The poetic composition of youth 1 is frequently handed in all the year round. Although it has been cold winter, frost and snow for thousands of years, what remains for me is still warm spring. ...
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The wind is sunny, the clouds are light and the wind is light. The rape blossoms in front of the school are blooming brightly. The sunshine is like gold, shining on the earth, and the rape blossoms are also brand-new.
The noisy crowd rushed to the front of the school and embraced the rape field and two big trees in front of the school. Spring is warm, like a kind old mother.
"The blowing surface is not cold, and the wind is friendly and gentle. Zhu Ziqing can't help but admire it." Like a mother's hand touching you. With this breeze, the willows flew, the still water wrinkled, and the children were intoxicated in this warm spring.
"Spring flowers and autumn moon", spring flowers seem to be in full bloom proudly. For example, rape flowers, green stems and green leaves seem to be specially customized to set off the flower's Huang Cancan face. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers.
I vaguely remember that spring, flowers, wind and sunshine, still welcoming the spring and sending it off. That sunshine, that man, is gone.
Wandering in the rape field, bend a twig at will, get close to it and smell it. You and I smile at each other. In this small world, who can restrain our freedom? A smile, a frown and a worry are all beautiful memories in our hearts.
Butterflies dance, flowers smile, * * * boat, paddle through the fog and confusion, play, laugh, make noise and be full of laughter. Spring is warmer, too.
Some people say that time is a meat cleaver. Yes, it cut off something and kept it the next year; It cut off other things, but it didn't heal for thousands of years.
Perhaps it was that separation that made us gradually forget each other and cast a layer of fog. Spring is like winter.
That year, it was so cold.
I hold your hand, and so do you. In the beautiful spring, the willows are singing and dancing, which is infinitely beautiful. We were silent with tears in our eyes, lest tears spoil the scenery. Silence, silence. You gently waved goodbye to me and left.
Don't be apart for a year or two, but goodbye is full of tears. Things have changed, and the scenery is no longer there.
It was warm that spring.
You invited me to wait under the willow tree. Catkin in succession, like a goddess scattering flowers, and like snowflakes falling due to the wind. Or the willow, the rape, the wind, but not for those people. Inexplicable desolation. But your smile, as if in bud, is familiar, sweet and warm. The spring breeze comes from my face and adds a little warmth to my net.
Enjoy your youth, enjoy the wind, flowers, willows, time and people ...
Every time I recall the past, a little wind and rain emerge one by one. Emotions, joys and sorrows, all kinds of life come to mind. The only thing I haven't forgotten is my down-to-earth personality.
I have been addicted to the love and praise of my parents and relatives since I was a child. I am as naive as a frog in a well. I feel invincible in the world, I am impetuous, I am rough, and I am above. When I was at school, I was still on cloud nine: I refused to listen patiently and practically in class, didn't listen to instructions, went home and sat in front of the TV watching day and night, and my homework was sloppy. Teachers and parents have talked to me many times. I don't know how to keep my feet on the ground. How can I take advice? Still free, unrestrained, unrestrained, wasting time in complacency.
When I entered middle school, the problems were exposed: I was not serious in class and I was dumbfounded in the face of homework. We should bury our heads in research and refuse to be down to earth, but we are half-hearted, half-hearted, inefficient and ignorant. We want to achieve something in our studies, but we are impetuous and eager to achieve success. Between one and two, the study became more and more deserted. Finally, the failure in the examination room gave me a blow.
Wearing the pain of failure and decadent body, I went home. As soon as I entered the door, the fishy smell aroused my desire. Put down your schoolbag and rush into the kitchen. "Mom, is this fish soup?" "What's the hurry?" Mother's voice came from the hot air on the stove. "But I can't wait." I'm impatient and complain again and again. "When can you change this problem? If my stew is as impetuous and dishonest as you are, you can only drink a pot of boiled water with seasoning! " Then I closed the kitchen door, perhaps too hard, and I was shocked in front of it.
When I came back to my room, I thought about it carefully, and there were waves in my heart: it takes practicality and patience to make soup. Boiled soup; No, just boiled water. The same is true of life and study. If you are as self-righteous and idle away your youth as in the past, you can only regret it for a lifetime. Really enrich the beautiful youth, must be down-to-earth! I finally understand the painstaking efforts of my parents and teachers in the past. Looking into the kitchen, the fish soup is still simmering, relaxed and step by step. Watching my mother set off fireworks on the stove, I murmured: thank you, mom!
After that, there was another "ronin" who was addicted to TV in the dim light at night, and another diligent student. I decided to change my face and study hard. Finally, the victory of the entrance exam proved that I was down-to-earth and I succeeded!
Many people think that successful people should have some unusual experiences, but I don't think so. Their advantage over ordinary people lies in their willingness to work hard and down-to-earth. So they can find one opportunity after another that ordinary people can't find, and weave their own success in a series. In my youth, I will keep down-to-earth spirit and reach the other side of success in gorgeous youth!
Some people say that nothing is immortal, only youth is immortal.
It is also said that young people do not believe that they will grow old one day. This feeling is actually naive. We deluded ourselves that it would last as long as nature.
Yes, youth is the time to create miracles. Youth, we should believe that anything is possible. In youth, we can't be afraid of making mistakes, because youth is tolerant, it can tolerate your mistakes, it can give you a reason and a goal of confrontation. There is a good saying: "I am grateful that I made a mistake when I was young, so I have succeeded now." I have never made the same mistake in my future work, life and love. " Because the mistakes made when I was young can be remembered and reflected, which makes people feel that everything is worthwhile.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was recruited by a famous gallery to focus on training with the first place in his major. However, with passion, he came to the director's office with his diploma and firmly said, "I want to be the host." The director praised and said, "Good! Have ambition. " Since then, he has worked hard for this dream for more than ten years. At first, I was a handyman for TV stations, buying vegetables and taking out garbage, and later I became a producer and director. Until one day, the director found him with a famous program and handed him a piece of paper with the words "Chief Moderator", at that moment. Only then did he know that it took more than ten years of hard work to catch his breath when he was young. However, he made another mistake and started writing books again. There is a saying in the book: people who don't make mistakes don't deserve success.
Yes! Youth gives us immortal faith, and youth gives us the goal of never giving up. Some people let him struggle to the old age because of the lofty sentiments of youth. Some people make mistakes because they are young, which makes them forget their life. Let him savor his past after tea.
People who don't sweat in their youth don't deserve to be the protagonist. People who are not crazy in youth are not worthy of admiration. Liu Tong, a famous program producer, wrote in "Ode to Youth": He bought today's achievements with madness beyond his peers. He dares to express his ideas, to question authoritative conclusions, to persist in confrontation, and to let himself go. When he was young, he knew how to express himself. He wants the right to speak and his own home court. So, today you can raise your fist and shout "My youth is my master".
Youth gives us too many opportunities. Let's catch it and water it with sweat. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Youth has given us too much. Let's sing in youth.