Youth, a book in a hurry, youth, a road that can't be turned back after leaving, youth, those years when the rain clears. Youth is so beautiful that no matter how you live it, you feel wasted.
The dark sky hangs over the head, making the stars look particularly mysterious. The brightest star must be our youth. On the journey, we occasionally get lost. Youth, a tangled time. We want to grow up quickly, escape from the bondage of our parents and fly freely in the outside world. But? How afraid we are of growth, the pressure of this society, and the responsibility of this society. We are afraid, afraid of the passage of youth, afraid of suddenly finding that youth is gone, afraid that we have not done what we should do, and everything is a thing of the past. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the rite of passage after the college entrance examination, and I'm afraid of separation after graduation. Whenever I hear people say that the years are ruthless and rush by, I feel sorry for them and feel very lucky for myself. Youth and I are good friends and can enjoy the days with her. In fact, youth is not just a good time, it is also a state of mind, "What is youth? Happy girls get 100. What is youth? Years can't steal simplicity. " Even if youth has said goodbye, at least everyone still has that heart that is not old.
Youth is like a crystal ball, transparent, clear and easily broken. It is sensitive and fragile. After the tears, in fact, nothing. If life is a road, then youth is a fatal turning point; If life is a beautiful movement, then youth is the crowning touch of the movement; If life is all kinds of weather, then youth is the most cloudy and unpredictable sky.
Youth, an age of indulgence. We are young and frivolous, we are children, and we are growing up. We have laughed, cried, been crazy, made trouble and played, and only when the words of youth are gradually blurred will we remember the best time.
Remember those years. The muddy and rickety figure with a single wheel trace finally disappeared behind the street lamp. The playground where we ran together was still ringing with laughter, but now it is empty. We once said that we would be good friends forever, but now we have parted ways. We used to be inseparable, but now all we have is our own shadow. I once pulled out my deskmate's chair and watched him laugh his head off. I used to knock on my friend's door, and then I held my nose and said, I'm here to collect water and electricity bills; I once sent a text message to my classmate and lied to him that I was another person. When we grow up, we will all have our own lives, only to find that everyone around us is slowly leaving. Is this our youth?
"The more you grow up, the more lonely you are, and the more you grow up, the more uneasy you are." "When I grow up, I forget happiness now." These two lyrics deeply touched me and struck the deepest strings in my heart. I'm not big, I'm only thirteen years old, and I haven't "grown up", which is the age when I can squander my youth, but I'm so lonely inside. It is said that every star is lonely and eager to be moved. Maybe we shouldn't think so far, so the mind of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss fluctuates greatly. Learn not to worry too much and really spend my colorful youth.
Youth, a book that you can't close when you open it. Write our best youth while we are still young!
Question 2: What is youth like in semi-propositional composition? Youth is like a song composed by a composer.
If youth is a song, it must be a song with a touch of sadness.
Youth is staring at the window in class, watching the gorgeous and lonely sunset fall, and the faint sadness is like falling with the flowers in the season when gardenias fall. Empty, this is the best interpretation.
If youth is a song, it must be a song with struggle and struggle.
Youth is still burning the midnight oil and studying hard; The cappuccino on the table is still full of fragrance. At this time, hard work is the best interpretation. composition
Youth is like a song, like water passing by, unforgettable melody, once heard, leaving a trace of regret.
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Youth is picturesque, colorful and full of sunshine; Youth is like poetry, with long meaning, looking up to the heart; Youth, like wine, thrives and revels under camellia.
The flawless waning moon hangs in the starry sky, melodious with the stars. Looking at the elegant red flag, although it is particularly dazzling against the blue sky, it suddenly becomes clear. The pool of spring water by the stream, with the wind, is so microwave sparkling, swaying by the stream and rippling in our youth.
Looking at a pool of spring water in the distance, it seems to flow eastward, remembering the charm of the ancient city and the past when leaving. In this youthful years, the stream is still flowing, just like a beautiful symphony, playing on the riverside and in the stream. Listening to this wonderful music is like walking in the clouds and enjoying the warmth-bathing in the sun.
Parting streams do not mean light. Too many colors, too many sketches, it is impossible to achieve the ultimate.
The display of beauty. On that river, the stream still flows, because it carries too much beauty, too much beauty, too many wishes and too many troubles. ...
Youth, this picture scroll, is like a piece of acacia rain, carrying this little sadness, floating on the ancient river. This charm and artistic conception are so beautiful that people have to watch it. A pool of spring water seems to flow eastward ...
The old city with classical charm is still changing, and it may get older and older; The girl who plays the flute is sitting on a stake, but the years are changing. Maybe she will get older and older. ...
Maybe one day the spring will stop flowing, or maybe it's just a guess.
I had a paintbrush in my hand, and just once or twice, I drew the painting Youth. ...
Question 3: "Youth is like a cup of tea". Who will have a long time to read if it is not youthful?
Youth is a cup of tea, which needs a lifetime to taste.
The first bite burned my heart and warmed my soul.
There seems to be a fatal temptation, like poison.
And we are eager to steal drugs to prove our growth.
So on this road of youth, we are eager.
The moth pounced on the burning blood ring torch regardless of the consequences.
No matter how bitter it is, it will go straight to the heart.
Stupid, we are experiencing betrayal and separation.
I finally understand that the road to youth is paved by the sorrow of predecessors.
Meeting a person who will grow old together and choosing a city to die is just the most beautiful luxury in that dream.
The beginning of the flower season doomed the arrival of the rainy season until the end.
Countless parallel lines are mischievously intertwined by God.
People who have nothing to do with each other are inexplicably connected at this moment.
And when you get used to this unexpected interleaving, you will return together like reincarnation.
This road is too far, it is difficult to dream, but you can't go back until you are drunk.
This dream is so real that it hurts the soul. The cock stopped as soon as it crowed.
Or innocent youth is just quicksand that flows away in half a night.
Who is looking for who is waiting?
On the road of youth, pedestrians who used to be familiar with it are gone at the moment.
Whose fate is it that you and I met?
The dream at dawn is the downfall of III.
The fragrance of tea curled up and blurred your figure in the distance.
Whose youth is affected by the sadness of eternal dependence?
A cup of tea contains dreams, and wine is better than wine.
Too many people get drunk after a glass of wine.
Let you leave my world and wander thousands of miles away
I want to weave this time with youth.
Holding this cup of tea, looking at the distant time that may never look back.
Until one day in the future, you inadvertently turn around.
If youth is destined to be a dream, waking up is empty.
Let me fall into a dream forever and never wake up.
If youth is bitter tea soaked in tears
I want to drink one and let it fill my intestines and lungs.
Even with tears in my eyes, I will stubbornly hold my head high.
I will try my best to tell you with a smile that youth is sweet with you.
Question 4: Youth is like a brush. Carefree childhood has long passed away, and the youth like flower season is coming to us with light steps.
Sitting alone by the window, staring at the sky, the petals of memory are scattered in my heart lake with the cool breeze. On such a comfortable night, I should have slept well, but I couldn't help thinking of my youth.
From now on, I am no longer the dawn in the fog, but the sun at dawn; From now on, my academic burden will become heavier and heavier, and I will have less and less time to play. Youth means growth, maturity and responsibility. I will step into the palace of youth and become an adult. Although youth is not as carefree as childhood, it has another mature beauty. Although not as happy and lovely as childhood, it has another gorgeous color.
Youth, like a beautiful girl, is slowly coming to us; Youth is like a white cloud, slowly drifting towards us; Youth, like a picture scroll, is slowly unfolded by us. Youth is like a symphony, playing a colorful life; Youth, like a script, plays a colorful life; Youth is like a poem, it depends on what language you use to write it; Youth is like a cup of strong coffee, depending on what kind of heart you use to taste it; Youth is like a string of wind chimes, depending on what kind of heart you listen to. ...
The butterfly of youth flies into the window, the penny of youth stirs ripples, and the bamboo flute of youth blows dreams. Youth, a good time to work hard, and gorgeous youth interpret the future that belongs only to me.
Youth, the term has gradually become familiar. Youth means growth, means maturity, means that we will leave the carefree life of childhood, and means that we will undertake heavier studies and heavier responsibilities.
Youth, like a kind and beautiful girl, came to us with brisk steps when she just visited. Youth is like a breeze, blowing gently and quietly; Youth, like a white and flawless cloud, slowly drifts towards me. She is a colorful cloud, dressing up our lives.
Although youth is not as carefree and innocent as childhood, it has another kind of mature and pure beauty. Youth, she will make my life more colorful!
Let's sing a song of youth!
Question 5: Youth is like a writing brush. The poet said that youth is a gorgeous flower, beautiful and bright; Youth is a beautiful and moving song, the musician said; Youth is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to draw beautiful pictures, the painter said; And I said, youth is a coffee table, which is full of "tragedies" of all sizes.
I have been a child who loves to commit "two" since I was a child. I learned to walk first, and then I learned to climb with my mouth pouted. Call mom and dad, call mom and dad; Never know what onion is and what garlic is; I was stupid enough to be scolded for being smarter than a pig.
At that time, I lived in Zhanjiang, and the best secret of the leap was Sijia Chen.
It was Sunday, the sun was warm and the years were quiet. I had a good time playing chess with Duke Zhou in my dream. Suddenly, my quilt was yanked. Then, there was a lion roar: "lazy pig, get up quickly, the sun is out, you are still sleeping!" " . For a moment, I only felt the dust flapping on the ceiling. Sitting up slowly, yawning, "Your roar of lions has improved a lot ..." Before I finished, she threw a suit and a travel bag at me. "Come on, let's go to No.1 Middle School. If you slow down, I'll break your bones as earrings. " A series of classic threats.
No.1 Middle School, which is the best high school in Zhanjiang. As soon as he got on the bus, Sijia Chen's eyes were like X-rays, looking for handsome guys everywhere. I made fun of "anthomaniac", and then, inevitably, she was beaten. Two hours later, we walked around the street and found the legendary one.
No.1 middle school really deserves its reputation. It's very big and spectacular. We were dumbfounded by that playground alone. The two of us jumped up and down in no.1 middle school like grandma Liu entered the grand view garden. I said, "Even if I can't get into No.1 Middle School in my life, I have been to No.1 Middle School, which is enough." Sijia Chen said: "Even if I can't hook a handsome boy from No.1 Middle School in my life, I have seen a handsome boy from No.1 Middle School, which is enough." This guy dragged me here to see a handsome guy!
The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and we are a little out of breath. Suddenly, a quiet path appeared in front of us. The big trees on both sides are like green umbrellas, and the mottled light and shadow among the leaves meander all the way. We flew past like fish see water, so that we ignored something. We sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool. A man and a boy came down from the opposite building. He looked at us like a Martian for a long time. We looked at each other. Is there anything on our faces? Just then, there was a loud bang, and Chen Jiasi's lion roared even harder than his Jane. "Those two girls, how can they break into the boys' dormitory?" "Boys' dormitory?" We both shouted out at the same time, and before I came to my senses, she had dragged me away. We were almost paralyzed after strolling out of the gate of the boys' dormitory. We looked up and saw the four characters "Boys' Dormitory" shining in the sun. We looked at each other, and then burst out laughing, and the horrible laughter echoed in the campus of No.1 Middle School.
Laughed, cried and grew up; Ignorant and noisy, life is beautiful because of youth.