Youth Campus Prose Works Part I: Cultivating Campus Youth
Campus, a carrier of youth, is full of emotions that we need to vent. Youth, the best golden season of life, needs to be cultivated and harvested on campus.
Campus, a pool of quiet water, the water surface as smooth as silk. And we, however, are regarded as rough stones and angular stones. We couldn't get used to the unchanging campus, so we staged a farce starring ourselves with our only youth.
In the face of that pale dogma, we don't agree. I decided to challenge it with my own actions, and it is still unclear who wins and who loses.
We never know how to do the best. Facing the big blackboard, our eyes are shining with infinite light. The desire for knowledge becomes the desire we create. Gradually, the desire is highlighted in the hands. We, desperately ingesting nutrients, are hungry, in order to bear rich fruits and for our gorgeous youth.
Campus provides us with a huge space for free creation. Just like a blank canvas, let's doodle to our heart's content. We have unlimited potential. At what moment, we can't predict. In the hubbub of praise, we let go of singing loudly, and together with like-minded friends, we picked up the enthusiasm and impulse to express our youth equation.
A farce should be over. How it ends may not matter to young people. We don't love that campus, but we are almost obsessed. Back to the old primary school, we always proudly walked past our junior classmates and said to ourselves, I used to be a student here, and I have dreams, love and happiness here.
Youth. I can allow mediocrity after my youth, but I will never allow my youth to wither and have no passion, even if it is only once. Sometimes in order to be remembered, it must be colored.
We are teenagers, a group of teenagers full of energy and passion. In the mood for love, we have and enjoy the infinite fun brought by youth. It is the rhythm of youth melody, let us listen to colorful youth; It is the dance of youth that makes us feel colorful youth. It is youth that gives us a colorful and splendid life.
Youth is like a flower. If you don't take care of it, it will wither inadvertently. Youth is like a cloud. If you don't cherish it, you will lose a blue sky. Youth is like rain. If you don't appreciate it or pursue it, you will leave quietly. And youth is more like a fire, burning and never going out.
Everyone has youth, which gives us different feelings, including joy and sadness, sometimes shock and emotion, and sometimes sadness of dead leaves. But youth remains the same, and it is our hearts that change. We should learn to be masters and masters of youth.
Intense youth burns a quiet campus, full of vitality, color, laughter and even tears, because youth never dries up.
Youth Campus Prose Works No.2: Youth Campus, Change and Taste
The campus in winter is enchanting and charming, poetic and picturesque!
Walking on campus, I saw that the whole campus has become a world wrapped in silver makeup; Standing buildings are covered with white clothes; The branches of saplings turned into bloated silver bars; Bright green leaves and red petals are covered with glittering and translucent frost. It's really hard to describe all this in words, which makes me happy and relaxed.
"Look!" I couldn't help shouting, because it was so beautiful, and it was Sister Dong's masterpiece. A huge silver playground. The big playground at this time is different from before. It's like thousands of pear flowers dancing, appearing in front of my eyes bit by bit like jade pieces. This scene is arbitrary in my mind, like a euphemistic, melodious and fresh music, and like a light, harmonious and distinctive poem. If you see it, you won't be drunk!
Look! This is another beautiful scenery. The fiery maple always infects and inspires me with full spirit and fiery enthusiasm. You see, the frost on it is as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins. It's really beautiful.
But I also love the sunrise and sunset on campus in winter.
When the sky in the east turned a fish-belly white, that piece of red came out. When the veil of the dormitory could no longer cover her red face, she simply stopped hiding and being shy, and the whole thing appeared in front of us. The teaching buildings under the morning glow, one after another, are row upon row, adding a touch of red to the beautiful campus in the morning.
The campus in the sunset has irresistible beauty. It is a kind of detail and tranquility, it is a kind of vitality. The crimson sunset shone on the lake and there was silence. Green water plants are dotted and swaying, and occasionally the breeze stirs up ripples. Do fish like swimming in the water and cheer for this campus?
From the two upright teaching buildings, there came the sound of books, which was the harmonious music on Beethoven's piano and the beginning of the day. Occasionally, there are bursts of sweet laughter floating with the breeze, which is an episode in which I am immersed in hard work all day and a testimony of joy. When the students strode along the beautiful path on campus in the face of the morning glow, what kind of vitality it was! What a comfort it is when students embrace and smile in the sunset!
And our lovely and respectable teacher. When you encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, the teacher will be your guide. When you have something in your heart but nowhere to tell it, the teacher becomes your listener; When you are happy and happy, the teacher becomes your sharer. Can't you really like such a teacher?
Who says that all aspects of campus life are boring, and who says that everything on campus is full of helplessness? Look at my campus: campus life is full of colors and laughter all the time. So, I want to say: "My campus life is rich and colorful!
Prose Works of Youth Campus Part III: Youth Campus, Good Memories
The short three years of junior high school passed away quietly like the wind, but those memories of youth remained in my heart forever. Whenever I am alone, my eyes always flash like a movie, or a sports meeting, or a small argument, or a short conversation with the teacher, or just a few simple jokes. ...
In junior high school, our class is almost recognized as the most chaotic class in the whole grade, because our class often fights, or some bad things always involve our class, and our average score is always at the bottom (even if there are several elites in the class). Besides, the atmosphere in our class seems to be the worst. When I was in the first grade, the class teacher was in charge several times, and the blackboard was full of sharp words. In the tug-of-war between two classes, we deliberately lost to others and embarrassed the class teacher. ...
But sometimes our classmates' actions are unexpected in other classes.
In the second day of junior high school, we changed our head teacher, who also taught English. She is a strong teacher. But once, she made us cry. I remember clearly that his eyes were red, but he tried to hold back his tears, said a few words and ran out of the classroom. Different from usual, the classroom is surprisingly quiet, and you can almost hear your own heartbeat. Then, the two monitor whispered a few words to each other, and then slowly walked out of the classroom. ...
In the next English class, the teacher still appears on time in every class, but not as passionate as before. ...
A few days later, it happened to be Christmas. I don't know who initiated it. I bought a Christmas tree, decorated it beautifully and hung a Christmas fruit on it. All the students in the class signed their names and attached a letter, which was sent to the head teacher's office by two monitor. ...
The wonderful junior high school life has left many wonderful memories, which I will keep in my heart until … forever …