Chapter 1: Prose on the theme of youth will be sudden if life is fleeting. The preciousness of time is that you can't go back, and the preciousness of youth is that you struggle endlessly, during which dreams and joy coexist.
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Some people say that youth is the intoxication of poets singing; Some people say that youth is the brilliance of a painter's pen; Others say that youth is the passion in a singer's throat. In my heart, I feel that youth is wrapped in a green coat, but with colorful dreams. Everyone is firm in his steps, walking deeply in the most surging corner of his heart with sweet or bitter melody. We are all experiencing the waves of life, study and work, sometimes confused and sometimes painful, but only by working hard can we leave the most sincere smile in our youth!
Youth is not passion.
However, youth is full of passion. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the body, youth is endowed with new vitality and unlimited struggle power; Although small, it is an indispensable part of stimulating youth by shuttling among people who are rushing for life; When immersed in words and data, novelty and whimsy actively jump in the melody of work; When I visited the mountains and rivers happily, I shouted loudly that my youth is my master. At this moment, the dream is on the road to struggle. Whether facing work or life, youth means having passion and dreams to burn the times.
Youth is not showing off.
However, youth needs publicity. Youth is indeed a kind of capital saved by each of us, an innate capital. But, dear, we must remember, please don't squander this short-lived youth, let alone deliberately show off. The publicity and cry of youth is a declaration of war on dreams by struggle. In fact, there is only one step between dream and reality. The key is whether we have taken this step with struggle. There will never be a genius in this world. We are all ordinary people. Don't say why others have succeeded, while you and I are still marking time. First of all, people should have absolute confidence in doing things, firmly believe that struggle can achieve their dreams, and never deny their abilities. When we embrace our ideals, preach and declare war, you have taken the first step.
Youth has no boundaries.
In the feast of youth, we all cried and laughed. We all have no choice but to wander, and we have been passionate. No one has ever accurately defined the age limit of youth, let alone divided the journey of struggle. The spirit of teenagers constitutes our youth symphony and metrical poem, which is a symphony of the soul and a metrical poem of the soul. In that touching melody and charm, we work hard, mature and grow, and along the way, we will have the other half of life, our own home and our beloved son. Perhaps, I feel that youth is gone forever, but the concert of youth has gone far together in the struggle of determination and confidence.
Struggle is not a blind fight.
"If something happens, there is another way. If you cross the rubicon, 120 Qin Guan will end in Chu; Hard-working people, the sky pays off, go forward bravely, and 3,000 Yue families can swallow Wu. " Every time I am infected by this magnificent statement, my blood always boils. However, the real wise man in life is a passionate person, but he will not be lost by glitz and passion and always know his goals. In the era of struggle, we stay awake and always let us realize our own level and set our own direction in life. Everyone has his own goals, but life will not make life's test questions so simple, and there will always be a fork in the road. Youth is fighting and blood. Only by casting the right direction can we step into the colorful hall of success more steadily.
Struggle is not shouting.
Youth cries in struggle. Time flies like water, and time flies without interest. Ordinary people will eventually shout and face the endless blue sky. Youth turns around and sees a life that needs enrichment and struggle. If you sincerely admire and respect those brave people who have perseverance, tenacious fighting spirit and never give up, then we also firmly believe that the hesitation after shouting and noise needs to be disintegrated and eliminated with persistent struggle. Horn will be accompanied by action, in the journey of youth, become strong, become independent and face life and work more bravely. In any case, everything we encounter in this life will be the wealth after our youth struggle, and you and I will cherish it even more.
There is no end to the struggle.
Youth symbolizes that you and I are still young, so how should you and I put this rare youth? If you find your persistence, pursue your dreams and sum up your practice in youth, I think this is the true meaning of youth-struggle. Struggle is a process of overcoming all kinds of difficulties for one goal, which will be full of pressure, pain and frustration.
I want to end with Qu Yuan's "The road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan, so I will go up and down to find it", because I'm on the road. Because the struggle of youth is endless.
Youth is as transparent as wine,
Yipin,
A glass of wine,
Hard work has a taste.
Chapter two: Youth theme prose has a period of youth, which is reserved for eternity. Cut it for a while and put it in the most beautiful section. Keep it forever, over time. Just once again, the fleeting time has changed our appearance all the way. Sent away our youth and left it to us. Such a night is a different mood, reflecting the years. Late at night, I want to express my inner paragraphs in words, but I can't write the whole mood after all. Carrying these fleeting years wandering in the years, there is no quiet place after all. It seems that I can't let go of everything I have precipitated. Because it's best to put it in your heart. There is no safer place than keeping it in your heart. So let this fleeting time be buried in my heart. Never mention it again, let time end. Let it be silent eternity,
There was a time of youth and burial. There are always some people who are desperate, but they can't stay in the end. There are always some words that I can't say, and I don't have to say them until the end. Bury the past, we have too much silence. It's like meeting on the road of time, but you pretend you didn't see anything. Many years have passed, and I have been holding on here. Time passes here, and there is no paragraph I want. Maybe next time, I will meet a better shore. Time flies across a stranger, and we finally drift away. It's too late to say goodbye, and it's too late. Crying in the past, everything will go to heaven. It's already ready, just waiting for us to pass by.
There is a kind of sadness, destined to be a tune in life. Practice all the way from injury, and the autumn leaves can only go with the wind. Passers-by who go far can only silently bless, maybe life is a choice. It is also a trace of cherishing fate and going all the way along time. Finding this is called the end of the year, and we have only experienced it once. Time finally tells us that so many followers have separated in the fleeting time. What is a fleeting time? Time tells us. What is eternity? Standing alone on the mountain peak in the dark. I seem to be isolated from the world, with no sound or noise. It's so bleak. So quiet, those silent years. Only quiet company and this quiet night,
Cherish people and cherish the road you have traveled. As time goes by, the things around us go further and further. What can stay is yours, and some roads are different. Time will eventually send the person who got on the wrong bus farther and farther. Life is a train. Stop-and-go, there are stops, where people are crowded. In a hurry, someone took the wrong bus all the way. Someone has missed his stop. It seems that every scene is repeating itself. How long does it take to meet the right person when you meet someone on the road? There are really too few people in this world to meet.
There is a kind of pain, I choose to be silent forever. Some words choose not to mention, and some roads choose to walk quietly. Some people have feelings, and sometimes they are doomed. It is the peak of strangers, and some people pass by our lives. Never leave a trace, some people are destined to leave a trace. But I mistakenly thought that the tragedy of other lives never stopped. It's just different ways, different places and different people. There is some pain, and we don't need to tell everyone. Because not all the pain can be said, some injuries are really speechless. It can be expressed that it can only be buried silently in words, which is the witness of our world and the fleeting time.
At first, you finally experienced an ending. Become a strong self with dreams. I finally got what I wanted. Remember the beginning. You are still the funny you, and time has passed quickly. We have more silence, but less language. Walking at the beginning of acquaintance, I recall the pictures that have gone away. As if it happened yesterday, I was speechless at that time. We always thought we were still here, but we have just returned to the present, and it is already autumn and winter. Through your sad heart, the original you. It's just that as time goes by, what we write down. I just can't find my original courage anymore, but I can't turn over again. A long silence,
Those years, those memories. Every scene that I have experienced. They are all traces of parting, and every night is a sleepless night. Some things, after the precipitation of time. Always forgotten in the corner, some figures meet in the boundless sea of scenery. I thought it would last forever when the years passed. Leave a memory of vicissitudes of life, whether you will think of a scene. Cause yellowing buried deep in my heart, maybe I can understand. At the beginning, the so-called forgetting was just a story of temporary amnesia. Flowing back, I found that I thought it would always be like this. What accompanied you has long since disappeared.
There is an ending, and it has been a long time. In those scattered people, there is still no news, regardless of the departure of time. Still a blessing from afar. Trust those wanderers who walk around from parting. More than half will be worth a thousand words, and there are still many languages floating without sound. There are also many silent wanderings, which can only be understood by lovers who like silence. Many years have passed since we walked together. We agreed to go through the wind and rain together and go through the fleeting time together until the last rainbow appeared. Life is always a journey, and people who appear are always separated. Those who stay last will stand the test of time. Only in this way can we stand in quiet time and thank those who have left. And thank you for those years that were buried. Thanks to the strange city under my feet, and also thanks to the years I have been insisting on.
Once upon a time, we became no longer free to play, no longer stay silly for a long time for things that are not funny at all, and slowly learned to listen and listen to the ticking of time. Those young and innocent years, like the fallen leaves in this season, floated at the fingertips and slowly drifted into the corridor of memory, writing a song of ups and downs, passion and hesitation for the years, telling the stories of those youth years with occasional touches.
I still remember the past years, the hurried high school life, and talked about the unique rhetoric of youth in those years. Although I feel very tired every day, because I don't want to fall behind others, I will try to stand up again and again in setbacks. I will continue to find reasons to support myself and keep going. I hope that every time I am crushed by reality, I feel deeply lost. However, I haven't reached the set destination yet, so I have no reason to give up.
In those lush years, I like to lean against the window quietly and watch the students running outside the building; Look at the green hills in the dazzling sunshine; Look at the horizon in the distance … so I know where I'm going! Don't be lazy, don't be at a loss, because you will lose your way and your life's efforts will be in vain.
Those three years of gains and losses, three years of pain and joy, have all passed, and they are just a wave in the long river of years. Now, I don't think too much about leaving this quiet town and this familiar ring river. I just need to know that the road is ahead, spreading to an unknown distance, and I have been on the road, so I need to keep my feet on the ground.
Time is ruthless. When I don't open the box of memories easily, my heart is full of memories that I couldn't give up when I was young. When I want to touch it, it is like a long transparent glass wall, isolated from the past. Can't stay, it has become a memory of youth. But I can only put it in the corridor of the years, cherish it with an unchanging heart, and not let the dust of time drown out the past, because I don't want to lose those innocent years.
In those years, there was a kind of youth composed of laughter and tears. Even though I am far away from the small towns where the stories took place, in another city far away from home, those youthful and heartbreaking memories are always lingering, always as clear as the scene before me when I dream back at midnight. Although bitter, I can't let go.
In those years, there will be feelings that grow up unconsciously, slightly green and ignorant. They will wander the campus path, waiting at the roadside where people they care about often pass, just for an expected encounter. Then, between smiling and whispering, I said hello to each other by coincidence. How have you been recently? Finally, I secretly stared at it, just trying to keep the laughter of the people I care about in my heart forever. At that time, the wind was blowing gently, and in the catkins fluttering with the wind, I didn't ask myself if I had lost myself, nor did I care whether it was disaster or fate.
Time flies, it has been several months in this new city and new school, as if everything is so calm and everything is moving along the established track. Here, the favorite thing is to go to the lake for fun, or walk through the bluestone trail without asking the destination, leaving the flying catkins on your shoulders. Or like to stand quietly on the bridge and watch naughty fish jump out of the water. These are just traces left by youth, dotted with every day and every second.
The path is quiet, and my thoughts wander between the past and reality. Walk quietly. Who knows what the scenery is like in front? Suddenly, an old tree with lettering came into view, and this heart could not help pounding. I still remember in the past, those vows carved on trees together in those lush years, now all fall with the years, leaving scars that are difficult to heal in the cold wind, helpless and sad, or still wither, still accompanying each other for the sake of agreement? How many daydreams about the messy autumn wind, in the final analysis, is to read that person's story and talk about his loneliness. The years of Qing and Ning have passed by in a hurry, and after all, they can't bring too many past events.
Years build fences and look at the past. Those lush years passed quietly, leaving behind nostalgia and lingering sadness, bringing familiar figures and laughter. Let the strings of youth, affectionate carols, sing those unforgettable bitter tears, sing those happy moments, sing those youthful feelings, and make ripples in the heart lake. I want to sincerely wish everyone who accompanied me along the way. I hope the past will stay in my heart forever. I hope that the people who accompany me will not change because of time and distance!
Now, we are all on the road, walking on the road of our own choice. I believe that there are more moving scenery in front of the road of life. Let's make firm efforts to move forward for the ideal we set at the beginning! Youth is like a poem, and youth is like a song, which composes the most beautiful overture of our life. I hope that in the most beautiful scenery of life, you and I have the most pure, happy and satisfied smile!
Chapter Four: Essays on Youth Topics Perhaps, everyone's youth is beautiful; Perhaps everyone's youth is shining. The difference is only everyone's mentality; The only difference is the unusual evaluation of society. Those days, let me see what is youth, let me understand the meaning of life. Youth is not a season, youth is not a time, youth is not a fragment, and youth is every solid footprint that life can precipitate.
The meaning of life is not how many years you have lived, but what you have done in those days. A person's life is very short in the long river of history. Sometimes, it's too short. By the way, what is youth? Everyone has chosen his own life coordinates, and everyone is always trying to make his life meaningful and glorious. Using the concept of society and the concept of the world to measure a person's value, there will be wonderful and beautiful around him.
In such a corner, there is such a person who measures life with firm faith and writes life with wonderful words. The former youth seems to have passed away at 2 1 year old and no longer exists. Many people's lives are unknown, and there will be no ifs. Every step they take will never come back. A scene happened in front of my eyes, which really hurt many people's hearts.
It's a sunny day, and small flowers are blooming all over the ground. Although it is a small village, every inch of land exudes a refreshing fragrance. The young man is really waiting for the colored paper for the college entrance examination that many people dream of. None of us can say for sure how much this colored paper is worth, but there are always too many people vying for it. The boy is the same, waiting, waiting for the arrival of the notice. When young people have something to do, they always walk on the road that is not too wide at home, looking at the beauty around them, thinking about something, recording something, and imagining their own tomorrow. On this day, although the hour hand has pointed to 6 pm, the sky is still bright. A farmer is still busy transporting sand, pulling yellow bricks and carrying cement slabs. The young man came forward and wanted to say hello. He saw two old men carrying cement slabs from an agricultural truck. Just as the young man approached, a man shouted, help, help. It turns out that these two people have lost their footing and their center of gravity. The young man instinctively stepped forward. At this point, 100 kilograms of cement board has slipped off the car. The two men who carried the cement board were only slightly injured because they fled quickly, while the young man was hit hard by the cement board and his waist was injured, probably because he was young, but he just felt a little sore. When the master came out to ask, the young man said nothing and went home alone.
If there is no if in life, there is no if. The young man never thought that the whole village would not think that such an impact made the young man unable to stand up for many years.
The next day, the young man wanted to get up, but he felt that his lower body would not listen to him. He called his parents and told them what happened last night. His parents suddenly became nervous and hurriedly asked the agricultural vehicle with cement board to send the young man to the county hospital for examination. When I arrived at the hospital, the words of the hospital surprised everyone. The doctor said that the boy's spine was broken, and the blood in the bone had solidified, so he could be operated, but the success rate of the operation was difficult to guarantee, and it was too late to send it.
After the operation, four months later, the boy was discharged from the hospital and went home, just sitting in a wheelchair.
In order to operate, the young man spent all his savings and owed a lot of debts. I thought the farmer would come forward to solve some problems. In fact, that farmer is also heavily in debt. In order to avoid this, there is no longer a word of concern.
There are always too many accidents in life, whether it is surprise or sadness, it is the content of each of us. Youth will never die, as long as our hearts turn to sunshine, as long as we look forward to tomorrow, as long as we are prepared, there will always be gains to wait for.
The young man doesn't feel too sad about his accident, because he knows that fate is like this and it will be like that. The road always goes forward and always goes forward. That guy didn't wait or give up. I'm afraid I can't do what I did before. I can do what I didn't do before. Sitting in a wheelchair, he started to do online shop and homework. Everything is going according to our own meaning, which is probably what everyone of us yearns for. In addition to general daily necessities, the young man's online shop also has the means of production needed by the village, such as seeds and other agricultural materials. Many villagers never trust to order at home, because the transportation cost is saved and the cost is reduced a lot, especially the seeds of some new vegetables and fruits, which provide a good platform for villagers to improve their planting industry. In order to thank him, the villagers always send their own vegetables and fruits to the young man's house to enjoy the harvest together. Boys are happy and everyone is happy.
After a few years, because of the new rural construction, the changes in the village are changing with each passing day, and the villagers' thoughts are also improving day by day. The young man can't stand up and is in a wheelchair. There are many ups and downs in the village, so it is always inconvenient to go out. A few years have passed, and there are no longer too many entanglements about the injury of young people in the village. Few people mentioned the incident. In the later days, only the young man thought about whether he could stand up.
The young man in his youth, the accident only changed his way of life, but not his fate. Many things happen, and the attitude we face determines the outcome of things. This is the philosophy of life, and this is the attitude towards life. Today is overcast and stormy, which does not mean that there will be no sun tomorrow, and it does not mean that tomorrow will no longer be brilliant. Everyone bears the responsibility given by life, which is responsibility. Taking responsibility is the source of life, and it is also a strong alcohol nutrient solution for each of us not to lose our youth.
The young man sat in a wheelchair all day, playing with the computer, and always introduced the excellent seeds and advanced planting methods he found to the villagers. The wealth of many families in the village is related to this young man's online shop, which reminds everyone of what happened. At the beginning, the farmers who were involved fled because of poverty. Now the construction of new countryside makes the farmers in the village feel much brighter. The farmer secretly inquired and wondered if the young man could stand up. A farmer's youngest son is studying abroad, and many people ask about the specialized hospital in his city. When he came back from vacation, he mobilized the young man to go out for examination and treatment. The young man is cheerful and has no words. He accepted the advice and had a second operation. The doctor said his injury was not too serious. At the beginning, he was conservatively operated in a county hospital and let him live in a wheelchair. The doctor said with certainty that if you stand up, you will stand up.
After eight months of surgery and rehabilitation, the young man threw away his wheelchair and walked home with his own feet.
Now the young man, who is married and has a career, has become a young village director. Everything, no one can tell, what does this mean for a young man?
What is life? Life is an article and life is a story. When you read and think, you will be moved and understand. Life is life, it's no big deal. Fragments of life accumulate in a person's heart into a complete and solid ivory tower, and there will always be people to appreciate it. Everyone is always lucky in misfortune, and the waves of life are just an attitude towards wind and rain.
Time and space are always changing. Treat life, treat life, every day is wonderful. Optimism, honesty-oriented, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.
Everything in life is to make yourself heavy, not to be overwhelmed by a breeze, to be solid, precipitate and heavy, and life is meaningful. Peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, and enchanting catkins chase water. What is terrible in life is not what happened on the way forward, but the attitude after the accident. Perhaps, no one will be smooth sailing. Without myself, what I leave to the world can only be regret, and what I leave to myself can only be a sigh in my memory.
Young people are around us, and there will always be someone who understands him, his attitude towards life, him and the world. Life, come quietly, go quietly, face everything on the road, don't care too much, because we can't take away a cloud.
The boy had an accident because of his instinct to help others. He didn't blame others, let alone give up on himself. On the contrary, he is active and optimistic and sunny every day. Don't complain about the bumps in life. Accidents happen every day in the world, and things people don't want to see happen every day. As long as we calm down, savor the feeling of life, let the fragrance fill, let the sunshine dream, let the mind stretch, listen to ourselves quietly, follow the direction guided by our hearts, and go all the way, full of loads and colorful.