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When we were young, we were so crazy and had despair that we thought we were hurt. I woke up and found that everything was hypocritical. Because, now we are just carrying ideals.
Standing under the red flag, I seem to see how much glory this ancient land has created. The mountains and rivers of the motherland, every grass, tree, flower, stone, brick and tile are in my heart.
Youth is a period of struggle, progress and growth. We are full of expectations for the motherland and move forward all the way. There were so many flowers on the roadside riverbank that pedestrians were fascinated, but I didn't stop because I knew: I didn't know how beautiful it was until I got to the terminal.
Stepping on the land of the motherland, we are all teenagers with dreams.
Stepping on the land of the motherland, we are striving for the ideal of the new era.
That night, there were stars. I had a dream. In my dream, a girl named Youth came to my bed with light steps: "Let's make a bet. If I lose, I can help you realize a wish. If you lose, you lose your youth. I bet that if you work hard now, you will have brilliant achievements in the future. " I shook my head and said, "If we work hard now, we will certainly achieve something in the future. Why don't we sign a treaty? As long as we work hard now to make youth more valuable, then you must make the motherland's tomorrow more brilliant and the motherland's land more beautiful. " The girl smiled, pondered for a while and said, "Well, I wish you success." In this way, we each signed our names on the treaty. She-youth, I-teenager.
Ideals and goals have accelerated my pace. Tagore said: "The world kissed me with pain, but I returned it with a song." Pain and torture can smooth my edges and corners, but they can't stop me; Success and hope can enhance my confidence, but it won't make me lazy.
For the sake of the motherland's thick soil and our beautiful youth, we should have lofty aspirations and ambitions now and move forward boldly.
Thick land, beautiful youth.
I will always remember the treaty signed in my dream.
Excerpt 2 from the classic inspirational youth: Time is marching at a constant pace, walking slowly, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through a month of rain and shine. Looking back suddenly, the distant days are shaking like kaleidoscopes, inadvertently shaking out patterns that can't be imitated, and gathering together to be out of print. Then I know that youth is a one-way street, there is no going back, and there is no post station.
The morning bell and the evening drum urge me to raise the sail of the voyage, but my heart is like a leaf, wandering on the old branch. It was hard for me to give up in yesterday's wind. I also know that I shouldn't delay my trip, but I can't get rid of my feelings. I can't dust everything I once owned in the castle of memory, and the day of rebirth is locked. I walked through the sunset, and the moon rose every day, as if standing in a clear river. That clear river is my life, I only have one time, but I stand in the water too often, let the upstream water flow through me, become the downstream water, let the future flow through me and become the past. However, I was too addicted to yesterday.
I often fantasize that when spring and autumn are history, I will sit in the memory of yesterday covered with snowflakes and chew the stories hidden in every gully on my face. What kind of mentality is this! I should have known a lot, but I didn't believe much, but I was still confused by the jokes of "wolf coming" again and again; I love spring more after winter, which should be a fairy tale, but I still miss the "Snow Boy". The journey seems to be a circle, and after a long journey, it returns to the starting point. So many times we are doing the same thing, that is, looking for a goal.
I thought hard in the dark and finally deciphered that the simplest grass, ordinary plums, has a mystery, which is an intuitive teaching aid for life: flowers can only be red once and grass can only be green for one year. The past of the deceased has gone with the monsoon, so there is no need to pursue and recall it. There are countless passengers on the train of youth, and no one can predict what will happen along the way, and no one can return to the starting point of boarding. Since I have no choice, let me crush the frustrations and contentment on the track of time, and then open the doors and windows to soak in the fresh air and sunshine to welcome a brand-new trip. Because I already know that youth is a one-way street, there is no going back and no post office.
Our name is youth, which is as beautiful as flowers, as pure and beautiful as dreams, and as full of vitality as spring. We have lost our childishness and stepped into the flower-like season. We spin the brisk dance steps, leaving passion and pleasure on the growing picture. We picked up a brush filled with oil paints and outlined the trajectory of our dreams. ...
We are like flowers, blooming beautifully and competing in various ways. We are as beautiful as lotus, but we are not stained with mud, clear but not demon, and keep our purity; We are as confident as sunflowers, blooming in the sun, always holding our heads high and revealing fragrance to everything; We are as proud as plum blossoms, independent in the snow and ice, arrogant and unyielding to any force, and always remain true to ourselves; We are as beautiful, charming, bright and brilliant as roses, flying like butterflies and bees. Yes, we are like flowers, blooming with fate. Whether it is sunny or rainy, we should show every elegance wholeheartedly. Even if it withers, even if it degenerates, it will turn into spring mud, with no regrets.
We are like a dream, coming and going in a hurry, but full of fantasy, purity and beauty, mixed with excitement and loss, laughter and tears, happiness and hesitation. Youth without dreams is like a blue sky without white clouds, a sea without sails, a mountain without waterfalls, and an idyllic countryside. There is no new green in spring, no cicadas in summer, no red leaves in autumn and no snow in winter. The world will be full of loneliness and desolation. Let's plug in the wings of dreams and let the thoughts of youth fly. The picture of life is painted by us, and tomorrow's sun is brilliant for us!
We are like spring, full of vitality, like jointing bamboo shoots, tenacious and upward; We are full of green like spring, full of new hope like new shoots. Our breath fills every corner of the world, so everything has vitality, the earth wakes up, the ice and snow melt, willow branches sprout, grass grows, yinger flies, the Spring Festival dances with the rhythm of soft wind, and the spring breeze sings with the rhythm of running water. Our dreams and passions can really touch the world!
Our name is youth, full of passion, full of dreams, full of innocence and vitality. Although short-lived, it is brilliant and radiant, which can breed the hope of life, embody the beauty of life, lay the cornerstone of life and enlighten the future of life!
I'm reading a book recently, and I want to record it if I feel a little touched occasionally. I think I haven't kept a diary for a long time. Maybe there is something wrong with my perseverance or my previous way. As the name implies, I don't have to keep a diary. I should record what I think is memorable.
In August, I saw such a sentence in "Secret Love in Chang 'an": I transferred my best time to words to escape the passage of time. Perhaps, only by keeping the photos we took when boasting, and keeping the dense and incorrect words written in this book, can we reduce those regrets in our later youth. Whether I am happy or angry, it is my youth. I can't keep time. I want to grasp my youth.
In a move, I lost my photo album, which was full of photos of my childhood. I really want to see the photos posted by myself and my friends. I remember there are many beautiful photos. I really want to see my old graduation photo. I am afraid that I will forget my classmates for many years. I really want to see the photos taken with grandpa. Some people say that when a person dies, his photo will soon turn yellow. When I looked at them before, I found that the single photo was a little yellow. I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I'm more worried that a piece of yellow will replace my grandfather's face. Unfortunately, I can't see anything now. I still want to see my old self, my skin, my figure and my smile. I want to know that I was younger than adolescence, and my smile was more pure than now. ...
It carries too many memories for me, and now it flies away, disappearing into my world like grandpa, becoming a regret in my youth.
Today, I saw a short story by Rao Xueman called Who Will You Think of When You Are Lonely. This is a book with the same name as a song. The author's writing is indifferent, without ups and downs, without gorgeous rhetoric, but there is such a love story. Described a girl's love puzzle, facing three completely different kinds of love, looking for that eternal love. This is a relaxed book, but in the end I was a little moved. It all comes from the song "Who will you think of when you are lonely". Finally, the hero sang this song in order to find the heroine who deliberately escaped from him.
After closing the book, I searched this song in Cool Dog. The sad melody of music and Zhang Dongliang's voice gradually filled the air around me, full and gentle.
I only hummed orgasms when I was a child. Although I don't understand its meaning, I entertain myself. When I grow up, I feel lonely when I hear this song again, although it is to comfort you and me when I am lonely. But when people grow up and have something worth remembering, how can they not feel the songs in their hearts? Whether it is friendship, love, or affection.
At this moment, how I wish to share this memory locked in time with everyone in the world. This is a more beautiful voice than I love you. In my sleep, I can still hear Zhang Dongliang's gentle voice: "But darkness will always exist, people will always leave, and no one can be with anyone forever. Everyone has to face the feeling of loneliness, not just you and me ... "
Youth is the most beautiful season in our life. It breeds the vitality of early spring, shows the enthusiasm of midsummer, hides the reality of autumn and indicates the hope of winter. It is full of poetry and passion, fashion, romance and hardship.
Let the fire of youth burn forever, let the lightning of life flash across the sky, exchange all the enthusiasm for time, and let the young dream have no end! I appreciate this passage in "Fire Youth" and have always used it to inspire my study, work and life. In my opinion, youth should burn and shine to be valuable! A person's life may burn or rot. In this case, I don't want to rot, nor can I rot. I want to burn! Friends present! Would you like to?
Youth is the most beautiful season in our life. It breeds the vitality of early spring, shows the enthusiasm of midsummer, hides the abundance of autumn, indicates the hope of winter, is full of poetry and passion for struggle, is fashionable and romantic, and is full of hardships for struggle. When a person's youth is integrated into an era and a career, such youth will not be far away, and this career will certainly reflect dazzling light in the years that have passed.
Having said that, I remembered this sentence: "Some people are alive, but they are dead; Some people are dead and he is still alive. " The meaning of life lies in living, so what is the meaning of living? Of course not for life, the answer is only two words, dedication! We can imagine that if we don't give, create and pursue, such youth will inevitably grow old in the fleeting time. Looking back, there are no traces, no memories, and life is full of sighs everywhere. I think this is definitely not the meaning of our existence. Throughout the ages, countless talented people have made immortal lives in their youth, and I have no time to list them here. However, there is one person whose name I can't help mentioning. He is our eternal role model, the most ordinary, selfless and greatest person. Does everyone know who he is? This legendary figure is Lei Feng. He warned us: "Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest!" I think everyone here, including myself, can be such a person.
I told myself, "As long as you are gold, you can shine. As long as you face life with high fighting spirit, you will gain something. " There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down. Youth is the season of learning, and youth is the time of struggle. Don't stop our progress, because the road to youth is long. When you are free, calm down and read a good book, think back on the road you have traveled, make a plan for your life, engrave your ideals in your heart, and be a young man who is willing to be lonely, innovative and full of vitality. We should seize the youth of gold and leave the eternal glory of life!
Youth is colorful. Adolescent children will encounter all kinds of things, experience the ups and downs of life, and fill in the color for our youth, but no matter what happens, it will become a huge asset in our future life. Cherish youth and have no regrets! Come on, youth!
The warm wind in early spring can't find a chill. It depicts the color of spring with warmth. The night is dim, looking at the moon by the window, and the moonlight is as gentle as you. By moonlight, I twisted my thoughts into a pen and wrote my heart like a lotus with a pure and beautiful heart.
The best thing in life is meeting. I don't know how many people I will meet in my life. All I know is that you are the most devoted encounter in my life. Your words, like a light rain in March, are written in clusters of shy poems in my heart; Your smile is the sunshine from the treetops, which is somewhat cool and warm. I printed your face with my eyes. When I can't meet you day and night, my mind is charming. I am punctual with sweetness. I have a yearning for you in my life, even if I don't say it, I feel warm. Thank you for using a blooming time to make all my fleeting years beautiful.
The wind whispered softly and wrinkled a lake of spring water. Before I could hide my thoughts, I was covered by your feelings, filled with my vision and smile.
How I hope that one day, I can sing a song for you, an eternal song. When we are happy, we look at each other and enjoy ourselves; When we are lost, we will never leave, and we will share joys and sorrows. I have a sweet smile, and you have warm and sincere eyes. No matter what the world looks like, no matter whether the world is cold or hot, the best feelings will always be quietly placed in the world of mortals.
In a trance, I had a dream. In my dream, I walked into your world and stood under a big tree with you, flourishing and lush, emitting the fragrance of love. Your clear heart and mine nourish a poetic life.
A person, reading your name, secretly tears, but will not sigh, after all, can remain quiet. Put your hands together and pray for happiness and touch in life. I wash the mortal heart, touch the clear spring flowing in my dream, and let clusters of vigorous green come into view, vivid and never fade.
Heart, in your direction, set out every day. Between thoughts, seeing and not seeing is in my heart.
Even if the road ahead is bumpy, I will abide by the firmness under my feet, accompany you with frankness and warmth, and let the world of mortals grow a kind of beauty called "never leave".
Maybe some feelings are doomed to be impossible, and some love is doomed to be incomplete. Then let me write a beautiful book for you at the edge of the sky and the corner of the sea, so that the spring sunshine can light up your sunny sky and let me see your happiness.
May the first fragrance of flowers fill our short time. ...
Excerpt 7 from Youth Inspirational Classic stepped into the campus in a hurry, and began a busy campus life before enjoying the just-blooming spring flowers. Sitting in my seat, watching the number representing the date on the blackboard cross out, I can't help but think of that sentence: countdown is the most boring invention of mankind. Yes, time always slips away inadvertently, and I don't know where to spend a lot of time. I cross out the days day by day, devouring our stored confidence, in exchange for growing anxiety. Watching the numbers shrink bit by bit, it seems that someone is holding your throat, and there is a kind of ignorance. We understand day by day that we are about to end our junior high school life and leave this campus full of memories. Here, we gradually disappear and grow; Here we study hard to gain wisdom; Here we play together and gain friendship. Now, we have entered the countdown, the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination, the countdown to junior high school life and the countdown to proving ourselves for the first time.
We sometimes get upset for no reason and even want to give up. I believe that most of our peers must feel the same way. Maybe we have been confused, maybe we have been decadent, maybe we have hesitated. But this cannot be an excuse for us not to struggle and not to work hard. As Zhang Ailing said: When you do something, you can always find the time and reason; You can always find an excuse when you don't do something. But we have no reason not to work hard! Because we are lax today, we will redouble our efforts to make up for it tomorrow. Finally, one day, we understand that the world itself is a fast-paced world. If you don't run, others will overtake you. Today, you walk, tomorrow, you will run at twice the speed. Youth can't be wasted! Youth cannot wait! As Zhang Yunke said, if youth is spent doing nothing, it will be a sad tragedy to recall the years. No one can achieve his goal without working hard. Every road to success is full of thorns. Only by pulling out all the thorns can he reach the other side of his dream.
Now it's time to work hard for yourself. Let's fight for our happiness while our youth is still there. Let's work together! Fly hope with efforts; Strive to create brilliance!
Excerpts from classic American youth inspirational prose 8. Each of us can't control time, but we can cherish time and make good use of it. We can't control our age, we can only let it grow with the passage of time, but we can save time and use it to do something we have no regrets; We can't control the wrinkles on our cheeks, but we can have a young heart; We can't control the length of youth, but we can use youth to prove our strength and the true colors of high live!
It is said that old people are not old unless they have a heart. Our youth should be squandered by ourselves, and we don't need passers-by to point fingers. Go your own way and let others talk! Youth is not as long as we think, and we don't have enough time to think about the road we have no choice. Since you are determined to go on, you must stick to it. Even if you are kneeling with thorns, I will kneel in the past, even if you are black and blue, even if you are black and blue, I will never back down. Because, I can't be looked down upon, and there is no reason not to take the road of my own choice.
If you're not crazy, you'll be old. What lasts forever! Yes, if we are not crazy, we will really get old and young, only once, so we should cherish it. Our youth should live without regrets, and living high is our true nature!
Youth is the most wonderful stage in our life. We must never give up and never let it control us, but we should control it. You deny my present, I decide my future. Maybe in the eyes of parents, we may still be children, and they won't see what decisions we have made, but in our eyes, every step we take is related to our future. Why do we always do this? The future road is planned by parents, and they have no choice at all. I often wonder, why don't our parents let us go our own way in the future? It happened that they followed the prescribed route. Obviously, we can choose the road we like, but they just want us to take the road we find boring.
Our youth, why do they guide the maze; The youth that should have belonged to us was planned by them.
Our youth should live our true colors, our dazzling true colors.
The embarrassment of this world lies in that not everyone has the same level of quality as you. You push and shove others politely, you are humble and arrogant, you swallow your pride, you are pulled by others, you are beautifully dressed and graceful, and someone knocks you off the subway with an elbow, which makes you embarrassed. Quality can't ask others, but only restrain yourself, so commit yourself to the world to remind yourself to be arrogant and arrogant, and squeeze into the rivers and lakes to remind yourself not to give up lofty. After reading it, I felt a lot. It's really not easy to think that every one of us is like this, living in an embarrassing situation.
I have a friend who is a salesman. He runs around all day just to make his performance outstanding, get the appreciation of the leaders, and then get a raise and promotion. Once I chatted with him, he said that he had never taken a serious rest since he started this job. He ran around the street in the hot sun and was often rejected. All he got was a thank you. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, but he still believed that the future Avenue of Stars belonged to me as long as I was willing to endure hardships. I can feel his love and yearning for this job from his words.
Get up before dawn, start a new day's work, squeeze through the crowd on the bus, step into the business place in the morning and start a busy day's work. I really admire such a person, holding a meager salary every month, facing the sea of people and leaning against the railing. Don't be discouraged even if you are rejected coldly. Smiling at people, stalking and beating them all have the spirit of Xiao Qiang.
I can imagine how much sweat and bitterness his work is full of. But in other places, it is also a very happy job. With longing for a happy life and a bright future. Even if you get up earlier than the chicken and go to bed later than the dog, you are happy enough.
Supposedly, as a young, energetic and positive person, as long as he works hard, he can get a higher salary within five years, then marry a virtuous wife, have a smart and sensible child, and live a life of food, clothing and everything smoothly.
Maybe what we see is just the aura of successful people. Even though we admire their fighting spirit and envy their success, we don't really see how many storms and obstacles they have experienced on the road to success.
In fact, life is very simple, as long as you are happy, no matter how tired you live, you must remember to love yourself.
Youth inspirational classic excerpts 10 Youth is gorgeous and brilliant for us, and it is tenacious. Blowing green trees, I feel that the years are no longer mourning for the old, but time is so cruel and unfair, so we choose to leave. We hold the Buddha's foot of youth and don't let it go far. If we let go, the scenery around us will become weak and the trees will become more yellow and withered.
When we walked to the seaside, we heard different sounds of the sea and sea water. On the other hand, we just can't hear it, because we are no longer our youth, but an adult doing business. From the moment we left the good times, we have set our own dreams and directions. We don't care about dreams and directions, but only look forward to sharpening ourselves and negative output!
Let us sweat more! We don't care about fear and salty sweat, because we are all amateurs and people with dreams. Let's not imagine how great and proud you are in front of us. Actually, you're still starting. We should stick to our anklets and achievements, because these two words are for us, and that is running!
When we open past photo albums and diaries, our noses will be sour and our eyes will be filled with tears. Think about us at that time, think about us in high school at that time That's what we spent together I remember you blocked my face when you took pictures! Our class collective photo album is so beautiful, lyrical and bold!
Each of us rides a cool bike, and there is a book in my trunk. This book was stung by the bright sunshine, which made me cover my eyes and step on a slow bike. You laughed at me behind my back. At that time, I didn't feel angry and angry, because youth was so open and free.
If there is no youth, we have no initial understanding. If there is no youth, we have no dream to pursue. Because youth is our golden age, it represents our hope or success or failure. Without youth, where will we go to be angry with ourselves? No, no,no. Youth is not what we exist at all.
If I can start over, I hope to cherish this time. Because "green electricity exists, everything can be left!" Come on! Youth is not a loss!