Aesthetic prose describing youth includes:
1. Beautiful classic prose about youth: Passing Youth
“We are no longer who we were when we waved our hands. "Xi Murong once said this.
Once upon a time, my smile was so brilliantly displayed in the sunshine; once upon a time, my youth was so needlessly spread to the extreme. We used to be bathed in the harmonious sunshine of the 21st century, but we lived under the rebellious sign of the post-90s generation but still held on to innocent dreams. I once dreamed of a group of people carrying backpacks to explore the wilderness, climbing to the top of the mountain to watch the most beautiful sunrise, and lying under the stars to talk about their dreams. Carrying a guitar, standing on the top of a mountain and singing loudly, discarding all reality, and living only in our own world. "I want the whole world to hear me sing." Our vows still echoed in the valley, but the strength of reality eventually crushed them. The original oath still echoes in the ears, but the original person remains in the past.
Now we are bowing down all day long, wearing dark gray school uniforms, holding textbooks as thick as dictionaries, with our minds full of physical and chemical formulas. When we speak or speak, we are either memorizing or English words. Even when we lie in bed at night, we are The teacher asked us to recall the content of the day's class. Every night for self-study, homework was overwhelming on the blackboard. We no longer complained because it was just a futile effort. We might as well seize the time to solve a few more math problems and face the mechanized life day after day. , we have become numb.
Leave time to the question bank, leave youth to test papers, and leave joy to scores. This is our eighteenth year. Is eighteenth really the blooming season? He is really the most beautiful person in life. Is it the season? Maybe eighteen years old like that only lives in novels!
We are no longer naive, we have clearly realized what reality is, and we have buried the innocent memories in our hearts. corner. I deeply understand that when everyone is moving in the same direction, if you go in the other direction, even if you just stop, you will become abnormal, strange, someone who deserves to be excluded, and someone who is attacked. . The darkness of reality forces us to go with the flow and hang our dreams alive.
Perhaps the aggressive reality has already made the soul no longer loyal to the body.
Perhaps the mediocrity of three points and one line has already caused passion to die and beauty to fade.
Perhaps, our shining youth has long been destined to flow only between the fragrant papers.
What changed all this?
It turns out that our youth is so fragile that it cannot be saved.
2. Beautiful classic youth prose: To my youth
Behind me, I can always hear/The God of Time is flying in a winged carriage/And in front of me What lies far away/is the eternal boundless desert
——Inscription
Time is a train traveling on the track of youth. Before you have time to look back, it is full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. , and then whizzed by. In such a season, the vague sadness is dormant in every corner of the air, just waiting for an inadvertent moment to penetrate into your heart, leaving an unspeakable feeling.
Stop on campus, I saw in countless disappeared footprints the person who walked by the lake in summer, stepped on the yellow leaves on the ground in autumn, felt the wind and thunder in winter, and of course the person who buried his head In the pile of books, I feel lost in my boundless knowledge.
I feel like my youth is slipping away from my fingers like a liquid I can’t grasp. Tears pierced through my body like swords in an instant.
When I was just in my prime, I did a lot of stupid things. At that time, I naively believed that happiness was the essence of youth. But what is happiness? At that time, the definition of happiness had only one word: play. Yes, it is fun to spend time with friends, but at the same time, there is also a lot to lose. When Father Time passes by me, he will definitely frown, and all he gets is my disdain.
Only now do I understand the superficiality of that time and the endless emptiness in life. Just like the surface of the sea seems calm, but inside there are powerful rapids and undercurrents. Maybe one day it will explode, spew out and engulf me.
Every time I look at the sky alone at night, it touches my endless sadness. The moonlight shines on every inch of the earth without hesitation, but I clearly feel its condemnation of me. My youth was thrown around arbitrarily by me, allowing everyone to step on it. I regretted it, regretted it like crazy, and felt heartbroken for my youthful ignorance. Tears fell sadly, and no one would remember except the moonlight. The moment I woke up, everything became aware. No one needs to remember, as long as I understand.
Youth is still liquid, I just put it in a cup and hold it tightly. I've wasted it once, but not a second time. Holding it tightly, I feel that my life is enriching little by little.
In fact, youth is like a pile of sand, it will condense only after tears flow.
Only through tears can I understand the true meaning of youth.
3. Beautiful classic youth prose: Letting go of youthful dreams
We are all middle school students in our youth. When we are young, it is important to establish our own correct goals in life. Youth is the morning sun; youth is a bird flying high in the sky; youth is vigorous vitality.
The world is echoing with the footsteps of our own passion. Who can stop us from finding our dreams?
Human success comes from dreams, and our beautiful youth needs the existence of dreams even more.
The dream of youth is a stone, knocking out a spark; a fire, lighting a lamp of hope; a lamp, illuminating the way forward; a road, leading you towards the dawn. However, if we have empty ideals and do not put them into action, we will achieve nothing, just like ten thousand zeros are not as good as one one.
Dreams can inspire ambition. The world-famous musician Beethoven almost despaired when he really felt that his ears were getting deafer. Life seems not worth living: for a musician, is there anything more unfortunate than not being able to hear the sweet sounds that he likes to hear and lives by? It is because he has the dream of music that makes him have a deep understanding of his own music. He was full of confidence in his life and moved forward bravely, finally becoming a world-famous musician. Marx once said: "What makes life meaningful is not the power and prominence of performance, but the search for the perfect ideal that not only satisfies one's own selfishness, but also ensures the happiness of all mankind."
Lu Xun had a story when he was young. I had a dream. In order to change the destiny of the Chinese nation in the world and change the spirit of the Chinese people, I gave up medicine and followed literature. Lu Xun connected his personal life experience with the destiny of the entire Chinese nation, which laid the basic ideological foundation for his subsequent development as a writer and thinker. Perseverance for your dreams is the secret to success.
Students, let us regard our youthful dreams as a kite so that it can fly freely in the sky. How high the kite can fly is in your hands; whether the kite can fly high or not will determine the success of your life.
If our youth has no dreams, it will be like a blind boat on the boundless sea. It has no goal and direction and will never reach the other side of success.
On the road to success, we must walk with our dreams. When we are young, we need the existence of dreams even more.
For a better future and a wonderful life, let us work together to raise the sail of our dreams and let the dreams of youth fly!