Goodbye, youth! I will roar as much as I can, not to keep you, but to commemorate you. My memories, my laughter and tears, my success and failure, my degradation and glory will all disappear in this roar. Youth is gone, but life has not stopped. I still want to live my middle age and old age. The beauty of youth is not because our appearance and physical strength reached the peak at that time, but because of the vitality of youth, her courage to do things and think, and the decorations she made for life. I cherish youth and I will cherish the rest of my life. Youth taught me not to be passionate, but to be responsible for myself. Therefore, when youth is packing up and leaving, I will be as free and easy as sending away childhood and welcoming youth, and I will let youth leave without regrets.
Goodbye, my youth! One day I will say this sentence to you, this parting sentence. Please believe me, I will not fail my youth, I will not fail my youth. Thank me for having such a period of youth, let me bloom quietly in my own land, so warm and so proud. I hold your hand, dry your tears, put them in your ear and say goodbye gently. Goodbye, youth!
Youth ... Goodbye!
Youth Goodbye Essay 2 It's a little quiet at this time. Look up, time goes by with winter. After a winter, the second spring came. The sky is getting dark, sending away the last sunset glow and welcoming endless darkness. It is easy to be covered with sadness at one's night. Time. Tell me how to stay young.
This winter is still so cold and familiar. However, butterfly-like snowflakes fly day after day and melt when they land, making this winter miserable. I can only look at you and watch you make the whole world white. That feeling is really beautiful. A painful beauty. Melting is your destiny, just as the lost youth is our destiny.
Time is thin. It's my birthday in another month, and I find myself twenty-four years old. When I grew up, I became an adult. At the fork of time, I took a detour and finally got lost in the fog.
I don't know when I got used to a person. No longer need the company of friends. Even if you go for a walk alone. I just think the air outside is a little melancholy.
I don't know when I began to like words. Paralyze yourself with words. I don't like flowery words, but truth and simplicity suit me.
I don't know when I lost myself. Because it has been lost for too long, the words are so illusory.
Time flies so fast that a year is almost over.
Living in the north, this desolate land, I am like a hedgehog in winter, protecting myself but hurting others. But spring is coming, should I unload this set of luggage?
What my parents told me the most this year was to find a boyfriend. I have been reluctant to believe in love, because it is more illusory. I don't want to hold hands casually. Maybe I lost my true love during this period. I don't know if it is because he is not persistent enough or because I am too reserved. No matter how far that person has gone, the memory is always so close to me. You wrote in my hand: cherish. I admit that I made you up. We finally put it down and chose to start over.
The moon shadow is cold, and the night starlight illuminates the human haze. Alone in a corner, white wall, listening to goodbye, youth. The room echoed with sad whirls, and it didn't feel so harmonious. This seems to be a microcosm of life, monotonous and boring.
Missing is overflowing, and it hurts.
I know you don't remember the road we walked together.
I know you haven't remembered my preferences for a long time.
I remember that time we went to dinner together, and you bought me a bottle of Coca-Cola. It was really hard at that time. It feels delicious, but it's full of sadness instead of coke. I know that from now on, you are no longer the one who knows me. Because I never like carbonated drinks. You said: Sorry, I forgot. It's not that you forgot, it's that you remember the preferences of girls now. The girl you remember now will never be me.
I don't remember when I was sixteen. What's worth remembering? I only remember meeting you in those years.
Walk at the crossroads of life and look back. I met many people along the way and missed many people. Advance all the way, evolve all the way, forget all the way, grow all the way, and discard all the way; Memories all the way, flowers all the way. People around you are updated wave by wave, and those who stay can be called friends. The people who cried together when I failed that year, the people who laughed together when I enjoyed success that year, and the friends who passed by my youth that year, I know that you are just passers-by in my life, and now I don't know where they are scattered in the world. Time makes hair grow old, and it also makes face grow old. Who can stand the passage of time? I will always be young and beautiful, but I am not as good as I used to be. My life is only a hundred years, and my hair is only a few decades. I am just a dust in the dust, gone with the wind, small and free.
"Youth is like a dream. There are beautiful flowers and sad flowers in the dream. "
I don't like being together because after being together, I left.
For the friends around me, I know I owe you too much. But I also understand the truth of dripping grace. I will always remember your kindness to me.
Today, let me use a bright smile to put aside my lingering thoughts and cover up the shallowness of my infatuation. Learn to humbly soak the cold of the years; Learn to spend the rough course with the breadth of forgetting. I used to dance in the ashes with a cry. The ubiquitous sadness, with the rotation of nirvana, finally mourned the youth in the broken words.
Goodbye, youth. Goodbye, time.
Goodbye Youth Essay 3 Our backs are always getting smaller and smaller. Some are blown away by the wind, and some get into a person's eyes. In that person's eyes, every heavy rain and every rainbow will appear. Youth is like the back of your head, which flashes by at lightning speed.
Sometimes, I even wonder how to leave the mark of youth in a strange city, whether to write a poem or miss someone. It's best to make a hiking plan and look forward to finding another self on the road like looking forward to dawn. Youth is small and the world is big. Every time I pass by, it is the footsteps of youth. There will be a second feeling on the way, I am not me, and the world is not the world. Only you know yourself, and you want to understand many things in a flash. On the way, I will find that I like your stupid three words. I have to swim across a sea to get there, willful and docile. It looks at you tenderly all over the world. On the way, you will find that the world is so big that no one appreciates you. After walking all your life, you will find that the road is very long, with ups and downs. You will find that the scenery is still beautiful and people have changed. I can't go back to the past, I only see sadness. The sunset glow sinks on the color of the window screen, deepens on the drawing board and becomes shallow on the skirt blown by the wind. I hugged a seagull and swam in the clouds to be free.
At this point, you know everything, it's time to bid farewell to youth! I have experienced the sadness in the world.
A group of young college students were newly assigned to Unit 4. Looking at their youthful faces, I can't help thinking of myself. Looking out the photo album of 20 years ago, I was young and ignorant at that time. At that time, he was so young and thin, like a shy rose blooming quietly. At that time, the troubles were really simple, for a letter that I hadn't received for a long time, for someone sitting by the window in the library, for queuing up to buy a two-dollar movie ticket, and for an unexpected encounter with a boy I like. No matter the wind and rain, no matter the hardship, the young heart always lives and works with hope and sunshine, as if it were indestructible forever.
It's been twenty years.
I don't know when my dream was buried in my heart, and an old man was afraid to tell jokes when he died. I have a headache and a fever, so I dare not try to be brave and say that I am young. You can bear it after a sleep. I am interested in novelty. Like many people in those days, I am not surprised. It is very sophisticated to say that I have time to do serious things. After a long journey, the train of life is really overwhelmed. We have to unload or abandon many precious things loaded in our youth (like frivolous rhetoric), and even need to stop to make up for it before we can move on.
Confidence and pride have slipped away. Wearing clothes when going out is not afraid of being called old-fashioned or being afraid of being called act young. I envy young girls for looking good in anything. I said that youth is capital in my heart. I envy people over 60 years old. I said you dare to dress like this when you are old. When a person calms down, he will always hurt himself secretly and get tired of being besieged by fame and fortune. I really want to escape from the struggle in the workplace and the worldly world. I wish I could be as carefree as a innocent and lovely child, or as carefree as a healthy and refreshed old man, and have nothing to worry about. But this day is five to nine, as busy as a grandson. Every day is like winding a clock. If I slow down half a beat, I'm afraid I won't catch up with anything, and it will be a mess.
This is really an awkward time. Everyone is pointing at you. Now you face all the big problems in life. Children need to find a good school and a good teacher to go to school, and you have to accompany them to study and hold parent-teacher meetings. The elderly should find a good doctor in the hospital, and you should also accompany the elderly to register for medical treatment. You should have a steady income, have a good mood at work, and you'd better jump up. Sometimes I feel very tired and want to go on holiday and sleep in, but you are a donkey. You have to get up and grind, so that all ages can have food. You have to make proper arrangements so that the whole family can be in order. Children always say, Mom, what are we going to eat today? My husband always said that you should take good care of the children. I love my daughter deeply. Can you sit down and talk to me? I really want to have a quarrel, but I'd better save my energy for washing clothes and cooking. Even if I am exhausted, I will die on the road of grinding. You are the pillar of indomitable spirit, but you can't collapse; Without a pair of iron shoulders, why should we shoulder such a heavy responsibility!
When I was a child, I studied "for the sake of learning" and wanted to travel in the South China Sea like a poor monk. Up to now, you still can't travel, you can't see the place you dream of going.
Twenty years later, another hero has grown up. Counting his rings, the train of life has entered the autumn of life, and the gorgeous leaves will return to the soil. Time flies, still water is deep, silently say to young people, cherish it, don't be happy to fail the youth of life.
Goodbye, youth.
I thought it was a beam of sunshine in winter, and my whole life's youth was just waiting for it.
I thought it was a smile in a dream, and the glory of the afterlife was waiting for it.
Love is just a dream; More or less bitter, reluctant to leave.
Pain, just crying; Dry your tears, forget the past and start over.
Miss a little bitter, from then on acacia in the wind and rain.
We came together with a little sadness, and from then on, we lived in peace.
If there is a lot of helplessness in life, you just have to face it wholeheartedly.
Memory, the foreshadowing of youth, is always obsessed with the world of flowers. Dreams are the driving force of youth and the country we have been longing for. Youth is all we have, and no one can take it away or give it up. However, time is the grave of youth, but it also witnessed the hardships we have come along.
Over the years, I have always been confused and stumbled; It seems that I have never made any real plans for my youth. Many times I live in other people's world and regard myself as an ornament. Many times, I also understand how sad it is to live like this, perhaps because I have no will or I am not firm enough.
Experience seems to be proportional to age, and you gradually understand the relationship between people and things. Living in the present is mostly for self-seeking. Flattery, dependence on others and interests are everyone's trends. Lamenting the unfairness of society, but forgetting that this era was so cold and warm.
Emotional people always have too much unwillingness; It seems that, in the final analysis, I have to sympathize with this temperament. I am used to seeing people coming and going, listening to joys and sorrows, but I can't taste the warmth and coldness of the world, and I can't see the red dust rolling. If I just leave a red heart, how can I shine on the bright moon?
Sighing the lost youth, maybe it's worth it, maybe it's not? It's about family, friendship and maybe love. I thought people would die without love, but I forgot that love can't kill people. What I can't let go of is that chaotic heart.
Sometimes I hate myself, knowing that I can't, but I have to go forward bravely; Knowing that you will face it eventually, you just run away; There are so many unrealistic things that I forget how to say them.
I met you in my best time, and I fixed that moment as happiness. At that time, I paid a lot for this happiness, but the more I paid, the farther away happiness was from me. So I am confused and unpredictable, but I gradually understand that happiness needs peace and love needs precipitation. After all this is calm, the rest is really your own. The fleeting youth, dribs and drabs, is cut into old memories.
I like the word traveler as if I were myself. I have always thought that life is a process of gain and loss. What can I miss and pursue? If you fall in love with a landscape, you will pursue it regardless, even for her flaws, which is also a preference. Just because you like it, you can tolerate all of her. However, not everyone will wait and pursue for irrelevant people or things.
I like to taste tea. The fragrance of tea is faint and distant, but the taste is bitter but sweet, such as the bitterness and joy of youth, which makes people memorable.
I like listening to light music in the middle of the night, and I like melody. It's long but refreshing, as if I suddenly looked back at the beautiful images in my search. The ethereal feeling stirs my sleep. I only know that some people, some things, care too much, but the more painful they are.
Many times, happiness lingers around us, but we forget it. Maybe we are too demanding and always miss happiness.
Youth is happiness, casual acquaintance, encounter, love, and how many emotions are intertwined: tolerance and understanding, or love, or hate. Only such youth will eventually pass away, and those who are used to seeing the scenery may be moved when they look back at themselves.
When we love, we should set her free; When you don't love, let love be free. Don't wait for someone who shouldn't wait, and don't be heartbroken.
Cruel people choose to hurt others; Good people choose to hurt themselves. However, time is the best medicine, and after a long time, it can be cured. This is how time makes deep things deeper and shallow things shallower.
Many times it really takes a long time to understand what kind of people and things you really miss. You will get used to everything, such as parting and missing. Youth will always end, and it seems that it is time to say goodbye to her!
Wave, goodbye, youth, this fleeting time, no regrets, the face in that beautiful time, gradually blurred, buried all the memories.
I set everyone's background music to reappear yesterday. I never thought that a song could be my mood, but it just reflected my life. Now I see the girl when I was a child again. Once every ten years makes you feel unreal, just like we went to school together yesterday. Ten years later, we recognized each other's faces easily. I vaguely remember the photo taken many years ago, but our lives are different. I listened to it again and again, but I listened to the familiar melody more than once. More than one pain and more than one love have precipitated so many changes here that it is difficult to forget it easily.
I listened to the intersection where the phoenix blooms, and Terry Lin's voice made me want to cry. Farewell to my university is also a season when Xiamen Phoenix blooms. I have seen that kind of fiery red color, burning warmly on the branches, just like a person's most youthful appearance. I bid farewell to my college friends, which also means that I bid farewell to my best years, a carefree time, and abandoned all my responsibilities. A silent world covered by adults' hands, without the infiltration of secular voices. You know, I can't bear to part with that pure place. Because ten years later, I don't know where I am. I know that our time is a story that can't be returned. Since then, countless tears and sighs have been implanted, and then turned into yellow and wrinkled memories in the drawer. I can't repeat every expression at that time, bright colors and clean smiles. Many years later, I am definitely not the girl you used to like. I will write warm words, travel around to collect beautiful scenery, say a word about silly children, and dress like a bird flying freely in the sky. The girl you once liked may be crushed by life or become a middle-aged woman in the secular world, but you are still tall and handsome, looking for your own happiness. I can't accept such a future, but fate has never greeted me. Although I have been working hard, it has pushed me to the edge of the cliff and shattered at any time. I want to go forward bravely and be fearless. So there is no tree to cover it when it rains, so no one opens an umbrella under the scorching sun. I just hope there is a pool under the cliff, not a cave.
No port will stay forever. In my mind, there is a intersection where the phoenix blooms, and there are my most cherished friends. This is just an image. Perhaps in the corridor of a weekend night, in the bustling city where people come and go, on bicycles, in canteens, in classrooms, where there is no intersection, where there is no shadow of us, it feels like the sun has put away all its gifts and recalled its shadow. Goodbye, my friend; Goodbye, my touch; Goodbye, my youth. Since then, I have stopped contacting and searching. You must have forgotten me. I know you will leave me one by one. In my city, there is no coffee.
But I don't have enough confidence to reach the future I want; But I don't have enough pride to support myself through suffering. What I can do is to do well now. The beauty I once had and the personnel I could not retain will disappear from my life bit by bit. I just want peace. I am selfish. I have to live a good life by myself first.
Maybe one day, I will become a wanderer and retire from the Jianghu.
Now I will experience one of my biggest challenges, which is related to my life.
Goodbye Youth Essay 7 When gray will replace black, when I learn to put silence and cigarette butts together in the ashes, I know that youth has gone away from me.
Dusty guitar, playing a few chords, I don't know when I got used to silence, hiding behind a pile of unfinished manuscripts, and slowly yellowing with the handwriting at any time.
A thick, such as haze, such as rain, such as wind, such as sandstorm, after unforgettable scars to bury the pain, the cocoon will be planted in the lost youth.
Youth has become a piece of soil, stirred by overturned soil, and filled with the dust source of my thoughts. The soil of youth has not been pieced together into a complete picture, and I can't even copy the posture of smiling in the sun. The days are just filled with daily necessities.
I searched all over the street, looking for a few cents of cigarettes when I learned to smoke when I was a child. I am searching in my life, looking for every childish face skipped from the impression of life, looking for a shabby picture book, looking for a top page, looking for Guo Rong, looking for people from the bottom of the Atlantic. Facing the brand-new image, we took off our white shirts, red scarves and white sneakers. At the moment we tied the tie, we were young and bid farewell to reality.
Goodbye, youth. It is a kind of injury that cannot be faced. Turbid tears flooded every corner of the memory along the rough face, and the Yuanmingyuan in the memory stood horizontally, with only remnants.
It's incomplete. ...
Unable to say goodbye from the corners of the mouth, the branches and buds of youth have been covered with heavy molts, and layers of annual rings have been drawn outside the axis of youth, standing outside the axis of memory and reality. The green vine of memory collapsed with the building and stood as a tombstone to commemorate youth.
Goodbye, youth. Say goodbye to the pain of youth and first love. Goodbye, that field full of golden rape flowers. Goodbye to the hard red bike and the missing bell, goodbye to the picture book and the notebook full of lyrics. I can't say goodbye, but after saying goodbye, I got a face of tears.
I looked at the ever-changing prosperity and listened to the loud noise in my heart, but I fell into such deep sadness. I don't know from the moment when youth turned around, from the moment when we broke up resolutely, from the moment when we spilled shredded textbooks on the Bailong River, and from the moment when we picked up a glass to comfort ourselves, we lost ourselves in the field of thought, in the empty palm, in the familiar and unfamiliar street, a kind of loss was planted in our hearts, and a kind of loss was always built on the scars of youth.
I wonder when this pain will recur. I don't know when the pain will involve my heart and keep me awake. I only know that when I look up at the meteor in the sky, the memory of youth will fall with the meteor, burying a memory, a person, a smile and a past self.
Goodbye, youth. I cut off my long hair and the soft beard on my lips, so I didn't have time to prepare for my departure. I looked for a summer to let tears pour down with the rainstorm, just to prevent others from seeing the crying expression. Looking for a tree to meditate, Yin Meng and I buried the past together. When I wiped the dust with my palm, the gravel of memory cut my hand, and I sucked the wound, and tears dripped on the wound of my palm and heart again.
Goodbye, youth ...
Farewell to Youth Essay 8 I returned to Champagne for the last time before I joined the company, the place where I studied for more than five years, the campus that burned my youth for five years. At the end of an experience, it is inevitable to say goodbye, but this time, I deeply feel that I want to say goodbye to my best friend who has been with me for many years and my youth who died inadvertently. On Thursday night in summer, my brother Yang Mo Wei Li Ai and I had a drink because of the damp and dim light. In the past, there were always some chapters emerging in my ordinary life. Everyone is lamenting the passage of time, but no one will ever find a clue to tell me where the time has gone.
On Friday morning, at seven o'clock sharp, I walked out of my summer house and walked east along the road. This is the nanotechnology building that I have been experimenting with for five years. It is a modern three-story building surrounded by red brick walls. I have been here for five years, and this is my first time. Looking at the building from this angle, most of the building is blocked by the wall of the west loading area. The most conspicuous is the floor-to-ceiling glass window at the main entrance. The parking lot at the gate is still empty, just like my mood at that time, full of complicated and unspeakable feelings, but it is also empty.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
I didn't think I couldn't let go. I thought the adventure ahead would be more exciting and full of hope, but I still can't let go. I can't let go of the tranquility of this peaceful town, the lovely people and the youth that once burned in this wall.
On Friday night, I chatted with Xia Xiaoge until the evening. We have known each other for ten years. Although we have never been inseparable, we also appreciate each other. When I left on Saturday, Xia Gesai gave me a letter. When I got home, I opened it three times. I felt a lot at once. We went all the way from Zhejiang University to Sydney and then to this champagne town. May this friendship accompany us all our lives.
Shakespeare said that love and death are eternal themes, and I think loneliness is the same.
Have a heart, born lonely.
Struggling in the torrent of time, gradually, my eyes are full of inescapable traces of time. The four seasons cycle, people come and go around, wind, frost, rain and snow, and the space for the soul is getting bigger and bigger. In this bustling world, one day, when your ideal is realized, you may have a full life, career and family. You will always have a pair of lonely hands, and when you are not careful, you will gently stroke your heart with your fingertips.
Gao wrote in his lyrics: Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distant fields.
I don't know if this is romantic or pessimistic. Poetry and field are also lonely, and its charm is far away.
Goodbye, youth.
Farewell to Youth Essay 9 What you once hated and tried to change may become something you miss when it really changes. This is life. Who knows? People's growth is always accompanied by the end of many first experiences. Falling in love with someone for the first time, experiencing those heartfelt joys and sorrows and then breaking up; Wandering away from home for the first time, experienced that kind of helpless despair, and then let it go; The first job, experienced the confusion of entering the society at first, and then grew up. People grow up bit by bit after experiencing these initial experiences, and youth gradually fades after experiencing these initial experiences of joy or sadness.
Last working day, disgusting night shift. The company is still in good order and everything is as usual. When I really want to leave this place where I have complained countless times, I am a little reluctant. What do I want? A farewell party? In the words of the seniors in the department, the company is too big to be affected by someone's departure. However, people are always sentimental. In the blink of an eye. After working for three years, I feel like a senior. I had mixed feelings when I punched in the card for the last time. When I turned to look at the company gate, I suddenly had an idea: my youth is over.
Yes, my youth is really over. It's not a photo of my graduation from high school, not a graduation ceremony I didn't attend in college, but an early morning when I turned around and left my first unit. In a blink of an eye, the lush years are gone forever, and the teenager is nearly thirty. There are no more "just classmates and teenagers" around. The students around me are either married, working hard for their wives and children, or having a small career, busy meeting customers and talking about business, or at a loss, still looking for the direction of life and hitting a wall everywhere.
Recalling that we came to the high-speed train in this city, we talked about the future with great expectation and ambition. Now only three students are still working hard in the company, and I have to go, so let's go our separate ways. This feeling is not a loss, but a sigh. The ability of time scattered the people who had met.
I'm about to start a new life, a landscape I've never seen before. Life smoothes our edges and corners, but it won't erase hope. Walking against the wind is the greatness of mankind! Everyone I met in these three years blessed you and thanked me for my first job, which made me grow up. And, most importantly, farewell to my youth!