Youth, there is only one real youth in life. We are full of energy, we are brave, we are full of energy, we are beautiful and simple, we are happy, we are sad, we laugh, we cry, and the colorful world makes youth paint gorgeous colors and piece together the notes of life. However, in the face of the aging face, the long river flowing through the years seems to have swallowed up our most beautiful, so we began to recall and learn to regret and satisfy. We long for eternal dreams, and we cherish this final compromise. When people go to the green hills, we will always grow old day by day. Perhaps, we began to pursue a young heart.
Romantic season, like flowers, one by one, around lingering. At both ends of the road, there are hearts that we cherish each other, hearts that we leave, years that we walked hand in hand, and tears that we parted, dripping in our hearts. Youth is unique and beautiful.
In the bleak world, there will always be some mottled shadows, showing the sad appearance before sunset. I have seriously enjoyed the beauty of "seeing the sun, although it is brilliant", but I have also seriously felt the pallor of "being buried by the coming night". Youth is sad. On the initial white paper, there will always be several profound lines, those parallel intersecting straight lines and those intertwined curves.
At sunset, I will still look up at the horizon and see the horizon where the sea meets the sky. It's like the intersection of two worlds. When we finish this journey, we will cross the finish line with peace of mind and move towards the next starting point. We are eager to stay here and bathe in the beautiful light. We have too much disappointment, which stems from some beauty and mixed with some regrets.
We write some poems about post-youth, and we interpret some of our own lives and some of our own unique destiny. We are used to hiding our youth in the camera and fixing it in our memories. We often open those yellowed photos, those unsent letters, and then look at those vaguely naive smiling faces. We are full of thoughts and emotions, such as the tide. On the sparkling water, there are layers of ripples, the breeze rises, and the boat is gently rippling. We sail to the past with the past and the present. Time is always gone, but the heart is always there.
Youth is a lingering song, a sad lingering song. We constantly strive for time, but we are always caught up by time in the pursuit of time. We yearn for this kind of lingering, but it is very likely to be fleeting in profligacy. One day, when youth slips away quietly, we will find that what we used to do is what we lost.
Youth is a love, a passionate love, we linger, but we have to think about it in our memories, as if flowers and leaves are dying, in a hurry and long. Once upon a time, we were waiting for those romantic and beautiful pictures. Once upon a time, we were expecting those fantastic and disillusioned words. Once upon a time, we were shouting the blood of youth. Once upon a time, we were sorry for those who spent like water.
"Look at the sky full of flowers. Who has pity when the fragrance dies? " Youth is fragile and full of gratitude. An ending without an ending is a heart that misses the upward trend. We feel the simplicity and tranquility of nature, even if youth is left in the endless winter.
Youth Prose Recitation II
Melt the life of youth
The dream of youth, like a bud in early spring, is poetic and elegant, like a beautiful cloud floating in my heart, ordinary and far away. The wheel of youth has been running for more than ten years, watching the flowers bloom and fall on the other side. Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer lotus and winter plum have their own fragrance. On the rings of the years, we bloom here like flowers! However, the youth of absolute beauty will always decline one day, and talented youth can't stay. Only the time that passes quietly in your hand can be grasped.
From the flower season to the rainy season, such as youth to youth, life grows little by little and is a little tenacious. Once, we lost our innocent childhood in the laughter of childhood; Now, in the busy four seasons, we have embarked on the journey of youth. In the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we are living such a beautiful season. Although I have gone through many vicissitudes, I have been baptized again and again in the rising sun, regardless of sadness or joy, just to shape myself more perfectly. Perhaps one day in the future, when they have completed their lifelong practice, their youth has gone and the years have passed, but they still have the courage to say that they have never lost themselves in the world of mortals and never coveted the prosperity of the world, but they have bravely pursued their youth footsteps and dreams in that short time. In the melting pot of youth, I created a gorgeous self and successfully melted my unique sword.
I believe that only the blood drops of will and the nectar of hard work will last in Mika for a long time, and only the rainbow woven by eternal hope and eternal yearning will be brilliant; Only the iron wall built with eternal persistence and tenacious toughness will be extremely strong ... I don't want to always regret my past choices. I want to convey the warmth like sunshine, fall in the dark and smile bitterly, but I will never forget to catch up with my youth. Because I know that youth won't be there waiting for me to waste my time. Looking at my decadence and cowardice, she will just keep running and running! Then I will fall into this melting pot, and finally I will be involved in this dark whirlpool. I don't want to, and I don't want to, so I have to chase hard and watch the scenery along the way with her, instead of falling quietly and wandering in the confusing net.
The color of rainbow comes from the rendering of wind and rain, and the agility of dew comes from the brewing of night. Tagore said: "Only bloody fingers can pop out of the world, and only after experiencing the suffering of hell can you have the power to shape heaven." Similarly, only those who grasp youth and dream of youth can melt their lives in youth.
Youth prose recitation 3
Through the youth of flower season
The last rainbow engraved the memories of our youth, and the next rainbow precipitated our friendship and our wandering years.
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We in those years, we in the flower season.
In those years, we cried, we laughed, we were crazy, we argued, we thought, we read; In those years, we were wild and unruly. Remember, we used to be so cute, so willful and so simple. Just like the sunflower facing east, it exudes a unique atmosphere; In those years, we sold fools and pretended to be crazy and acted as heroes. We are as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and we dare not have any stains.
We are now, we are in the rainy season.
Now we can't cry but laugh, and no one wants to be weak; We can't be crazy and noisy, we only have one way; We can't be willful, only reason can succeed.
We in those years, we in the flower season.
In those years, we liked holding hands and humming songs on the way to school; We like to be together, talking and laughing in the corridor; We like to care about each other. When we are sick, a message and a greeting are the best medicine. We like to share each other's little secrets and become intimate friends who talk about everything.
We are now, we are in the rainy season.
Now we unconsciously like loneliness; We unconsciously fell in love with the faint silence; We unconsciously like to recall the past alone; We unconsciously like to work alone. Does this mean that we are older and more mature?
The flower season has quietly flown away, leaving full memories. The rainy season came quietly, bringing a brand-new self. Walking through the flower season does not mean walking out of youth, and walking into the rainy season does not mean walking into maturity. We had dreams in the flower season and in the rainy season, but now our dreams are closer to reality.
I prefer the flower season to the rainy season, which is more representative of youth. I like myself who dares to love and hate. I can get the whole world with love, or I can lose the whole world with hate. The past is gone forever, and what has been experienced has lived our lives. Since we have started a new stage, we should forget the past, don't be afraid of the future, and strive for new youth!
That year, we were in the flower season and carefree; We are reckless and ignorant. What we think most about is how to play. We often play until we are exhausted and laugh until tears fall. At that time, we didn't know we were tired, let alone tired. We went to bed very late and got up energetic the next day. At that time, we were ignorant, did not understand love, and did not dare to love. We thought "I love you" was a spell that could only be said once in a lifetime, and everyone could only say it once.
Ink dyed rice paper, lightly smeared with clouds, who stopped the time? Who wrote poems lightly, talked in dreams and got their hands on the fleeting time? In the blink of an eye, I turned back to the year of waiting, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Dreams are broken, feelings are broken, and memories are scattered. Who is a pity?