To youth.
To our youth that will eventually die, born of dreams, and brave to challenge sentimentality and setbacks.
Youth doesn't need to be infected by sadness overflowing from Uncle Tom's cabin. Yes, at most, I am as sad about the moon as Victor. Often, I look out of the window and think: Who is shining for the suffocating blue sky? Whose heart will the hasty and enthusiastic summer rain jump into? In the future world, whether even my background is crowded ... wipe away tears with your fingertips, and tears bloom at your fingertips, wetting this soft shell, leaving only tears to commemorate the slow passage of youth ... Perhaps, only courage can become my wings, taking me away from this young and ignorant sadness and pursuing hurried youth!
What's so hard about being brave? Courage is an easy-to-grow temperament, one is stubborn and the other is selfless, that's all. Face it bravely, as if there is no doubt; Go forward bravely, as if you had never been sad!
Youth cannot be as wonderful as Alice in Wonderland.
Frustration and youth always meet unexpectedly. My friend lost his father because he accidentally slipped, a silent collision and a cold bathtub hurt his internal organs. In my opinion, this is a way to die. Hearing this news, I only remember the eagerness of her father and daughter: from school, I will pick up and drop off every day; The schoolbag is reluctant to let her carry it; Bicycles are also not allowed to ride; Even go out to buy breakfast and escort the whole process. Suddenly, I remembered my friend's tears and heartbreak after losing his father.
Brave hearts need to be washed by storms and blown by strong winds. Brave heart is often not exposed, it is like pebbles on the forest path, and its appearance is usually only yellow leaves that are gaunt and emaciated. When I was in storm warning, the only thing that really stood out was the tough side. When the storm comes, only it will thank the suffering and the strong wind for blowing away a cowardly burden for it; Thanks to the rainstorm, it woke up from the quiet! I still miss my friends. She must be a pebble that experienced the first storm. She will find her own strength and courage, and then put tears in her eyes to witness her tempering and growth, immersed in one grievance after another for her! So, when difficulties knock on the door of youth, bravely reach out and invite the doorknob to dance-open the door and face the difficulties bravely!
Our lost youth, a thousand-faced girl with infinite fantasies, give her courage! Let the knife step on the vast Sahara with yellow sand, and the gray linen skirt will take the sand away freely; Let the knife run to the elegant purple lavender garden with open arms to awaken the most proud China in the world; Let her walk around in the dim light on those red wandering shoes ... there are too many possibilities for our youth! Now, pick up a pen, draw a circle for yourself with heart as the starting point and courage as the radius-from then on, with a brave heart, complete our youth that will eventually die and complete our life!