are happy, and life for youth is fiery. Friends, take advantage of youth, take advantage of the golden moment of life, let us fight for youth and strive to create a new world for ourselves!

Youth composition the fourth flash

Whose face is clear to whom.

Whose tears cry for whom

Whose hostage was taken for whom?

Whose youth is wanton for whom.

Whose pen and ink are remembered for whom.

A person will always carry small backpack on his back, travel without direction, and write down all his youth in a strange street.

Walking through the world alone, a person's scenery is actually beautiful, like a woman's man, stormy, like a dandelion's trip across the ocean, walking alone, not being understood by anyone, laughing and mocking, while I look at the sky with a smile, I will walk gently and sleep my life quietly in a place that is not far away, so that my dream can spread its wings and fly, and bloom proudly and wonderfully like a flying leaf at the end of death.

I really don't know when it started. I don't know that I am no longer cheerful and lively. Now I dare not face anything. I don't know why, as everyone said, there are too many things in my heart, but I always keep them in my heart and don't want to tell anyone. I was so cheerful and lively. I always can't hide what's in my heart, and I always like to talk to my good friends. I think I may have changed.

Thirteen years old, I don't know what I have experienced, some of which are even unbearable or unbearable, but there is nothing I can do. What should happen will happen. I will still experience what I have experienced, and I no longer regret my decision. Whether this decision is right or wrong, I will finish it at all costs. No matter how difficult and dangerous the process is, I will face it bravely.

Maybe I'm still young, but I have too many things on my mind and I don't know how to face them. I always hope that someone can always accompany me and listen to all the words in my heart, but I don't know how to face it. I dare not say. I feel that people around me can't believe it. I-I find myself confused.

I don't know why, I am getting farther and farther away from the crowd. It may be because I was cheated by my friends, or it may be other reasons. I always like to think about life slowly in the dead of night, but I can't think of anything. Now I find it difficult to see myself clearly. Is it because I've changed or I'm under too much pressure? Make it unbearable for yourself.

In any case, I just wish my life will be safe, the years will not pass too fast, and people around me will be more sincere. I, drifting away, I don't understand now, and I often don't know why I chose this way, but I still won't give up my regret. After all, I'm still that woman. May my life be like a moth to a fire, meet a sincere person and spend the rest of my life together. ...

It would be great if life were like the first time.

Flash Youth Composition Chapter 5

Ideal, a seemingly lofty and unreachable word, runs through everyone's life. From germination to firmness, I have worked hard for countless days and nights, just to realize my ideals. Not all our ideals will be richly rewarded, but the process of chasing dreams is the most shining and meaningful.

My childhood was spent groping in the dark, and it was only in junior high school that I gradually understood the meaning of ideals. I have been vague about my ideal for many days.

Painter? Teacher? A writer? Or the president? I have been changing careers in my mind, but I can't figure out what I really want.

Bigger, still groping, but gradually ushered in light music.

When I was a child, I was sensitive to sound, maybe I just listened to it once or twice, and then I remembered the melody. When I was in primary school, I was recommended by the music teacher to join the choir and interviewed Jiaojiang Choir to get a quota; The singing contest won many awards. Happiness and satisfaction arise spontaneously, and I enjoy it in a happy world. Dreams, at that moment, came quietly and had an irreplaceable position in my heart. I told myself again and again-my ideal is a singer.

This seems to be an unrealistic and immature idea. I once doubted myself, felt inferior and wavered. I dare not show you my deepest thoughts. I am afraid of being laughed at by everyone, as if the singer's dream is out of place.

So I used other so-called "serious" jobs to cover up my real ideal. Whenever people ask, "Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up?" This sentence left me speechless. I have no professional training-because I dare not tell my parents my dreams. They just expect me to study hard and have a stable and good job when I grow up. I have hinted to my parents, and the result is nothing.

However, who can tell? Who knows what they can and can't do in the future? Without trying and chasing, how can you take it out of context? Successful people may never think that they can succeed and realize their ideals, but if they go forward bravely, the result will never be bad.

There is nothing to hide, the ideal is shining, and its light overflows the soul and illuminates the future and life. We naturally yearn for beautiful ideals, but there will be no pie in the sky. If we always don't act, dreams are just dreams after all. We should do something meaningful and pursue our ideals as much as possible so that the future will not be too pale. In the days of chasing dreams, every day will shine.