The taste of youth is excellent. 1 Youth is like a heavy rain. Even if I catch a cold, I hope to be caught again. -Write an inscription
There is a different development on the road of life, called youth. There are five flavors in daily life: sweet, sour, bitter and spicy. There is only one taste of life, too simple and too tasteless. Only after experiencing the taste of youth can we feel the happiness of life.
Youthful and sour
The young train, moving slowly, everyone sitting on the train looked out of the window, or sighed at the smoke rolling, or enjoyed the romance of flowers blooming. This sad or happy passing clouds can't resist its wheels. Many times, we all think that the front is bright, but with the passage of time, too many years are likely to disappear in impermanence, and once youth is missed, it is impossible. Maybe one day, if you cherish what you have, you will be young. Being younger than us is sour, but short and happy.
Young and hardworking
In the process of youth, everyone develops slowly. Sometimes, development is a grievance. It will make you feel the hardship of sticking to your dreams, suffering from failure and studying hard. The daily life after birth is somewhat sad and tired, and it is precisely because of this sadness and fatigue that your sense of happiness and honor when you succeed or get it is more feminine and precious. We can cry like rain because of a warm word, and then support everyone to bite their teeth and walk more bumpy, farther and farther. On the road of life, I have been down and out, but my young heart still chooses to set sail again. This period is full of confusion, anxiety and mistakes. Because everyone knows that there is no choice but to deal with it. It's hard to be younger than us, but it gives us the motivation to be above everything else and always work hard.
Young and sweet
Perhaps your youth is not smooth sailing, full of thorns and bumps, but in any case, as long as you have the enthusiasm to enjoy life, the belief and energy to strive for progress, you will certainly be able to use a line of footprints to string together a straight youth road and push you to the peak. Youth is like a process. Only when you step on it will you leave traces of life and years. Only when you have cried do you know that you are happy. Only when you are bitter will you know the sweetness. The heart with red eyes can really smell the joy of success, and the outstanding people who have not been defeated can deeply feel the sweet taste of youth. This pleasant sweetness will make you full of motivation to move forward. Youth is happy and sweet, not easy but precious.
Spring is the beginning of a year, and it is a regeneration season full of vitality; Youth is the beginning of life and the spring of vitality. The road to youth should be varied. The smell of youth gives you a different feeling. Only those who have experienced it personally are qualified to say that youth has no regrets and life path has no regrets.
Young, that's probably it!
The taste of youth is excellent. The seeds of life are sown in the heart, and gorgeous and beautiful youth flaunts exuberant vitality in luxury. ...
Linzi is a senior four student. Because of his introverted and deep appearance, isolated personality and his own style, he naturally played the role that has been ignored. However, who knows, in this young man's heart, youth is so restless.
In the past, the Woods also had an enviable happy family. However, after high school, mom and dad always quarrel. Finally, in the summer of his senior year, they divorced. The happiness of the forest was shattered at that moment. Then, that terrible June came. The Woods are out of the list. Three days after the results came out, Linzi locked himself in his room without saying a word, quietly looking at the photos of the whole family climbing the mountain together as a child, and tears secretly rolled down his cheeks. Two months later, my mother enrolled Lin Zi in a re-reading class. So, Lin Zi made up his mind again: study hard. However, slowly, my mother stopped cooking on time, and even after the evening self-study, there would be a room full of people playing cards at home. The Woods feel really abandoned. He started playing truant, surfing in Internet cafes, hanging out with vagrants in society, fighting, smoking and drinking ... Linzi began to learn to be a bad boy.
One night, some of his friends and I were sitting in a corner of my house drinking. After drinking as drunk as a fiddler, the Woods cried for some reason. Tears trickled down, glittering and translucent as pearls fell on the bottle of spirit Erguotou lying on the ground and smashed to pieces. Suddenly, in a blur, he saw the riots in my house. In the bustling crowd, the familiar man was taken to the police car. The Woods watched the car go away triumphantly, and then fell asleep. When I got home the next day, Lin Zi's eyes were in chaos, and mahjong scattered all over the floor made Lin Zi's nightmare come true until last night.
When I saw my mother again, she was already wearing bright shackles, her face was haggard and her eyes were hazy. Son, it's my mother. I'm sorry. Son, it was my mother who made a mistake ... The hoarse back floor repeated this sad sentence, echoing in the huge examination room, and it would solemnly penetrate the burning ears of the forest.
From that day on, the forest changed. He no longer goes to Internet cafes and hangs out with friends in the dark ... Linzi told himself to grow up. Another June came, and the Woods went to the battlefield again with their dreams. This time, he succeeded. On the night of receiving the admission notice, Lin Zi wrote in his diary: I am still here, my mother is still there, my hope is still there, and my dream is still there. Youth with rich colors like coffee should not only have a strong spirit Erguotou flavor. I want to fight for my youth and my tomorrow!
Pack your bags, and your handsome and steady back is drifting away on the green land in the round sun. ...
The Taste of Youth Excellent Composition 3 What is youth? Is the bitter fruit unripe, or is it clear water? Tears of happiness or burden of distress? I used to question the feeling of youth like this.
Youth always takes notes and composes bitter songs with so many troubles. Standing under the blue sky, I want to grow up quickly and stop worrying. Too much homework makes me feel bored and distressed. I struggle desperately in the sea of questions every day, but I can't find the trunk ashore. Even a piece of driftwood makes me feel lucky! I can only wander blindly all day, without direction and purpose, only physical and mental exhaustion and confusion about the future. The teachings of my parents and teachers still ring in my ears from time to time. "2 1 century is a century of fierce competition, and profound knowledge can support a world. If you don't work hard to grow up, you will be eliminated by society ... "Yes, maybe my youth is based on learning, so I am full of hope.
Youth is childish. When I was in primary school, I saw my big brother and sister in middle school, and walked back and forth with a straight face every day. I often wonder, in youth, do we stop dreaming and fighting every day? When we enter middle school, we find that our youth is still full of innocence and color. After class, we often fantasize about reading comics and fighting together, and nothing has changed. It turns out that youth has arrived, but it doesn't mean that we have grown up.
What is our future? I think if I become a person like Bill. Gates' richest man. Well done! Can I become an angel with wings and fly freely among the white clouds? I wish I were a drop of dew, tiny but clear, crystal clear, and sometimes I can turn into a drop of life to moisten dry crops; If only I had a robot! Do my homework for me every day, and then I will be liberated ... Youth is a season full of fantasy.
We are rebellious in youth and always want to get rid of the shackles of our parents and fly by ourselves. So I don't want to tell my parents what I think. I hate them interfering in my affairs. We often quarrel with them, which adds vitality to our youth. But with the growth of age, we know that we are just looking forward to a kite and always want to break free from the rope tied to our bodies and fly by ourselves. But how do we know that a broken kite can't move! So youth is a book full of philosophy of life.
A lot of youthful notes were drawn densely. What's the smell of youth? I think we should continue to work hard to find and experience, because only in this way can we find its true meaning.
The taste of youth is excellent. Youth, you are the first, the most precious and the most flawless beauty. Youth, you are so colorful; Youth, we are all weaving beautiful garlands for you. ...
How many dreams we have placed on you! How hard we have worked for you-we welcomed the flowers with applause! And all this, because of your own colorful, colorful attracting us. ...
Youth, you are colorful.
Youth, you are the color of spring-emerald green. In youth, we are like grass in bud in the sun, so tender, so tenacious, so small, so energetic, so green, so dazzling …
Youth, you are the color of summer-dark green. In youth, we are like grass under the scorching sun, so green, so green and so brilliant. ...
Youth, you are the color of autumn-golden in youth, we are like golden rice, the fruit of farmers' hard sowing. The grain is abundant, golden and attractive, and it is ridiculous. ...
Youth, you are the color of winter-silvery white. In youth, we are like snowflakes falling from the sky. Everything is so white, crystal clear, bright and charming. ...
Youth, you are a mixture of the three primary colors of heaven and earth-gorgeous colors. It is endless, but it is also colorful, always giving people the most beautiful feeling in spring. For example, in early spring, new buds are tender, flowers are graceful, spring rain is tender and moist, spring breeze is warm and genial, white clouds are ethereal and pure, blue sky is clear and bright, streams are lively and cheerful, and spring mountains are full of poetry. ...
Youth, you are colorful.
Youth, your taste is sour, but it is also deeply loved by people …
Youth, your taste is sweet, so sweet that Gan Chun makes people's hearts feel as sweet as honey. ...
Youth, your taste is bitter, bitter so pure, but it also makes people feel bitter with sweet. ...
Youth, your taste is spicy, so spicy, but it also makes people treat you as delicious. ...
Youth, your taste is a mixture of color and taste of five-flavor bottles. There are ups and downs, and people will always taste endless tastes. ...
Youth, your endless eternal topic, how many people play for you with wonderful music; How many people describe you in a magnificent space; How many people praise you with superb poems. And I don't have that supreme talent, I can only express my true feelings in ordinary language. ...
Youth, your colors adorn us, and your colors and tastes make us taste … Every color or taste is shining. If one of the colors or flavors is missing, it will make us regret it. ...
Youth, let us cherish your color and taste your taste. With you and me, we won't lose any color and taste. In this way, we have kept our dreams for you and ourselves. ...
Youth is like a cup of bitter coffee. Although bitter, we will get used to it and fall in love with it.
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"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Yes, isn't sadness the heart of autumn? Sixteen years old, I don't know why I became so sentimental, as deep and melancholy as autumn rain.
Maybe I'm tired, tired.
It is indeed a pleasure to study at school, but who knows the difficulties of students? There are classes like ants every day, and there are mountains of homework. On this runway, time urges you forward. Can't breathe, and you're not allowed to breathe. Tired, I can only trudge forward. I cried loudly at the sky, but nothing was waiting for me. Time is like this, no matter how much helplessness and emotion it faces, it never changes with the situation, and it varies from person to person and continues on its way. No amount of pain, no amount of pain, can be buried in the deepest part of the soul.
I want to convince myself that I want to wake up from my dream and watch the rising sun with my classmates, because we are all newborn suns. But whenever I hear Xiongang's "March of Athletes" in my dream, I always feel an unknown sadness, a brand-new day, and as busy as ever. I don't know how to face it, but I can only smile helplessly; Every day in the classroom where there is only rustling, there will always be endless feelings in my heart. Tired, come down and have a rest! Lazy desire controlled me, but I immediately sat up, and my conscience spurred me. I am struggling, hesitating and wandering. I know very well in my heart that it is not what learning means to me, but tears and sweat are needed for a person's success. But when these empty truths are really applied to me, I find it very difficult. My youth is like a cup of bitter coffee without sugar. It's always bitter at first.
I often stare at the window alone in a daze, watching the biting cold wind blow off the last residual leaf, hovering in the air, and finally returning to the embrace of the earth. Think quietly and constantly: flowers bloom in spring, leaving a wisp of fragrance; Leaves drift by in summer, leaving patches of shade; The wind passed through the autumn, leaving a golden lang; Snow has passed the winter, leaving all kinds of hopes. We have gone through four seasons of life, what will we leave for life? Maybe I'm not quick enough to taste life.
Time, like the wind blowing through the pages, has turned over our past. I gradually adapted to my own life, learned to find sweetness in a dull life, learned to mature, and learned to smile when tears rolled around my eyes. Just like the bitter taste of coffee, you get used to it when you drink too much.
Gradually, I stopped being obsessed with the wind and rain in summer and the ice and snow in winter, and began to explore the mystery of youth, find the true meaning of life, capture the joy of struggle, and begin to taste the mellow and bitter taste of this cup of bitter coffee of youth.
My youth is like a cup of bitter coffee. Although bitter, I will get used to it and fall in love with it.
The taste of youth is excellent. We will always grow up. Growth means that we will gradually become independent. In this process, there are too many unforgettable memories, some touching and some happy, but in any case, these memories make us understand more and get closer to growth. Many years later. Looking back and picking up memories, I think the first thing I remember may be the youth we were crazy about together.
This semester, our junior two departments have a special activity-a five-day tour of the internship base. On the way there, we saw many mountains covered with a layer of fog, just like being in the clouds, which was beautiful. I can't wait to take pictures of this moving scenery right away, but unfortunately I didn't bring my mobile phone, let alone my camera, otherwise it will be the most beautiful memory left by this activity. Arriving at the destination, just like the "gossip" I heard before, this time three schools participated together. During these five days, each class will have its own courses, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and evening activities in the evening. I feel excited when I think about it.
We have experienced a lot in these five days, including laughing, crying, moving and sadness. After five days together, gradually, we became more and more familiar with the strange instructors, and became good friends from strangers. But no matter how reluctant we are, this is the last day.
On the fifth day, we had a very memorable activity-the escape wall, also called the graduation wall. To put it bluntly, it is the activity that students are pulled up by the people on the human ladder. First, a little classmate. We shouted "Come on" and watched him being pulled up. We were all overjoyed when he was pulled up. The first person made a good start, and then there was no problem. The students who pulled people up above all blushed and tried their best to pull them up. The light ones are fine. Every time I meet a heavy classmate, I will sweat for them. Do everything you can to cheer them up. When the last classmate came up, we were boiling and everyone embraced excitedly. We are so excited! We made it! We did it! Although the students were soaked with sweat, they never said a word of complaint. And isn't this our desperate and sweaty youth?
Maybe when we leave after graduation, we may never see each other again, but we will never forget each other because we still have these memories. One day, we will get together again, laughing and fighting as we did at school, and we will enjoy the taste of youth together!
The taste of youth is excellent. Composition 7 "A year's plan lies in spring" and "A day's plan lies in the morning". Spring revives everything and makes nature full of vitality, but we are only young once in our life.
How can youth not struggle? How can youth lack courage? How can youth have no self-confidence? How can youth leave laughter? Someone has asked, if youth is full of ups and downs, and tears of youth flow more than laughter, what is the purpose of youth? In fact, it is precisely because life has experienced tears, sweat and scars that we truly realize the true meaning of youth. Only in this way will you remember that at least you have struggled, struggled and bravely moved forward. If there are no tears, no sweat, no scars, how can you count as having youth?
Youth is only once in our life. Youth and time coexist. If you don't know how to cherish it, how can you taste it? Youth is like an unknown world. How can you understand this world if you don't explore it? Although this unknown world is full of light, you just enjoy the light blindly, and your youth will slip away quietly between your gestures. One day it will all be lost, leaving only sighs, regrets and tears. Following the melody of youth, I try to interpret the password of youth, understand the dialectical relationship of asking for dedication, seize the vine of youth and learn to cherish it.
Youth is our bosom friend, it accompanied us through the sadness, it made our last memories, and memories let us remember this sad and brilliant sunshine, let us set sail for our dreams. Youth is a rich stage. On this stage, we play different roles, go through different roads and experience different lives, but we all have a youthful dream to start the voyage of life. During this journey, we learned to appreciate, experienced storms, remembered these scenery, remembered this time, remembered the scenery that accompanied us to grow up, and chewed the flavor of youth.
As the famous writer Bernard Shaw said, "Youth is beautiful, and wasting it is a crime." Yes, we are all too ignorant. Youth, our friend, accompanied us through the most important time in life. Please cherish!
As Wu Xinyi said, "Hometown is for nostalgia, and youth is for remembrance. When you cherish it, it is worthless. Only after running and looking back, everything makes sense. " So we should give full play to our youth, not squander it.
We have experienced the taste of youth. When we laugh in youth, it is sweet; When we burst into tears, it is salty; When we are young and helpless, it is bitter.
The taste of youth is mixed. Youth makes us taste the ups and downs of life. The taste of youth belongs to you and me. Love and cherish our youth and enjoy the happiness of growth. ...
The taste of youth is excellent. Youth, like a plate of delicious Sichuan pork, is fat and thin. The seasoning is put by yourself, and it must be properly matched to be sweet and delicious.
Life is like a rich banquet, colorful and delicious. If you want to cook this table well, you must start with youth.
Sichuan-style pork needs a lot of seasonings, sweet, sour, spicy and salty, and all five flavors are needed.
Youth is inevitably sad, "ask how much sadness you can have." Like a river flowing eastward. "Yes, sadness is not the heart of autumn? Seventeen years old, I don't know why I became so sentimental, as deep and melancholy as the silk rain in autumn.
Maybe I'm tired. Going to school is indeed a happy thing, but who knows the difficulties of students? Every day, ants queue up for the same class, and there are mountains of homework. On this runway, time urges you forward. Can't breathe, and you're not allowed to breathe. Tired, I can only trudge forward. I am crying to the boundless sky, but I am waiting for a heartless echo. Time is like this. No matter how much helplessness I face, no matter how much emotion I listen to, it never changes with the situation and varies from person to person, so I can only continue my way.
No matter how great the pain is, it can only be buried in the deepest part of the soul.
I want to convince myself that I want to wake up from my dream. However, whenever a brand-new day, a busy day, and a day as always comes, I don't know how to face it, but I can only put on a helpless wry smile. Every day in the classroom, there is only the rustling of pens, and there will always be endless feelings in my heart. Tired, come down and have a rest! Lazy desire controls me, I am struggling, hesitating and wandering. I know very well in my heart what it means not to learn. A person's success needs tears and sweat. But when these empty truths really came to me, I found that it was so difficult to walk. I drank the bitter youth coffee without sugar.
I often stare at the window alone in a daze, watching the biting cold wind blow off the last residual leaf, hovering in the air, and finally returning to the embrace of the earth. I have been thinking: flowers bloom in spring, leaving a wisp of fragrance; Leaves drift by in summer, leaving patches of shade; The wind passed through the autumn, leaving a golden lang; Snow has passed the winter, leaving all kinds of hopes. We have gone through four seasons of life, what will we leave for life? Maybe I'm not quick enough to taste life.
Time is like the wind blowing through the pages, rushing through our past. I gradually adapted to my own life, learned to find a trace of sweetness in a dull life, learned to mature, and learned to smile when tears rolled around my eyes.
Instead of clinging to the wind and rain in summer and the snow and ice in winter, we began to explore the mystery of youth, the true meaning of life, the joy of struggle and the taste of youth. Maybe only you know the taste of youth.
Whether it is cooked pork or coffee, the production process needs careful attention. From now on, try to make new friends, start new reading and enrich your life.
I know that although my youth is bitter, it is also sweet.