High school youth inspirational composition 1 red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, write colorful youth poems.
Red, life is gorgeous, who has no dreams in his heart? Who has no love in his heart? Who has no romance in his heart? Youth is like a burning flame, burning a new world! Red is the color of chasing dreams; Red is the color of blood and sweat; Red is the color that shows inner unruly belief! Use my red heart to map my brilliant future!
Orange, growth glory. Who doesn't have disappointment and panic in the vast darkness? Who hasn't stopped on the road of struggle? Who is not complacent on the road to success? Orange is the color of growth, progress and success, and it is strong and unyielding in ups and downs; Stand firm in disappointment and frustration; China rose in sadness and depression, orange, in the boundless sea of learning, singing colorful music in my heart!
Green is the essence of life. Wind and rain can't push it down, frustration can't push it down, and pride can't beat it down, just to stand on the cliff of life and look at life. Ten years of cold window, more than ten years of asceticism and more than ten years of hard work are just to water the green grass in the corridor of life and to struggle in the ocean of life, just to lay a great foundation for life!
Blue is all-encompassing. Maybe others laugh at you when you fail; Maybe others ridicule you when you are frustrated; Maybe someone else provoked you when you were depressed. Never mind, the impetuousness of youth will devour rational judgment. Let us experience this colorful youth with tolerance, wisdom and reason, watch the blue sky, overcome recklessness with blue tolerance, melt the ice with blue affection, and embrace this colorful youth with love and enthusiasm!
Colorful and regretless youth! If youth is the sea, then the colorful light is the boat, which takes us to appreciate the infinite charm of the sea, illuminates the direction of progress with its own shimmer, so that we will not be confused, let red smear our blood and move forward bravely; Let orange sweep away our youth and embrace life; Let green awaken our lives, be strong and unyielding; Let blue erase our impetuousness and reason, let us meet the challenge with colorful light and overcome ourselves!
A little color, a little light, gorgeous or plain, always contains the supreme philosophy, picking out the gorgeous from the ordinary and fishing for gold from the sand.
Let's plug in colorful wings and soar;
Let's put on the hope of tomorrow and sing loudly;
Let's light the candles of life and desire;
Let's rush to the future with the blood of youth!
I vaguely opened my eyes, and the dream that I have never forgotten was vaguely reflected in my mind, like a thin layer of fog on the bright glass, and my brain changed from fuzzy to clear, but suddenly I found that it was another night of silence.
Most of the people in the dormitory have already got up, only a few people who are obsessed with bed have a sad face and are doing the last where you are going. After washing, the day's life becomes monotonous again, as if the classroom, dormitory and canteen are always fixed, and the three points are like a huge triangle, which imprisons our arrogant nature, and the colorful' youth' is painted into a simple black and white movie. The world we live in has also changed from the original beautiful scenery to a triangle. Science is boring. I am extremely sensitive to those numbers and complicated formulas. I couldn't help falling asleep when I saw those figures. Jing M.Guo once vividly summed up the "gap". He said: "I won't do force analysis on flying football and then study its trajectory." I won't just look at the bubbles coming out of the pond to study whether it is air or methane. I can't, but my classmates can. This is the gap. "
I think the gap between me and my classmates is the same. Whenever I see the science teacher standing on the podium, dancing happily and chattering endlessly, I will look at the big wall clock in the corner, watch the time go by, feel indescribable bright and clear in my heart, and then fall asleep. ...
My childhood was unremarkable. I didn't live in a prominent family that was either rich or expensive, but I still spent more than ten years happily. But in the future, I still need to work hard. I need to work hard and study hard from now on ... My head hurts when I think of this, and I am holding my head on the table in a daze. The light will hit my face through the gap in the classroom curtain, and the whole morning will pass from my lethargy without leaving a trace, accompanied by the crowd coming out of the classroom.
Walking in the bustling crowd, looking at the insensitive and expressionless faces, I even find it difficult to breathe. Time is like a huge torrent, and I drowned it. In the quiet passing of the cardamom years, a series of clear and indelible scratches were left.
The dribs and drabs of youth draw strange curves in the sky of life, like a clumsy child doodling between heaven and earth with crayons. In the joyful laughter, all the joys and sorrows are silently forgotten.
Listen to your heartbeat quietly, as if listening to the footsteps on the road of youth.
Getting lighter and lighter,
Farther and farther away.
Youth is a kind of beautiful sadness. Those cities whose faces are in the sky, those cities whose faces have been washed away, all fall in the wheel of fate. From then on, passers-by will turn around in different fates and crawl in different scars. Did you cry when the train rumbled and crushed our beautiful youth?
There is always a person who leaves a faint scar in his heart; There is always a story that we can't forget; There is always such youth, reminding us that the corners of our mouths are full of sweet smiles. However, after years of glimpses, we will all grow, we will lose in growth, and we will understand in loss that nothing is eternal.
In the dark, I cried my eyes out, only to find that tears are salty and smiles are bitter. I thought that the friend who walked hand in hand with us in the sun would be my life partner, but I didn't know that he was just an important passer-by. I thought I could go on smiling all the time, but I didn't know it, but I kept crying with a forced smile.
Youth, let us know how sweet the smile is, how bitter the tears are and how painful the heart is.
Young people don't understand that youth is fleeting, and they want to keep the years they are chasing, but they can only stand in the wind and be silent. It turned out that it slipped through our fingers inadvertently. Then we have been chasing the footprints of the wind, quietly listening to the sound of the sea on the golden beach, step by step footprints instantly covered by sand, leaving no trace.
The hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows. If there is no if, will time stop for us? The ebb and flow of the sunset I once saw was buried by time, turned into bubbles and dissipated in the air.
Youth is a touch of color in my hand. I added a lot of inexplicable colors to it. I spend every day laughing, which belongs to youth. Suddenly, youth is coming to an end. Who knows what youth is like? Maybe it's perfect, maybe it once smiled at me, maybe everything is a fantasy.
The people I met and the youth I missed have already ended grandly. Don't need others to understand, also don't care about other people's evaluation. Acquaintances, one thing after another, are gradually submerged in the quicksand of the years. Many things that should be forgotten must be remembered, but many things that should be remembered cannot be remembered. The original dream, turning around and looking back vaguely, vanished in a snap of your fingers.
High school youth inspirational composition 4 Pick up small dreams in the vast sea of people. No matter whether it is light or dark, I am sowing hard every day, soaking the tears of struggle and sprinkling the blood rain of sacrifice. I believe that one day, I will harvest the fruits of my dreams and let them support my life.
Pick up dreams in poverty
"Take a nap at the moment, and you will dream; Work hard at this moment and you will realize your dream. " Poverty is not terrible. What is terrible is that you are willing to be poor. Because of poverty, you have lost your dream and pursuit. There was a group boss. When he was young, he was poor and surrounded by his family. No one respects him, including his wife. Since then, he dreamed of starting his own family workshop, so he went into the sea alone and worked hard. In just ten years, he went from a poor boy with nothing, to a small boss with his own family workshop, and then to a private enterprise boss with assets of hundreds of millions. He picked up his dreams in poverty and put them into action with his goals. Even though he is very young, he can achieve something. Dreams are not out of reach and poverty is not immutable. Overcome yourself, pick up your dreams, set sail, and let your dreams support the backbone of life.
Chasing dreams in the dark
Fate often changes a person in an instant. Li Duan, 18 years old, a member of the China Youth Basketball Team, suddenly lost his sight because of an accidental fire extinguisher explosion. In the face of sudden disasters and sudden reversal of fate, he did not give up, the world around him was dark, and his heart did not lose light. He didn't pour out the melancholy and inevitability of "and a moment that should last forever" when he lost basketball, but began to explore the dark world, learn blind massage, conduct long jump training ... and finally found his own new world on the runway and bunker. From then on, he planted a dream seed in his heart-to become an Olympic champion. After countless leaps of running, stepping, jumping and flying, and countless times of sweat and tears, he finally won the long jump champion of the Beijing Paralympic Games with excellent results and broke the world record. He proved to the world that he is a dream catcher in the dark with his vigorous posture of prancing and jumping. Even if his eyes can't see the color, he should make his life colorful, and step on the pedal of chasing dreams in the dark, not to jump back to yesterday, but to take off.
A dream in struggle
In remote valleys and cliffs, lilies and weeds grow together, and lilies try their best to absorb rain and sunshine and stand on the cliffs to take root and sprout; Weeds are disdainful, and sometimes bees, butterflies and birds fly to laugh at it. Lily doesn't care about others' ridicule. It knows that its dream is to prove itself by flowering. Lily has experienced wind and rain, bathed in cold and heat, and finally bloomed beautiful flowers, becoming a unique scenery on the cliff. Walking from a remote village to a school in County No.1 Middle School, I decided to go out of the mountains and go to the outside world to find my own blue sky. I am like a lily on a cliff. No matter how hard the road to study is and how tortuous the road to dream is, I will sing forward without fear. How can the wind and rain of poverty stop my thirst for knowledge, and how can humble origins bind me to pursue my dreams? I am hungry, sucking the rain and dew of knowledge, bathing in the sunshine of social love, dreaming and trying to bloom. Realize dreams in struggle, bloom brilliant flowers of success, and prop up the backbone of life.
Bing Xin, a poet, said, "The flower of success is often admired for its brilliance. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. " Her words suddenly awakened my heart, and the pain along the way disappeared with the wind, which nourished and warmed my numb heart in the struggle, just like the blood seeping into my bones, which filled my whole person with blood and strength, and then I was full of dreams!
Yes! Dreams need sowing, but also need tears of struggle and blood rain of sacrifice. I will raise my sails, bravely sail the boat of dreams, sail forward under the impetus of the wind, reach the other side of success, and let my dreams support the backbone of life.