Youth lyric prose Part I: Youth is a short dream. When you wake up, it has already disappeared without a trace.
Time is running out, and we are growing. Youth is sometimes confused and sometimes degenerate, so we often think about youth: what is youth? It is a season of fire in life; What does youth write? Write a long poem; What did youth leave behind? No regrets. We must understand that youth is not a romantic thing, nor an affair, nor is it an ivory tower with wealth. It is a stage of life and a process of gradual maturity.
Youth is like a dream, years are like flowers, water is like years, and it is fleeting. Please cherish youth. Youth is like a song, its connotation needs you to sing its life with the energy of fire; Youth is like a painting, you have to draw it one by one. We are innocent, happy and naive in the rainy season. In learning, living and making friends, we make up our colorful youth, taste the taste of youth: sweetness, and experience the truth, goodness and beauty of the world.
Because of youth, we take a deep breath and dream hard; Because of youth, we agreed to use memories to create * * *, embedded in youth photo albums; Because of youth, we don't forget our homesickness. Friends and You at the Same Table are singing heartily in the long river of youth. Piloting in the ocean of seeking, soaring in the sky of life, pretending on the road of life, feeling colorful life and weaving dreams of life. At the same time, the long river of youth is also full of youth and frivolous, full of ups and downs.
Therefore, we should make full and serious use of every minute of our youth and not waste time. Don't let youth grow old under the shadow of Jin Yong's sword ... and firmly believe that the pace of youth will not stop because of difficulties, and the melody of youth will not be blocked because of wind and rain. Youth is just a spring water, sometimes calm, leisurely and pleasant, sometimes surging, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, we should not die in confusion, should not indulge in sadness and joy, nor should we indulge in birds and flowers.
Some people say that youth is the source of happiness; Happiness flows here, and pain lingers on the opposite side. Some people write that youth is rainy; Rain and dew spread here, and the sun is waiting in the horizon. ...
Let's seize the tail of youth and dedicate it to our youth that will eventually die.
Lyric Prose on Youth Part II: Farewell to Youth The most beautiful thing in life is youth, and the fastest thing is youth. We have left too many memories in our youth, just like a string of notes, which converge into wonderful music. Despite the pain, despite the injury, we resolutely move forward, you are so young, goodbye to youth.
Early spring evening, a person lying quietly on the playground, gently touched by gentle grass; The spring breeze blows, brushing your cheeks, penetrating your whole body, with a hint of coolness. Looking at the sunset in the west, it dissipates bit by bit, which is sad and beautiful. My thoughts are floating in the wind. That year, we ran unscrupulously, laughing and crying together. Now, we are separated in every corner and no longer contact. We are busy with our own affairs, either doing nothing or enjoying it. Once upon a time, I was still sad about losing this scene of youth, and I was still struggling to maintain every friendship. However, I failed in the end. The best thing in youth is that you can't stand the passage of time and fall from your hands. I clutched my hand tightly and was badly scratched. I want to run, I want to shout. However, no matter how I ran and called, I didn't find my youth. The youth who once said hello, will we meet again?
It suddenly dawned on me that youth has no rehearsal, and everything is live broadcast. In my youth, I was the only one who was an audience, singing monologues and enjoying myself. Or cry, or laugh, tears, nobody cares. Tears flow on the face and can be dried; Tears stay in your heart and can be watered.
We always complain that youth is such an asshole that we have to say goodbye before we play well. On the road of youth, we are in the same boat through thick and thin, running occasionally and chasing unknown dreams; Occasionally look back and see the road you have traveled, and you will find that youth has gone, and we are no longer young!
The night is getting quieter and quieter, and I vaguely see couples coming and going on the playground, hugging, hugging or holding hands, hoping to catch the tail of youth and not let it slip away.
The spring breeze is slightly cold, looking up at the sky, the dim moonlight is more lonely without the stars. Suddenly looking back, a tear slipped and landed in my palm, but it froze the whole world. Hello, youth, are you really well? Youth, goodbye, will I really meet again?
I, get up, look up, the starry sky is dim; Looking back, it was dark and boundless; . I waved my hand to bid farewell to the waning moon in the western world and welcome another dawn.
Lyric Prose on Youth Part III: Youth, without rules, was put on the train of youth before we had time to say goodbye in that year; I haven't enjoyed my parents' "arms" enough, but I want to try to run away alone. We are a group of young teenagers. With the innocence of childhood and the maturity of middle age, we write the heartfelt password that only we can decipher under the blue sky.
Youth, we dream more.
Once upon a time, we worshipped the ancient ranger and were fascinated by the martial arts novels in class. It was not until the teacher's pointer hit the table that we suddenly realized. Once upon a time, we vowed to be a biologist and kill small animals at home, but we still refused to give up after being severely reprimanded by our parents. Once upon a time, in order to publish "Bean Curd", we searched our brains in front of the cold window under the lonely lamp. Youth, we have Jay Chou, Stephanie, Beckham, Mike Jordan, Yang Zhenlin, Bill Gates, Qiong Yao, San Mao, Lu Xun ... Youth, while listening to the class teacher's exhortation, we quickly figured out where to play in the afternoon; Youth, on the one hand, laments the heavy burden and pressure of students now, on the other hand, it is necessary to carry heavy schoolbags in the eager eyes of parents.
Youth, regardless of age.
Youth belongs not only to us, but also to the old people who spent those years. Although time old people carve the vicissitudes of time on their foreheads and hang the wind and frost of time on their temples, their will will never age. There are their busy steps in the community; There are their happy songs in the square ... because they have retained a childlike innocence that will never die, and their youth will always accompany them!
Youth is rich and colorful.
Youth, you are the new green of spring, dispel the severe winter, dress up the earth and bring warmth and hope to people; Youth, you are the sunshine in autumn, brilliant and passionate, bringing people harvest and joy; Youth, you are the bright smiling face of children, unrestrained and carefree, bringing joy and vitality to people; Youth, you are the eternal mentality of the elderly, and the belief that "old people are determined to win" brings happiness and eternity; Youth, you are the madness of the men's soccer team entering the "World Cup", I am the cheers of Beijing's successful bid for the Olympic Games, and you are advancing with the times and heading for a well-off society.
Youth has no rules. Being aggressive, pursuing Excellence and never being satisfied is the best interpretation for you.
Lyric Prose on Youth Part IV: Looking at the color of youth from the window, my eyes are full of color.
When the wind blows gently, with the heat of summer and the freshness of flowers and plants, when it blows to my ignorant face, tell me with your eyes.
Color is youth, and my youth turns pale.
Diligence-Green
Because the wood is glorious and the grass is green.
Trees, with hard work, make themselves prosperous; Excellent grass, with diligence, shake green for yourself; I, on the other hand, branded my dream of hope with the green of youth.
The ivory tower in my dream is long, like the green in my eyes, shining firmly in the dark. For the dream, I work hard; I fight for my dream. In the morning, I was greeted by the first ray of golden light in the morning; At night, there is a bright moon. At the foot of learning, I take diligence as the road; In the sea of knowledge, I have been struggling to build a boat.
Intense red
The water is red and the pulse is full.
Lotus, swaying, makes itself curly and vivid; Aquatic plants, with floating, make themselves warm and affectionate; I, on the other hand, branded myself with the red of youth.
For the shadow, I am active in every corner of the campus. Physical education class, I run and jump. After class, my shadow is a moving point in the sun.
I am eager to make friends, I am eager to talk to people, I am eager to express my views, and I am eager to be noticed. Lively, the true color of my youth; Warm, the background color of my youth; Red, the highlight of my youth.
Melancholy blue
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Independent and lonely, the bridge is lonely, the cold wind blows, the night is getting up, and there are no pedestrians. On the small bridge, I am alone in the confusion and helplessness that I can't get rid of and want to return. Although youth is dazzling, it is also mixed with blue of depression. Some helplessness in life, incomprehension of elders and some difficulties in study all make my sky blue but not cold.
Melancholy blue is the most helpless loneliness in youth.
Time has left its mark on my life day by day, and the gears of the years have crushed my traces. It is youth that makes my picture colorful; It is youth that makes my dreams transparent and pure; It is youth that makes my mind pious and uplifting.
Youth's dream is a burning torch, youth's vision is a turbulent sea, youth's life is brilliant, youth's emotional world is profound, and youth's dream world is the sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei.
Through the window lattice, I saw a colorful picture-my youth.
Chapter 5: Passion Makes Youth More Brilliant "My passion, like a fire, burns the whole desert …", every time I hear this song, my blood is boiling! Yes, if a person does something with enthusiasm, then he will certainly do it well.
When you are young, what can you do by making rational use of your enthusiasm?
Our ninth-grade students are now facing the first level of life, the senior high school entrance examination. We have no way out. Only by letting go can we break into a new world. Look at our classmates, some students are full of energy, and there is a feeling of self-confidence and hard work between gestures, which is worth appreciating; But it is undeniable that some students are obviously disheartened, muddling along and looking lifeless. It is because of their lack of enthusiasm for learning that this is harmful. We all know that "the brave win the narrow road". Only by staying enthusiastic forever can we be in an invincible position in the senior high school entrance examination.
Wang Bo wrote Preface to Wang Tengting at the age of thirteen, Ganluo made a pilgrimage at the age of thirteen, and Huo Qubing sealed a title of generals in ancient times at the age of nineteen ... What do these vivid examples tell us? "Heroes have been born as teenagers since ancient times", and their success is naturally inseparable from their persistence and enthusiasm for doing things.
Passion makes our youth more beautiful!
I am a boy who loves painting. I don't know how many brushes have been broken since I was a child, so I can have my present achievements. Sometimes my classmates ask me the secret of my grades, and I always answer with a smile: "enthusiasm and perseverance."
When you are passionate about doing something, you will indulge in it and stick to it until you do it better. This is the power of enthusiasm!
With the approaching of the senior high school entrance examination, there are only three months left. I am surprised to find that my classmates are quietly changing. It turns out that those who love to talk, love small gestures and doze off in class all straighten their backs, as if the teacher would disappear in the blink of an eye. Seeing these changes, my heart seems to be lit, and there seems to be a flame beating in my heart, pushing me forward.
Students, youth is limited and enthusiasm is infinite. Let's ignite youth with enthusiasm! In this way, we won't have the regret of "regretting studying late", and our youth will be more brilliant!
Let's live with enthusiasm all the time! Let our youth be more exciting!