Shakespeare once said: Youth is a short dream. When you wake up, it has disappeared without a trace. I don't know whether the dramatist's lament is recalling his ignorant years or persuading teenagers not to live up to time. Nature is helpless, and the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to disappear. Youth, the dew hanging on the green leaves in early spring and the fine petals gently raised by the wind, often inadvertently become yesterday's dust.
Youth is hard to stay. Who can stop the pace of time? When the days pass like the wind, fine wrinkles fill the corners of the eyes, and the steps go from shallow to deep, we look back at youth. What kind of scenery is that?
Oh, yes, I see myself in a team like the sun. It was a life-and-death battle against SARS, a desperate struggle to clear the snow, and the great love of young volunteers. We have devoted ourselves to the great army of railway modernization, with strong arms, slightly immature but firm eyes, youthful faces and shining league flags.
If my youth has not been wasted, it is that I benefited from Yu Yongsheng's unforgettable experience. The Youth League Committee, which was once frivolous, was like a school. It combed my thoughts, corrected my conduct, cultivated my interest and honed my ability, which gave me another chance for further study. It is also a platform. Every individual and group has the opportunity to show their talents, and the opportunity is in their own hands. Young people have not failed. With our careful support, a number of youth civilization came into being, and a number of safety demonstration posts rose from the ground. Watching the group grow in our hands, the inner joy has already diluted the fatigue, and the youth has become full and meaningful surrounded by flowers and applause.
Getting together is like a blazing fire, which brings you warmth; If you want to leave, just like the stars in the sky. Be a guide. When the glory of youth is released like fireworks, it is imminent to change jobs, and the iron camp is flowing with water-this sentence also applies to my regiment. The new position is waiting for me, and it's time to say goodbye to it. Gently touch the bright as new group emblem and sing the group song again, so that the sunshine in May will bloom in my heart forever.
With the history of being a soldier in my life, I will never regret it. As a soldier of the regiment, the style and accomplishment of the regiment have always influenced me. It is like a reservoir, quietly accumulating strength, and emitting unimaginable energy whenever necessary. As it turns out, I can do well in other fields as well. Only in the dead of night will I think of my regiment and my brothers and sisters who fought together. Are they okay?
Cui is a student of our Communist Youth League training class, an authentic Sichuan girl. The wonderful articles made in class and the skirts flying after class make us northeast men sigh. Because they both belong to "literary youth", they occasionally come into contact in private. During the Wenchuan earthquake, I called to ask about the situation at the first time, but I couldn't get through at first, so I was worried. Then I found her, and her once sweet voice became speechless. It turned out that she was organizing young volunteers to send medicine to the disaster area and had not slept well for several days. Speaking of the earthquake, this petite and weak woman accidentally bumped into the floor: she was still shaking two days ago. It doesn't matter. She's already scared.
In-depth interviews at the grass-roots level, I met Han, a group cadre who had already jumped ship for a long time in the same period. It's right in front of me, but I haven't had a chance to elaborate. As the ticket director of the station, it was in Spring Festival travel rush at that time, and the man didn't even have time to sit down and catch his breath. The phone rang one after another and kept saying sorry to me. As a railway man, I certainly understand his hard work. Seeing his thin shoulders and thinner face, I was sad for a while. I held Han's hand tightly when we parted. A phrase "take care of your brother" may be worth a thousand words. Soon, the top ten outstanding young people were selected by the general evaluation, and Han impressively ranked among them, which made me feel gratified.
This is our unrepeatable youth, our amiable and respectable member. When the party about youth is over, more people disappear, but wherever we go, as long as there is the spirit of the group, there will be group actions, and finally the colorful music of the group will be played. From Beijing-Tianjin intercity to Wuhan-Guangzhou high-speed railway, from speeding up to competing with the wind, listen, isn't the roar of the Harmony bagpipes blowing gently? In the dreamy time and space of China Railway, the young smile is so confident and shines with pride.
We gave our youth to the Communist Youth League, which gave us wisdom and strength. As long as you are young, there will always be blood in the blood vessels of the regiment. "Patriotism, progress, democracy and science", the spirit of the May 4th Movement inherits the responsibility of young people "having ideals, morality, education and discipline", and the team of the Youth League is full of light and hope. You see, the red flag is undoubtedly the most beautiful color in life. Like a burning torch, it illuminates the bright future of aspiring young people and burns the ultimate dream of railway takeoff. ...