Lyric prose in juvenile style

Whose boyhood is not beautiful like a song, whose boyhood is not unique; Whose childhood left no memory of wheatgrass; Whose boyhood was not ambitious and broad-minded. On the sports field, energetic teenagers are running, sweating bitterly, spreading dreams, confidence and persistence, stepping up their pace, panting, exhausted and sweating like rain, forming a symphony. Persistence is victory, and struggle is hope. Go ahead and never give up. How much sweat and tears cast the dream of youth, how much firm belief and personality cast the glory of youth. The senior high school entrance examination is coming, so many beautiful figures in the classroom are working hard, down-to-earth, working hard, rubbing paper and pen, brushing, reviewing materials are already overhead, and blank' answer sheets' are dancing with the wind.

Some people are happy, others are sad, and so on. Over the past few years, the tense and fulfilling study career, the fingers holding the pen, have been honed by years, with calluses or blisters. Some finger joints are deformed. My eyes have long been bloodshot or slightly swollen, but I have been fighting drowsiness and fatigue. I still appeared in the center of the examination room with firm belief and high fighting spirit. I still have the confidence and desire to never give up and win the championship in one fell swoop. Who knows that it is beyond the imagination of teenagers; There are talented people and beautiful women, always outstanding in the same trench, and there are elites everywhere. Faced with the unsatisfactory chaos, teenagers have to grit their teeth and endure the cynicism, gossip, criticism and complaints of their parents. The teacher's criticism and reprimand, all kinds of disappointments on the young shoulders, beating the young fragile heart. After some reflection and enlightenment, the teenager still holds his head high, continues his studies and realizes his dreams.

Everyone else is running, but they don't surrender at all. They are at the zenith of the moon, studying hard at their desks. Under the desk lamp, it is still a prominent figure of teenagers, and teenagers can use it. Hard work, tenacious struggle, persistent pursuit, enjoy it, on the eve of graduation, I relaxed and sighed. If you graduate, you are particularly excited, your friendship is particularly precious, your friends are particularly enchanting, the sun burns gently, and the entanglement and estrangement have long since vanished.

Teenagers, with excited tears, said goodbye with a smile, no longer blushing for a difficult problem, no longer embarrassed by drawing a clear 38th parallel at the same table, and no longer envious and jealous of being better than me. No longer complain about the past and the lost years, but draw a happy ending with a knowing smile, which is also the departure of youth. Say goodbye to the past with a smile, face the future bravely, have everlasting friendship, swear that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and promise a different wonderful future with hard work and perseverance!

Teenagers, teenagers, although rebellious and sad, but our will is tenacious, although our emotions are changeable, but our beliefs are eternal, youth is as beautiful as a song, blessing and struggle are the title song, struggle is the main theme, friendship vows are symphonies, that is, the heroic and high-spirited youth style!