Part 1: Composition of Youth
Youth shines with its brilliance even in pain. This sentence comes from the famous writer Hugo. In the years of youth and ignorance, countless literati and poets applauded it, and some also lamented it. Even our country's patriotic poet Qu Yuan once said that a hundred gold can buy a horse, a thousand gold can buy a beauty, and ten thousand gold can buy a noble noble, but where can you buy youth? Yes, youth is hard to buy. Only by carving it with heart and watering it with blood can you get a different kind of youth.
The dust of history is rolled up at the corners of the curtains, and the sunlight shines through the gauze curtains to the Russian October Revolution. Paul, written by Ostrovsky, is a worker's son full of ideals who devotes his whole body to the great revolutionary cause. He used his youthful passion and youthful blood to fight for human liberation, igniting subsequent batches of patriotic and aspiring young people. They used their iron will, the quality of tenacious struggle, and the spirit of dedication to their ideals in exchange for a different kind of youth that belongs to them.
History is quietly rolling its wheels. We throw our heads and blood on the battlefield because we no longer need it, so where should the blood of our youth be spilled? Where can we get our special youth?
16-year-old Ye Shiwen won two championships at the 20XX London Olympics and broke world records and Olympic records. Amaze the world. This young post-95 generation has won admiration from the world with her unique charm. Her youth is shining brightly in the swimming pool. Her unremitting pursuit of the dream she has been chasing since she was a child, and her daily persistence and hard work have finally given her a different kind of youth. The youth carved with the soul also shines with dazzling light on the stage that belongs to her.
This is youth! Use your blood and soul to water and carve the youth! Only then will you have a different kind of youth of your own. Like a blazing fire, it boils your heart again and again, allowing you to use this fire to melt the darkness ahead and light up your own stage.
The talented young musician Mozart once said that many people pay the price of success with the happiness of youth. The great proletarian revolutionary Mr. Lin Boqu once said that a young man with great ambition can tame the sea, and a youthful spirit can travel thousands of mountains. But Shakespeare also said that time will pierce the gorgeous delicacy of youth. Indeed, youth is a beautiful dream, but one day it will eventually wake up; youth is a blooming flower, but one day it will eventually wither. Only by cherishing youth can we pursue a different kind of youth.
Then, let’s fight! Go crazy! In the most beautiful years! Use blood! Use your heart! Water and carve out a different kind of youth that belongs to us without regrets! Chapter 2: Composition of Youth
The years of ignorance have quietly passed away, and innocence has been fixed in the past. Our youth is as gorgeous as neon lights, but we cannot escape the loneliness behind the prosperity. From knowing what is From that moment on, we embark on the unknown road called youth.
There is no expected surprise, no crystal slipper that can turn Cinderella into a princess in fairy tales, and no stage that can receive countless flowers and applause. We are as ordinary as ever. All we have is a heart as passionate as fire. It’s not that I don’t want to live freely and freely, it’s not that I don’t want to be rebellious and laissez-faire, it’s not that I don’t want to pursue wildly regardless of everything, it’s just that at the moment when dreams and reality collide, I see the gap between them, and I understand that I have not yet achieved the path to freedom. Pass, so I chose reality. After all, I prefer the warmth of reality. And that gorgeous dream will never wither, and will always be treasured in our memories. It is a dream of free and easy youth.
We sing about our youth. In fact, youth is like a song, with ups and downs, sad or happy, hazy, but endless aftertaste. Each of us is interpreting this song very carefully and composing our own light youth.
In these scorching years of sixteen, we enjoy happiness, sorrow, joy, and loneliness alone. A little laughter, a little sadness, this is youth. Here, we have left the moments when we smiled and recorded the moments when we shed tears. These are enough. There is no need to deliberately dress up. This is the most real us. We must hold youth in our own hands and create a life without regrets. youth.
In this melody of youth, we are the protagonists. The past rebellion and madness, the past bitterness and tears, the past touches and dreams have all passed away with the wind, leaving behind something worth cherishing for a lifetime. memories. We are all the creators of dreams. We enter youth with dreams, spend youth with emotion, and step out of youth with hope and move toward the future.
In the years of youth, we flaunt our personalities and express our thoughts; in the years of youth, we cry and laugh wantonly, with our own innocence; in the years of youth, we Left with eternal memories. Everyone has their own sixteenth year. Although the content is different, the meaning is the same: a time of innocence that can be sung and cried. We sing about youth, about life, about the imperfect but colorful years.
My youth is my decision. In this colorful world, we sing the flying youth that belongs to us with the song of our souls. Chapter 3: Composition of Youth
Parting is a little difficult, but not sad; a little regretful, but not pessimistic.
Because the hope of meeting again comforts us. Youth is about to pass away, and the primary school years are about to end. The tears of separation add new waves to the long river of memory; the blessings of separation are the prelude to reunion again. It’s the arms that say goodbye, but the closer one is the heart. Do you understand?
Hands, tap the keyboard to dance with the words. In front of the computer, my eyes were getting blurry and my sleep was getting hazy. Thinking about the years we had spent together, I felt really reluctant to leave. We meet and say goodbye, and we sail away from the shore. Do you think this is the end of the joy of the past? Or is it the beginning of future happiness?
Now that we are about to graduate, we have long been accustomed to the monotonous life of two points and one line. However, time flies by like water and disappears without a trace before we have time to savor it. We all know that there is no rehearsal in youth, not to mention that our youth still has infinite beauty and infinite joy. When youth is going on, we listen to the sweet songs it plays. I remember:
That day, I accompanied Yi to look up at the starry sky under the quiet moonlight. When the meteors streaked across the quiet sky, Yi asked me: Tell me, whose tears were shed by the meteors? I told her: Shooting stars are beautiful because they are short-lived, and youth is energetic because of youth. Similarly, their beauty is eternal, so I said that shooting stars are the tears of youth! Forehead? Yi's eyes widened. Don't they all say that youth is full of vigor and vitality and irreplaceable? Besides, youth is unscrupulous, full of passion, and has no peace. How can you say that? I looked at her and smiled, because I understood that youth is a journey that can never be returned, a meeting that can never be forgotten, and a pain that can never be returned in time. Youth is about to end, and I also realize that reality is far more cruel and ruthless than the movie, it has more disappointment and even despair, and it has a darker color. The beliefs and dreams you once had may be shattered. But I hope to keep a tender place in my heart, so that I can face cruelty with warmth.
I stood silently in the dark night, just to let the stars fly. The madness of my youth at that time was the memory book of my youth.
The youthful and frivolous past is like a trace on the pillow, where I have cried, laughed and been moved