Youth is the rising sun, and the magnificent light reflects our bright faces; Youth is a sweet music, and the jumping notes capture our young hearts.
Youth is the most beautiful scenery and the most vivid memory of life. It is like a gorgeous painting, dazzling; Like a meteor in the sky. It flashed by. Short and beautiful youth marks growth and future, and records applause and smiles.
"An inch of time is an inch of gold, and a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time." Time flows away from me like running water. & lt/SPAN>。 & lt/SPAN>。 My memory of being eighteen is clear and vague. I remember that year, I was a sophomore, the only key middle school in the county. Running between school and home every day, from home to school, immersed in piles of books, insisting on a youthful dream. At that time, there were always endless homework except classes every day. At that time, our favorite was physical education class. When we arrived in physical education class, the whole football field was dusty, as if crowds of people were coming. Although there are at least a dozen or twenty footballs on a football field, we still have a good time. I have you and you have me. Back in the classroom, the whole classroom is filled with thick sweat, and we call it "manly". In this way, we spent an unforgettable youth amid the complaints of the girls in the same class. When I first entered high school, I was obsessed with the illusory world of novels for a while. In my dream, I feel like a swordsman walking in rivers and lakes, just like Mr. Yu said, "A light roar is half the Tang Dynasty", free and easy but not frivolous, chic but not dissolute. Sometimes I fantasize that I have a "Rong Er" as beautiful, gentle and considerate as Mr. Jin Yong's "jing elder brother". However, reality is always more cruel than ideal. I didn't get what I wanted until I graduated from high school. After all, there are too few resources available for development in the class, and I am not the kind of person who is good at communication and can be famous both on and off campus. Besides, considering my studies and dreams, I finally thought about giving up. High school life in key middle schools is full of pressure, and sometimes it even makes people breathless. In order to relax myself, sometimes I go to the orchard at home to help my mother with farm work after school in the afternoon. Weeding, loosening the soil, carrying water and sometimes dung, I broke out in a sweat, but I felt much more relaxed. What I like best is that whenever the oranges in the orchard are ripe, I pick a few and try them. This taste is sweeter than that bought on the street. As the sun sets, I sit on the ridge, taste oranges and taste the taste of life. I finally understand that "no pains, no gains". My 18-year-old, the time when there was no passion burning, was plain and real, but it was enough for me to ponder for a lifetime. I hope everyone will always remember one sentence, which will influence your life and future. "Sweat for harvest and study hard for knowledge."