The help of the composition master. How to write the following question?

First, highlight the tight encirclement

Friend, why do you always lock your bright forehead? There should be no sadness in a youthful life, don't forget to highlight the rainbow after the encirclement ~!

Don't say you don't want to be a torrent. Look at its cheerful footsteps and listen to the poem it sings: Hee hee-I use my youth to fight against the boulder, and the cracks in the boulder leave my cheerful voice. The stream trickles into the distance, marching towards the rhythm of the soul with cheerful steps.

Don't say you don't want to be a canoe that breaks the waves. You say you are afraid of the wind and it will blow away the mini-route. You said you were afraid of the rain, afraid that it would wet your boat; You said you were afraid of the sun, afraid that his exposure would make your color no longer bright. But my friend, why do you always wear blue glasses to see the sun? Turn a road and turn a corner, and you will see a different light-the wind, swell your sails and sail away faster; Rain moistens your dry throat and brings you coolness; Light, restore your clean cabin and let you continue your strong sailing.

Don't say you don't want to be that self-restrained pupa, brewing the wine of life in an isolated shell. No sunshine, no fear, as long as you firmly believe that there is a rainbow. No communication? I'm not afraid. Didn't you say that loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment? One day, you will break free from the bondage of blue, give birth to brilliant golden wings and welcome freedom.

Don't say you don't want to be a brilliant meteor, you say you can't stand the pain when it burns? Don't you see the shining gold, coming out of the cage of fire, still shining? Didn't you see that soft sponge, soaked in water, became so full and heavy? There are no tender bamboo shoots under the boulder. How can we break through the pressure of boulders and hold our heads high?

Shopping, stretching the forehead of youth, waving at sadness, leaving all the confusion and troubles behind, telling myself-

Experienced a turbid fog-

I'm awake.

Break through the confused net

I was liberated.

Break free from the cocoon of bondage

I can fly.

Pat the dust on your body, shake off the wings of youth, bring happiness and highlight the tight encirclement! !