Youth is a song, which is sometimes full of freshness and comfort like a small bridge, sometimes full of passion like the rising sun, and sometimes full of vigor and roughness like the bright moon in the sky. It is synonymous with vitality, a strong and unyielding spiritual force and another interpretation of facing difficulties directly. To cherish youth is to learn to give up. When you are addicted to exciting video games, when you show off your style on the wide basketball court, when you dance in front of that wonderful TV series ... Youth slips away inadvertently. At this point, you have to put down your beloved mouse and go to the "voluminous" desk and work hard; You have to abandon your beloved basketball and run to a quiet library to keep company with books; You have to let go of what you like in your heart, pick up a pen and rush to the "battlefield" ... In this way, only when you have a ruthless contest with that playful heart and make choices and give up again and again between gains and losses, can you really know how to cherish youth.
Cherishing youth means knowing how to be strong. Don't be nervous and don't hesitate when you see a paper that disappoints you. The journey of youth will have bumps and thorns. As long as you face it calmly, you will always reap the glory of tomorrow. When you fall down again and again on the muddy road, don't lose heart, let alone be disappointed. As long as you fall down and get up resolutely, you will always see a bright tomorrow, and you will see success beckoning to you.
To cherish youth is to know how to love. We are all children who grew up in love and happiness. We all know how to love, and we should also know how to love. Because we are afraid of making mistakes, we may not dare to challenge, because we can't see the dawn of success, and we may be afraid of challenges. However, when you finally succeed by doing something difficult under the care of others, it is enough to prove the power of love. Love is the power in the world. It gives you courage to face failure and stand up again in failure. A person who knows how to love, his return to society is love. When a person shows consideration and concern for others in a small matter that has nothing to do with himself, he is undoubtedly the person who knows how to love best.
Cherish youth, we must dare to struggle. No matter how good the conditions and environment are, if you are too lazy to struggle, you will definitely not succeed. I live a leisurely life, and I have enough spiritual food-books. If I am too lazy to think and study hard, then even if the conditions are superior, I won't get anything. Because "no pains, no gains" and "genius comes from diligence", only with your own hard sweat can you blossom the flower of success. Just like a fertile land, but farmers are too lazy to cultivate, and there will still be no results. On the contrary, as long as you struggle, dare to practice and are not lazy, you will certainly succeed.
So cherish youth, because "an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". Youth is gone forever. How to make our youth more meaningful? That depends on your actions.
Junior High School Youth Day Praise Youth Composition II
"Maybe the stars in the sky dominate our destiny." On the day of graduation, you gave me a box of incense sticks and said so. I paused, but tears accumulated in my eyes for a moment: "Maybe." I tried to stay calm and answer you. We have always been friends. We have never disagreed or quarreled. Gemini, someone once said that about us. We invited each other to each other's home for their birthdays, and we stayed together for a year, writing novels, drawing illustrations and playing games. Remember the week when the girl turned me down. At that time, you were with me Classroom, playground, pedestrian street, small garden … almost all these places have our memories. I remember, Ming.
Now, the candle is still there, but we are no longer in contact. If I remember correctly, last week was your birthday, but we were not together. However, I can still smell the faint youth breath called friendship in the fragrance of candles. My heart is singing, and the name of that song is youth.
I got to know you when I entered a new school. "We should work together." You cheer me up.
"I want to be a writer when I grow up, and words are really a beautiful expression." I don't know which afternoon, you said this to me. The setting sun shines on your face, and your eyes are shining with light, full of dreams. I paused for a moment, and then inadvertently a radian appeared on the corner of my mouth: "Really, what a coincidence, me too." Bend down, pick up a ginkgo garden, and imagine making it a bookmark, so that the words are also stained with the fragrance of leaves.
Then, there are those days when you work hard in all kinds of free time. We are both our own readers and each other's readers. We began to write about our youth and dreams, exchanged views with each other, smiled at each other again and again, and our eyes were shining, full of longing for our dreams. I remember, Ji.
Looking at a piece of paper, you can feel the persistent youth named dream under the calm words by gently rubbing your fingertips on it. My heart is singing, and the name of that song is youth.
Youth's hope
The fallen leaves in late autumn have gone with the wind, and the cold wind has brought the news of frost. The final exam is close at hand, and there is not much change, but we can all feel the pressure that goes deep into the skin like a cold wind.
"Every exam is like an invisible war." You laughed and joked, looking at the hazy scenery outside the classroom window through the steam. "This is a hazy landscape, just like hope." Your faint sigh. I walked up to him and said, "It is because of obscurity that people want to see clearly and chase." Reach out and wipe the water vapor off the window with your palm. My palms are cold, and my eyes are suddenly enlightened. "Hope is like heaven. As long as you work hard, even if you just pass by heaven, it is enough to make people cry happily. " I solemnly wrote this sentence on the last page of my notebook.
Looking at my "painted a landscape" window, I can see the eternal youth named hope under the steam. My heart is singing, and the name of that song is youth.
I want to give those times a youthful name. My heart is singing, and the name of that song is youth.
Postscript: This is a wayward idea. I hope he can slow down and make everything as good as ever. I can sweat on the playground and play in the fields with you. We will take a long path with dense phoenix leaves on the horizon, and we will pass by beautiful flower fields. The air is full of the fragrance of unknown wild flowers. We will be together for a long time, and we don't need to consider when to separate. This is indeed a wayward idea, but the age that allows us to be wayward is our youth.
This is our youth, even if it is frozen, it should be in full bloom!
Finally, I, thank you very much for having time with you.
The second day Youth Day Praise Youth Composition III
Before we could react, the lines of youth were written into music and played their own unique melody. One second, there was laughter in the classroom, and the next, there was only the sound of a pencil scratching the paper. I only hate that time is too short, but with you on the road to youth, I won't be lonely in grade three. Meeting-a prelude to poetry
The first time we met in military training, your strange and energetic face made me forget my fear when I left my parents for the first time. "Eat something, but don't be hungry." I feel a little dizzy because it is too hot. I didn't expect my unfamiliar classmates to care so much about me. Looking at your sweet smile, feeling your kindness and innocence, I feel a little cold and warm in my heart. In this way, I stepped into the school gate of junior high school and wrote the preface of the poem: Meeting you was my most beautiful accident.
Acquaintance-the beginning of poetry
We welcomed the first opening ceremony together, and gradually we got to know each other. As freshmen, we don't adapt to the next seven subjects. We failed the exam and couldn't concentrate in class. Anxiety occupied my heart. I can't help crying. At this moment, my hand reached out. I looked up. It's my friend Xiao, "What are you crying for? You are good at math, I am good at Chinese, we can complement each other and our grades will improve. " In this way, we studied together in the corridor, classroom and playground, and we spent the first day together. The beginning of writing a poem: I cherish knowing you, and your voice has become the main theme of my youth.
Knowing each other-the theme of poetry
Without the naughty in grade one, we become more calm in grade two. We participated in the sports meeting together, celebrated the New Year together, and performed at the sports carnival together ... The most unforgettable thing in retrospect was the 800-meter race at the sports meeting "Come on, come on, come on!" The students held hands and encouraged each other. Accompanied by cheers, my friends and I stood on the runway. "bang!" With a gunshot, the game began. On the first lap and the second lap, I suddenly tripped. I fell to the ground with a sharp pain in my knee. I can't help thinking: Is this the end? "Get up!" She pulled me up, just three words, but powerful, so I was greatly encouraged, I will stick to it! In this way, I stubbornly ran through the finish line with her, spent the second day, and wrote the main body of the poem together: I am infinitely grateful to know you, and your company has made me no longer lonely on the road of youth.
Photo-the end of the poem
The bell of the third day has rung. In the classroom, we bend our heads to write papers and turn over books. On the playground, we were panting and sweating. The third day is bitter: we will get lost in the sea of questions and run around on the playground until we are exhausted. But the third day also has its fragrance: our friendship is like coffee powder thrown into boiling hot water, which gives off a strong aroma after the experience. I'll never forget you sweating and saying "insist" when you run, and I'll never forget the back of your patient lectures. The poem is drawing to a close, but our friendship will not end: I have engraved your brand on the road of youth. May we remember each other and walk through the last moment of junior high school together.
We wrote this touching poem together, which will be remembered in our hearts forever. You had no regrets when you were young.