In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write essays. Writing essays is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below are the taste compositions (selected 13 articles) that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them. Taste Composition Part 1
The cool breeze blew by, the sun lost its former light, and my mood fell to the bottom. Heart, inexplicable pain. I sat on the lawn, not wanting to say anything, even the tears in the corners of my eyes were so far-fetched. "Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and the sorrow will become more sorrowful." is a perfect way to describe my mood.
Now I know that this is what failure feels like. It feels even more uncomfortable than suffocation.
A few days ago, I got the score sheet for the midterm exam. I stared at the score sheet blankly, and my heart twitched. Is this really my score sheet? I couldn't believe my eyes. I never thought that I would do so poorly in the exam. I recalculated the scores over and over again, hoping that it was just the teacher who calculated the scores wrongly, but this was just my own delusion.
I saw my classmates pointing at me, and their laughter penetrated my ears from time to time. "Haha! Look at how stupid she is. She didn't do well in the exam and thought it was the teacher who made the mistake." Yes, yes! I didn't expect that she would do so poorly in the exam, which was simply shocking. "...I covered my ears hard, closed my eyes, and tried not to think about it anymore. I really wanted to forget all this.
When I got home, I trapped myself in the room. Now I, I just want to be alone. Sad music is playing in the room. I listen to this music numbly. It turns out that the sad melody is not like that. The sad melody is clear to me now. It started to rain heavily, and this ruthless rain soaked my soul.
I smiled stupidly at myself in the mirror: "If I didn't expect anything at the beginning, maybe I wouldn't be so disappointed now. Come on! "But then I thought, if I give up like this in the face of this failure, how should I go on in the future of my life? Perhaps failure is a precious opportunity to train us. "Failure can make a person's will Strong, but it can also make a person unable to afford it. "This is not the first time I heard it, but why did I not understand it until now?
I figured it out, and I feel much better. The sun's rays are shining on the earth again, and the sky is hung with charming Rainbow.
I believe that as long as I cheer up and work hard from now on, success is not far away from me. I will definitely do better next time and everything will be fine. . Taste Composition 2
In my life, happiness is my main theme, it brings me joy; it brings me happiness; it also brings me joy.
Work makes me happy!
I remember that the cherries at my grandma’s house were so red and so small that after eating one, I wanted to eat another one. When I was playing at my grandma's house, the cherries happened to be ripe, so I went to pick the cherries with my grandma. When I arrived in the field, I saw the red and plump cherries. I was very excited and immediately moved a small stool and used scissors. I carefully cut off the little cherries and put them gently into the basket, for fear of hurting the red elves. Looking at the small, red cherries, I couldn't help but taste them. Oh, ah! It’s so sweet! It turns out that it’s so great to taste the fruits of one’s own labor!
Once, my mother and I took off our shoes first. , and slowly put my feet into the sea water. Oh, it was so cold in the water! My feet seemed unwilling to explore anymore. After hesitating for a while, I couldn't stand the temptation of the small fish and decided to stick to it. I first quietly observed the traces of small fish in the clear water, then slowly put my hand down, and after pinpointing the position of the fish, I decisively picked them up. I saw a group of fish in the water, and I immediately picked them up. Call my mother and come together to surround them. I quietly bent down and put my hand down gently. My mother drove the fish into my hand from the other side. Haha, the fish finally got into my hand. So happy! I was dancing on the beach. It turned out that catching small fish with my own strength is so fun!
Learning makes me happy! >
In math class, when I was the first to solve a difficult problem, I raised my hands high, and I tasted the joy - it turns out that overcoming difficulties feels so good! When "writing is like a spirit", the tip of the pen keeps "swishing" on the paper.
A masterpiece is born! I tasted the joy - it turns out that writing a composition feels so good! In the children's book first class, when I read a good book, I was immersed in the world of the book, and I tasted the joy - as if I was also a member of the book, interacting with the protagonist. Let’s experience thrilling adventures together! In English class, when I became a diplomat, the "reporters" below asked me questions and I answered them fluently... I tasted happiness - I became a diplomat! My English level turns out to be so good! After my hard work, I got good grades in the exam, and I tasted the taste of happiness - sweet, like honey, which made me intoxicated!
The taste of happiness makes me love learning even more!
The taste of happiness is sweet and happy, and it makes my life rich and colorful! I hope that happiness can always surround me! Taste Essay 3
The taste is sweet, slightly moistening our souls; the taste is bitter, slowly permeating with a few drops of sadness; the taste is spicy, deeply staying in our memory forever , classmates, in your six years of primary school life, you must have experienced various tastes such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sweetness, bitterness, etc., as well as happiness, and touch. These are the tastes of our lives
I remember one time , I was playing baseball with my sister, and my sister accidentally broke the window at home. My mother came out and saw the broken window like a tiger and said, "Who did it?" I hurriedly said, "I didn't do it." After hearing this, my sister was very panicked and said in a squeaky voice: "I didn't do it, my brother did it." I was very angry after hearing this, and my sister actually lied. "They said it wasn't me, but my sister." My mother didn't listen to my words, picked up the clothes hanger and beat me indiscriminately. I went back to my room and cried. Later, my mother found out that it was my sister who had lied and Wu beat me, and she hurriedly apologized to me. Although my mother apologized to me, my heart was traumatized, and this trauma cannot be cured. Do you know how painful I felt at that time?
After this incident, I finally understood what pain feels like? Taste Composition Part 4
When seeing this topic, students may ask, writing a composition? Isn't it just a blank piece of paper plus a few lines of words? What can it taste like? However, if you experience it carefully, you will feel that it has a different flavor.
The Bitterness of Coffee "Mom, I don’t want to write a composition anymore! Would you like to let me play? Please, thank you so much! Just half an hour, okay?" "No! I have to finish writing this You can only play if you compose!" Mom issued a ban, hey! It was hard to disobey the "Emperor's" order, so I could only look at the children playing outside the window and wrote the title "Mom, give me back my Sunday".
The sourness of lemons "Mom, I've finished writing my composition! I want to play! I want to play!" She said and turned on the computer. "Hold on! How many times have you looked at that pile of composition books? Go and read it!" My nose felt sore, so I had to look at the pile of composition books that I had read countless times.
The saltiness of table salt "Mom! Why haven't you started eating yet? I'm going to starve to death!" "You won't be able to eat until you finish writing this essay!" "No! I'm going to starve to death!"
I want to eat! ""Papa"! Two "thick sesame cakes" fell from the sky. I shed the salty "golden beans".
The sweetness of rock sugar haha! After bitter, sour and salty, there is sweetness! My Winning an award for your essay! It seems that writing essays is a happy thing! I will always regard writing essays as a happy thing! The feeling of writing essays is always sweet!
The wonderful music can make you have endless aftertaste, the freshness of the woods can make you linger, the singing voice of the birds can make you stop and savor, and the fun of life is a taste.
What a taste. Is it happiness? There are countless answers to the question of happiness. For me, happiness is very simple. Happiness comes from my home, and there is a little happiness in that black and gray color. At night, there is no new moon in the sky, only black and gray, and there is the smell of firecrackers in the air. This is the beginning of happiness. At this moment, the smell of New Year is very strong, intruding into the aroma of dumplings in the kitchen, there is an indescribable taste. It's called happiness.
As I slowly walked into the small kitchen of my house, the increasingly strong aroma of dumplings hit my nostrils. What I saw was a table of dumplings and a group of people. The round dumplings didn't mean anything. They are valuable items, but they have the sincere blessings of everyone in my family. Not only that, but three of the dumplings are filled with coins. My mother said that whoever eats dumplings with coins will have better luck in the coming year. It is for this reason that I am looking forward to this small gathering at this time.
When you hold the bowl, the warm temperature will penetrate from the palm of your hand into your heart. , everyone ate reunion dumplings in this small kitchen, with smiles on their faces.
Gently bite open the white skin of the dumplings. The fragrant taste spurts out and slides into your mouth. At that moment, it is the taste of happiness.
There are no words, it is very simple, a smile, a reunion dinner, everyone gathers together, in this small kitchen, warm and full of happiness, the small dumplings slide from the throat and go straight down. Everywhere you go, there is warmth and the aroma of these dumplings. The taste of happiness is in your mouth, in the bowl, and in the kitchen.
Countless nights, I have been recalling the taste of happiness, without the accompaniment of wind and rain, but the flowers bloom beautifully, without the background of the sun, it is still beautiful and moving. This is the taste of happiness. It doesn't need any foil, as long as it has the warmth of home and that bowl of dumplings.
The taste of happiness is in that night, that person, that thing. Taste Composition Chapter 6
Dickens once said: "Stubborn perseverance can conquer any peak in the world." This sentence made me deeply understand, because I tasted the victory with my own perseverance. taste.
During the summer vacation, my parents and I visited the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in Yunnan. We took the cable car towards an altitude of 4,506 meters. The cable car slowly went up, and my ears buzzed as if they were blocked. Dad said it was altitude sickness caused by the high altitude. The cable car arrived at the docking platform, and the mysterious Jade Dragon Snow Mountain finally revealed its beautiful face. But I found that my mother had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery in front of me at this time, and her face was pale. She said that her dizziness was caused by altitude sickness, and I also started to have difficulty breathing.
In order to allow people to have a "more intimate" contact with the snow-capped mountains, an observation deck was built at an altitude of 4680 meters. Looking up at the winding steps, I hesitated. "What a pity if you don't climb up and take a look when you get there!" I heard my father say. Finally, I decided to challenge myself. So, I opened my legs and moved towards the goal.
However, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." I just walked a few steps and I was already exhausted and out of breath. The air was getting thinner and thinner, and I felt a little overwhelmed and wanted to give up on this climb. Just when I was desperate, my father patiently taught me: "You have to understand that every step you take is one step closer to your goal."
After listening to my father's words, I couldn't help but ask myself: "Really? Are you just going to give up? You are only half way from your goal. If you give up at this time, all your efforts will be wasted. "I stopped hesitating, regained my composure, adjusted my breathing, stepped on every step, and moved up in one breath. climb.
"It's finally here!" I shouted excitedly. Standing next to the stone monument at an altitude of 4680 meters, a breath of fresh air was breathed into my lungs. The snow on the top of the mountain shone golden under the sunlight, which was pleasing to the eye.
"Difficulties are like springs. It depends on whether you are strong or not. If you are strong, it will be weak. If you are weak, it will be strong." This is the inspiration I got from this mountaineering trip. Taste Composition Part 7
The days pass by in such a hurry, and merge into the endless ocean of life day by day. Every drop is filled with reluctance and nostalgia for time, because there is the most wonderful and unforgettable taste.
The winter vacation of that year left me with a dream-like beautiful scenery and confusion about life.
It is always cloudy in winter, and one day it will snow.
The snowflakes are gentle, jumping like a flying spirit, falling quietly, the snowflakes are as soft as a house of gauze, misty and light. When the snowflakes fall on the ground, they don't appear to be solid or dense, but scattered, light and white. It's like a pure and pure world.
My friends and I wore these roller skates for a leisurely walk on the primary school campus. Watching the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I have learned nothing from torture, and of course I am extremely indifferent. When the cold wind blows on my face, it hurts. I am a beginner and can only barely take a few steps away. If I try to move faster, I will fall down if I am not careful. I was supported by my friend, and I moved forward little by little. The heavy roller shoes pulled me, and I was blown by the cold wind. I originally wanted to dance on the snow, looking for a wonderful artistic conception. This But it made me more and more impatient and continued to learn.
Watching my friend speeding through this wonderful scene of snow dancing, I had no choice but to sit on the flower bed alone, looking left and right, and saw a red plum blossom rising towards the snow. When I look at it, the arrogance and unruliness of my whole body fills my heart. The delicate and beautiful flowers stand on their own and the cold wind blows in my face. In my memory, the flowers that people love are all lilies, peonies, lotuses, roses and other flowers that are suitable for the seasons. Enjoy the scenery leisurely, appreciate the beauty of the flowers, but also their fragility. Most of them live in warm weather and grow in greenhouses, but compared to this red plum that can withstand the wind and snow, they are a little more delicate and can be easily destroyed by the storm. I no longer have energy, I am drunk, looking at this red plum blooming in the wind and snow alone, it seems deserted and out of reach, but I understand his pride and integrity better. Why am I not like this? Fighting the cold wind alone, maybe not with hundreds of flowers, this is a kind of arrogance that refuses to admit defeat!
I held on to the wall, practiced and accumulated bit by bit, and while letting go of my steps, I was careful and cautious, and grasped the distance of each turn. Slowly, I also monopolized a place in the wind and snow. This is the embodiment of my success. In the bottom of my heart, I still vaguely remember the deserted red plum. I love its pride, and I am even more happy because it brings me the joy of being in the wind and snow. The spirit of surrender and the wonderful taste of success. Taste Composition Part 8
There are many kinds of roads, some are flat, some are rugged, and some are winding. The same is true for the path of life.
Among the various roads, which one will you choose? "I will choose a rugged and winding road." This is the deepest feeling in my heart. I like excitement and challenges. Rugged and winding roads can give people freshness and excitement, training and challenges. And so on, my growth process gave me a taste of the four major flavors of life.
When my grandfather passed away due to illness, I cried, my mother also cried, and everyone was heartbroken. A series of poignant words poured into my heart. I held back tears, but one sentence made me unable to bear it anymore. Listen, listen, I burst into tears. Thinking about it, that was the saddest day for me, a day I will never forget.
When I achieved the joy of success, I jumped three feet high with joy. I showed off my award certificate in front of my relatives and friends, and they said to the left: "You have a bright future, keep up the good work!" to the right: "It's really good, and it's not in vain that you have studied hard for four or five years and embarked on the road to success!" At that time, my heart was sweeter than honey, with a taste that is difficult to express in words.
The sweetness of success, the sweetness of happiness, the sweetness of joy, everyone has his or her sweetest moment.
If the exam does not go well, you will inevitably have to suffer a physical meal when you go home. One time, I got a score of 77 on the exam because of "losing my mind by playing with things". I was ashamed. When I got home, my father saw that I had realized my mistake and only said a few educational words. Although he didn't "use force", I was so miserable that I couldn't sleep or eat. The next day I went to the hospital ward to get a drip. How miserable!
I have also experienced many hardships and obstacles: I might break a bone today, and I might catch a cold tomorrow. When I was playing in the countryside, I accidentally fell into a pond. I was still young at that time and couldn't swim. Fortunately, my grandfather saved my life. It was really a wave of fever that kept coming back again and again the next day.
Taking a rugged and winding road is bound to encounter many difficulties and bumps and bumps along the way. But "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" How can you appreciate the joy of reaching your destination without experiencing the hardship of traveling through mountains and rivers? Some people say it’s great to take a flat road. Keep walking, rain or shine. Yes, it is easy to walk on a flat road, but it is like boiled water, tasteless and no fun.
My life is colorful, because there are ups and downs, they lead me forward, so that I can taste the taste of life. Taste Composition Part 9
Everyone will taste different tastes in their hearts at different stages. There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy... There are injustices, grievances, fears... Of course, there are also the delicious dishes of dad's noodles and mom's braised pork that linger on the edge of the teeth. What I’m talking about here is the feeling of winning.
That day, my parents were chatting on the sofa, and I was also idle. Suddenly, my father got interested out of nowhere and suggested writing a game from the TV and having a family "double drag" competition. He would let us sing random songs, and while we were singing, he would knock the table with his empty soda bottle. In this way, we have to finish the small tomato in front of us first, whoever finishes it first, and then continue the note dragging sound where we just stopped singing. Hi hi! I couldn't help but feel happy. Mom is afraid of acidity, so I will definitely win this time.
The game started, and it turned out to be pretty much what I expected. While we were singing and singing, my father suddenly knocked on the table, and my mother and I quickly stuffed the tomatoes into our mouths. At this time, if you ask me how this tomato tastes, I really don’t know how it tastes? All I know is that I can pick up the sound by swallowing it quickly, so that I can "drag the sound". When I finished eating the tomatoes, I saw that my mother, who was afraid of sourness, was still eating tomatoes. I quickly continued the sound I just made and started "pushing" happily. Just like that, I dragged it for 28 seconds at a stretch. My mother could only stare at me. . Ha ha! I won. For three consecutive rounds, I won. I am as happy as a rooster, with my head held high, I am the Silver Warrior returning in triumph! No, it’s the “goddess of tones”!
The feeling of winning is happiness, comfort and satisfaction. I like the taste of winning because it is sweet and it gives me a happy feeling. Look, I won now, so I'm so happy. This feeling makes me jump around like a monkey, and like a fool who can only giggle! It feels good to win. Taste Essay 10
The fragrant coffee tastes bitter when it touches the tongue, the excited tears flow to the corners of the mouth and tastes salty, the nose feels sour after being wronged, and the heart feels sweet when praised by others. How many kinds of feelings can you experience in life? We don't know. However, we understand that every taste is a gift of life and deserves to be cherished.
Bitter. We are walking on a path full of mud and thorns. If we are not careful, we will make ourselves dirty or covered with injuries. We often complain, why do we have to live in such a complicated era, why are we destined to experience these pains? People say that those born in the 1990s are happy, they are pampered, like bees in a honeypot, but is this really the case? No! We also have to experience the unknown storm and the ruthless torture of the years. It is really painful! However, for the eternity in my heart, I have to fight hard!
Salty. Sometimes it is bland and tasteless, sometimes it is astringent and slightly bitter. What does salty mean? The salty belt represents sweat and tears, and represents emotion.
It is an essential taste in life, just like a delicious dish that exudes fragrance. Without salt, it cannot be called a delicious dish. Salty is the sweat sprinkled on the back, and the tears secretly falling in a corner. There is no need to escape, because it is a testimony of hard work!
Acid. We are full of passion and blood poured on the indifferent sand road. There is no applause or being remembered, so that’s it. We are willing to be the grass in the soft waves of the Cam River and dedicate the rippling beauty to nature. But we can't stand the cynicism, our noses are sour, and we have no choice but to pick up a bottle of sake and look at the bright moon in the sky and ask, who is willing to eliminate the eternal sorrow with me? Could it be that we can only invite Ming Yue and make three people against each other?
Choking the sour bitter wine down your liver and intestines, although it is heartbreaking, you still have to stick to your faith. Holding the needle ground with an iron pestle, the golden light shines in the sun, stinging with contempt. The eyes of the reader!
Sweet. The biting cold wind has blown by, the scorching summer has passed, and we are looking forward to the harvest of autumn. Climb up the branches and taste the fruits on the branches, ha! Sweet. The fragrant coffee is bitter at first, but it becomes sweet after all the bitterness; the tears of excitement are salty when they roll over the corners of the mouth, but they are sweet when they penetrate into the heart; the tears of grievance are sour when they flow through the nostrils, but they are sweet. After the rain, I saw the seven-color rainbow in the sky, but it was full of sweetness.
The desert is desolate and lonely because it has no vitality and has lost the color of the earth; the white paper is bland because it lacks the embellishments of seven colors; the tree trunks look old and weak. , because it has not yet sprouted buds, and the playful young birds have not yet returned to the nest...
The reason why life does not leave memories in your old age is because it lacks the bitterness, saltiness, and sourness. Sweet flavoring.
So, open the cupboard, take out the condiment bottle, and add bitter, salty, sour and sweet to your life. Taste Composition Chapter 11
A good life is a good life. I bid farewell to the winter vacation that has passed. Looking back, my life during the winter vacation was really colorful. I got rid of the prison campus and played happily.
The hardship of winter vacation life: Although the vacation is less than a month, we have four winter vacation homeworks, plus extracurricular homework in Chinese, which makes our burden heavier and heavier. A few days before the Chinese New Year, I had to stay at home, work hard, and complete my homework seriously so that I could have more fun during the Chinese New Year.
Every time I sit in front of the window to do my homework and look at the children playing outside, I unknowingly realize that my life is so tiring and painful, but then I think about it, these are all my own. All you should do is write it down seriously.
The sweetness of winter vacation life: Every New Year, every household will buy a lot of things: chickens, ducks, fish, meat, fireworks, couplets... Wait, in short, we have to buy a lot of New Year's goods to prepare for the family reunion. At this time, as children, we can have a feast. Looking at the delicious food, happy smiles appeared on their faces. Not only that, but they could also see their relatives who had been separated for a year, and it was fun.
On New Year’s Eve, after dinner, the children will set off fireworks and firecrackers. The crackling is mixed with laughter, and the adults stand by and watch. The scene at this time is so evocative. ah!
On the first day of the new year, we all go with the adults to pay New Year greetings to relatives and friends, wishing them a successful career and happiness in the new year, wishing them a happy new year, and they will also express their gratitude. Send us red envelopes to celebrate the New Year with joy and happiness. Everyone hopes to be prosperous in the coming year.
The sourness of winter vacation life: New Year is over, and I finally see my relatives who have been away for a year, and I have to go out and go their separate ways again. I watch them carrying big and small bags and sitting on the bus. As we drove back home, we felt really bad and sour. We felt like tears were always rolling in our eyes, but they never fell down. Looking at our departed relatives, we couldn’t do anything but silently wish them well. : Have a smooth journey and arrive safely.
Although the winter vacation life is over, it has brought us a unique aftertaste. These bad shots will remain deep in our hearts.
At the same time, I also wish myself that I will succeed in my studies in the coming year and learn better. Taste Composition Part 12
Finally the monthly exam came, and I couldn’t help but get excited. Thinking about the scene after winning the monthly exam, I felt elated. Especially English, it is the course that I am most comfortable with and the most proud of. Getting full marks in it is like picking something out of a bag and it is not a problem.
Class was in session, and the test papers for the English exam were handed out. I scanned the questions and thought to myself: It’s so simple, why do I need to use my brain so much? It's just a small kiss, it can be solved in 20 minutes, and the accuracy rate is of course 100%.
So I divided three by five, and my writing was like flowing water; my handwriting was like dragons and phoenixes, all in one go. So fast, so ideal! Sure enough, all the questions were answered in less than twenty minutes. I just threw the pen and it was done! I looked around and saw some students biting the end of their pens, some stunned, and some clearly sweating and frowning. I was the only one who finished the scroll and looked around leisurely. After handing in the paper, I left the classroom and walked out of the campus.
I was flying home proudly on my beloved sports car!
When I got home, I lay on the bed, thinking about how warmly Mr. Fu, who teaches English, would use to praise me in class tomorrow. So, I fell asleep sweetly with a smile on my face.
The next day, I drove to the campus. After the second period, I was "summoned" into Teacher Fu's office. I think Teacher Fu must be praising me for doing well in the exam. However, as soon as I entered the office and saw Teacher Fu's face was serious and stern, I became inexplicably panicked. Teacher Fu's face was gloomy, so scary! She spread and patted my test paper in front of me and said, "See for yourself, how did you do on the test and where did you go wrong!" I took a look; at this glance, I was stunned and reflected My eyes are almost full of sinister crosses... What, what is going on? Is this the cross that should be marked? Did I get this score? I really doubted whether Teacher Fu had corrected my mistakes, but when I took the test paper into my hands and looked at it carefully, I realized that the mistakes I made were not something I didn’t understand, it was all my fault. I made the mistake of writing blindly without seeing the title clearly or understanding the meaning; I made the mistake of not being careful and serious, I made the mistake of being superficial but not real, I made the mistake of being careless!
Teacher Fu took out the ruler and asked me to stretch out my hand, "Pah, pah, pah!" Teacher Fu closed his eyes and hit me three times. She hit me on the hand, and it hurt in my heart. It made me remember deeply that learning is an honest matter, and there is no room for sloppiness and sloppiness; and there is no end to learning, and any pride and complacency are destined to fail. of! Teacher Fu did not open her eyes. She leaned her head on the desk, waved to me, and told me to get out... I understood that I had disappointed Teacher Fu.
In this monthly exam, I really felt the taste of failure. Taste Composition 13
If life is a book, then the days of youth are the most beautiful pages in the book; if life is a drama, then the days of youth are the most beautiful pages in the book. It is the most wonderful scene; if life is a special journey from birth to death, then with youth, we can see the most beautiful scenery along the way.
Sixteen or seventeen years of life, what a beautiful flower season and rainy season! We are no longer naughty, but have learned to be a stable self. We no longer want to be squeamish like children, but learn to be ourselves who can endure it. We no longer cry over a rag doll, nor are we sad over little things. In the days of youth, we all learned the courage of young workers and learned how to love.
When we grow up, we don’t know when we learned to be silent and melancholy. We often sit alone in front of the window and look at the tall buildings and the blue sky in the distance, recalling the wonderful or ordinary scenes that happened around us, and recalling our own past. When we are troubled, we may not say a word to others for a whole day. We seem to feel the loneliness and sadness unique to adults. We only think and remember, and feel the little bitterness that youth brings to us.
We, sixteen or seventeen years old, admire the chicness of pop singers and the craziness of rock singers; we like Da. The vivid images of things in Fenqi's works also praise Picasso's abstract masterpieces; we feel indignant at the injustices in the world, but also moved by a little bit of true love in the world; we once shed tears silently in the cold night for Lin Daiyu's tragic fate, I was also intoxicated by the most beloved Xi Murong. Maybe we are like this when we are young: full of passion in our hearts but also showing a trace of calmness from time to time, and a little sentimentality hidden in the activity.
When we are young, we long for true friendship and a little bit of love and warmth from relatives and friends. When you are helpless in the face of wind and rain, do you wish you had a small umbrella on your shoulders? When you are most disappointed and sad, do you also long for a few sincere and warm words? When you are lonely and suddenly receive a letter from a friend far away, do you truly understand that "there are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world"? I had also doubted the saying "There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever", but when my classmates and friends of several years were about to part ways, I truly understood the meaning of this sentence.
Sixteen or seventeen years of life, what a wonderful time, let us all cherish it. We should not let the days of youth pass away in confusion and ignorance!
Sigh, youth!