Excellent composition of youthful colors 1 red enthusiasm, pure white, elegant gray and mysterious purple ... * * * together form a colorful world. I believe that there is always a color that belongs to me.
When I was a child, I liked pink very much. It was a warm feeling, just like a pure and immature girl wearing a pink veil and coming with a smile. Then I grew up, and I changed. I am no longer addicted to pink romance. So I searched several times and found the color that really belongs to me.
It is a kind of blue where the sky and the sea naturally meet, a fresh wind blowing on the face, a dream of unremitting pursuit, and a feeling that does not dye the world. It is not like a pink dream, dark as black, nor like golden luxury, but every time I see it, it will re-inject my strength into every drop of my blood. It made me understand my dream. On the road of pursuing my dream, I will bravely stick to it and have a youthful vitality like blue, then one day I will find my own blue sky.
I believe the power of blue is great. It is like a clear spring without a trace of pollution, watering the seedlings of our dreams and washing our hearts. It is a gift from nature, which makes our life shine blue. I am glad that there is a color of creating hope in my life, which is the beauty and hope I have. In this way, the youth we create with blue dreams will not be monotonous and gloomy.
On the scroll of youth, I paint my own sky in blue.
Youth is a colorful picture, depicting a wonderful life; Youth is a harp, playing a cheerful movement; Youth is the banner of weaving ideals, leading us to towards the distant.
blue
Youth is blue, the color of the sky. In youth, we are optimistic and positive, hoping to fly freely in the sky like birds. With infinite reverie and expectation.
"I want to be a writer and write a beautiful article", "I want to be a singer and sing a touching song", "I want to be a dancer and jump out of my heart with beautiful dancing." This is our heart. Youth flies to the blue sky on ideal wings!
green
Youth is green, which is the color of spring. We are young and lively, full of energy, like grass in spring, and we try our best to break through the ground.
Although I have done my homework all day, as long as I talk about snacks and TV plays, my eyes immediately sparkle and all my fatigue goes up in smoke. Youth is like a group of jumping elves, full of vitality!
grey
Youth is also gray, the color of dark clouds. When we were young, we were full of troubles and pressures.
Parents keep chanting every day: "How did the exam go? How much is the test fee? I won't say anything when the results come out. I did well in the exam. I told myself that I have to face all kinds of pressures every day, such as homework, grades and parents. ...
In addition, it walks into the classroom with its unique "panda eye" every morning, which has at least one advantage: it proves that it is the trace left after last night's struggle. Keep telling yourself in class: never fall asleep, never fall asleep. We were sometimes listless when we were young.
Youth is sunny and cloudy; Only by constantly striving can we live up to our youth. I would like to draw a colorful page on the album of youth.
Some people say that life is a colorful picture. Then I think the brightest color is youth.
Youth is green, green as spring. That green new one is good! It seems to be a little green extruded from goose yellow, which is saturated with vitality.
Our youth, like the tender grass sneaked out in April, looks at everything in the world with curious eyes. It keeps growing and showing itself to the world.
Youth is red, just like summer. Red is so fierce, like a fire in a hot summer day, so lively, powerful and warm.
Our youth is like the sunshine in July overhead. In the morning, it glowed early, but at night, it looked at the earth with reluctant eyes and left step by step.
Youth is golden, the same color as autumn. Gold is shining! Just like an orange in Huang Cancan hanging on a tree, all the sparks and brilliance are in it.
Our youth, like the rice bowed its head in October, nodded to the wind with a successful smile, as if telling its past.
Youth is white, the same color as winter. That kind of white is pure in people's hearts! It seems like snowflakes flying all over the sky, one piece at a time, small, as white and pure as youth.
Our youth is like a snow carpet in January. It is made up of small snowflakes, but you can't see the end. Look up and smile at the bamboo in the snow.
Our youth is composed of four seasons. The poem says: "I advise you not to cherish the golden robe, but to cherish your youth." How can we not cherish the youth of these four seasons?