Youth and future recitation.
Wearing a heavy down jacket and a fluffy scarf, two fluffy balls under the thread cap swayed wildly and collided with each other. I took off my thick mittens, stood on tiptoe, covered my frozen red hands with snowflakes and watched them gradually melt into a pool of water. So your palms are always wet and cold. The street lamps beside the street are flashing the color of faint but warm flames.
I pray that it will always be beautiful here.
Once, I announced to the world from the earth? Travel around the world!
Now, I have grown up, but I don't make any unnecessary fantasies or make any arrogant declarations.
When you wake up, people leave this song.
Wake up in a daze, the reality remains the same. Bony and messy, everything from knowing how to remember things flashed before my eyes like a movie, sometimes babbling was immature, sometimes I was at a loss, and sometimes I had the courage to let go, but it was strung into a series of dramas that touched me again and again. Some people say that life is like a play? Yes, life is like a play! We shed tears for ourselves and the scene again and again. Because? The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear? So we lost ourselves; Because? One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea? So we firmly believe in dreams; Because? Don't break Loulan, don't return it? So we do our best?
However, the play is gone and people are scattered.
The wish I once made has also disappeared. There is a brand-new wish.
Because we have changed, bit by bit, in the end, things have changed, and one day we don't even know ourselves. I no longer stick to my dream, the thin and small dream that inspires me again and again. Little by little, we feel that human feelings are warm and cold, and things are impermanent. We watched so many joys and sorrows, and it was sunny and round. Our hearts have been changing, becoming rational and no longer emotional. But I don't think we regret it. At least we tried, at least we struggled, at least we persisted, at least we had?
At least we did our best.
We have the most splendid years and the best youth, and we will always smile, not sad or sad.
We have the purest heart and the clearest eyes, and we are always confident, not cowardly, not cowardly.
We have the truest smile and the most beautiful song, and we will always be together and never give up.
This is youth, the so-called youth.
Now, we are in the world of youth? Facing the sky, facing the future!
Review class on youth and the future II
Youth is a book. After reading it, everything became a story. Some people are doomed not to see each other again, and which once green faces are gradually blurred in their minds. Leave an old yellowed photo. At that time, the sky was blue, and the time when it rained was as gentle as poetry. Life at that time may be simple, but there was never a lack of happiness. Young faces are always filled with joy and enthusiasm, and the symbols of youth are dotted under the white clouds. It was a warm time, boasted and squandered. This place is often abandoned. It is said that at that time, a group of people always got together, laughing and sad, really carefree and happy. Looking at the girls in the next class, my heart is pounding. At that time, I had a long holiday, but I also had endless homework, so I couldn't sleep. When I was young and frivolous, I imagined myself on a sailboat, carrying my bags and exploring the sea. Found one uninhabited island after another. Confronted with pirates, resisted the storm and finally found a treasure full of goods. Sitting on the desk in the classroom and staring out of the window, I wish I were a free bird. Youth is rebellious and wants to be unconstrained. Flirtatious, fighting with people. The heart of youth is big, as if the world is in front of us. I can travel for nine days without gravity.
After all, youth has gone away and turned into misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, the mountains and rivers will be silent forever. Youth is a road that can only be taken once, and today's review is just a memory. The fragrance of rosewood will still fade. Yesterday's youth is like a dried rose. There is still a faint fragrance in silence, which is fascinating in the branches of years and in the depths of memory. That postcard of youth is still thinking about traveling. Try something I've never tried before. Youth also left a symphony of regret and regret. On the road of youth, we must face adversity bravely. Even if we can't realize our original dream, we will open another door for our dream. The book of youth is so hasty that we have only read it once. Irreversible time, short, young and full of vitality.
Years have aged the face, and how many dreams are too late to touch. How many people are still worth waiting for. One day we will work hard for the present. The story of youth is too short. One day you finally know what you want and what you want to do. You will find that there is no tomorrow for us who have been on the road. Maybe it's fate's teasing and casual waving. No one is waiting for the road ahead. There are several intersections in life. One day, you will choose the appearance of life at one of the intersections, with separation and loss, and embark on a journey over mountains and mountains until you die. I had a lot of plans when I set out, and I wanted to ride the wind and waves. However, the edges and corners have been smoothed by years, and I have to bow to reality again and again. The lonely road has no end, and no one is optimistic about the beginning of each time. Only when I get a great harvest can someone send me a false blessing. What is happiness? It is the sweet spring we saw after crossing the thorns. However, many times, we complain endlessly and want to succeed quickly, but we fail to see ourselves shine as we wish. I also asked this man about his experience of walking in ignorance, and he turned back frequently because of anxiety. Unconsciously, let time wander in your hands, grow old slowly, and it is too late to mature. Want to drink a cup of green tea, but only the fragrance of the room. It turns out that the tea has been finished and my heart is empty. Stop, time can't stop. Youth passed away inadvertently like this. Even if you still have a young you in your heart.
Only when people are wrong will they believe that they are wrong. When they suddenly realize that everything is over, they are afraid of losing someone or something and finally lose themselves. When you determine the future and know the direction of life, you will no longer face a calm lake, but a rough sea. Your ideal is like a small sailboat, with tiny poles swaying in the wind and waves. Step by step on the road instead of fantasizing on the table. The road to the future is at your feet! Looking at the starry sky is close, but looking at the future is far away. The future is like a changing cloud, and what will happen is uncertain. Maybe one day after many years, I think back to myself lying on my desk now, and I have spent spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only that strange dream. When I retired from the appearance of youth, I began to feel the ruthlessness of the years. But the passage of a period of time does not mean the end. Youth is the most beautiful period of time. When it is gone and moved, it can't hide its brevity. This is a gust of wind. This is a dream that comes with the wind and brags the waves. Youth is the beginning of your growth, and then life blooms. If you want to be as brilliant as summer flowers, you should seize every moment of your life. Don't get lost in a certain period of time. The meaning of youth lies in knowing yourself. The meaning of life lies in living brilliantly.
Immature youth is as young as lost love. Although youth is the scenery we want to go back to, after all, time cannot go back. Run forward! Set out against the rising sun, pursue your dream, and one day you will find yourself in your dream in a place!
Review lesson 3 on youth and the future
I heard that youth blooms in the spring grass. I said that youth comes out of the grass and comes out next to the flowers.
A joke? Youth is like a flower and time is like grass? I don't know if this is a spit or a portrayal. I don't think it makes any difference. Flowers or plants are all youth. Flowers have their fragrance, and grass has its tenacity. Most people will tell you that youth is beautiful and pure. As a middle-aged man who thinks he is about to spend his youth, I sincerely sigh: Who gave me the expectation of a beautiful youth and let me trudge in the secular world? How much hatred do I have with you?
Do you know how painful your heart is when you can't resist the cruelty of reality with great expectations
In the primary school mock exam, youth, as a proposition, often hits our teenagers, so that our soldiers are disarmed, so I have never passed the primary school composition. I was thinking at that time, what is youth. Perhaps for me at that time, youth was a test paper that I could never cross. Fortunately, whether I pass or fail, I can enter junior high school smoothly. Even though I was not ready to be separated from my friends, the sixth grade gave me a holiday without homework.
After junior high school, I thought that the monster of youth would never appear on my beloved test paper again. If you are familiar with it, you will like it. If you like it for a long time, it will naturally deepen. It's just that my will is not enough. Not only will youth appear, but this time it will take root in our campus with her dream of being good friends. They look very similar. My deskmate and I often mistakenly think that youth is a dream, and the dream is to get rid of the noise of youth as soon as possible and wash away the tenderness on our faces. In this way, my deskmate and I, or between the lines, or from the substitute teacher's mouth, play games with this difficult fighting duo day and night in every subject and class.
Three years later, my deskmate and I both grew soft beards. It was only when I was in high school that he went to the south, and he went to the south alone. He said that in the south, there is a future he yearns for and a girl he loves. I went to the station to see him off when he left. He said the world was so big that he wanted to see it.
School uniform, test paper, youth, dream. What hasn't changed is the campus or the campus, but what has changed slightly is the boys' eyes and the girls' bulging breasts. When I put down the test paper, I looked up and saw some handsome faces. In a trance, I thought it was me, but looking around, everyone was like me. We saw each other's shy eyes from books and textbooks. Love, such a sacred monster, is accompanying our seventeen-year-old sky with youth and dreams on campus at this time.
After three years of fighting, most of them have been strong enough to finally squeeze into the ivory tower, and the rest have followed my deskmate on the south train to find their beloved girl.
War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression fought for eight years, President Jiang moved to Taiwan for three years, and the country was liberated for eleven years. It took me and my little friend twelve years to get the admission notice. The young people here have turned into young people, shouldered the guns of dreams, raised the banner of youth, and marched forward to the university in high spirits. Here, we enjoy the youth, dreams and love that follow us unscrupulously.
At this time, our youth is swaying in a transparent beer bottle; At this time, our dream runs in the entrepreneur's speech; At this time, our love was no longer shy and entered the small hotel. When we were red-faced and drunk, looking at the colorful world, the girl suddenly said: Let's break up. I’m going home. I don't want to waste my youth with you, okay?
At this time, our wine woke up and our drunkenness was gone. The professor told us: after graduation, you will find jobs in the future, be lonely, and keep mistresses. ?
We unloaded the bullets from our guns and lowered the flag. In the new century, we began to jump the queue in the countryside.
After graduation, our beards are much harder and our eyes are much sharper. We bought a ticket to the south, and the carriage was full of poetry and distance. The first time I saw my former deskmate, I never imagined that he had become the master of a small piece of heaven and earth. And I will try to make his little world barren for a long time to come.
At this moment, I am smoking alone. I saw my youth in the diffuse smoke. It waved to me from a distance and told me the story above.
? Dad, have you eaten? Her daughter's crying came from behind.
I put out my cigarette and walked to the table.
My wife cooked my favorite dish, which is also her favorite dish. I don't know whether she did it for herself or for me. I didn't ask because she did it all. If I ask her, maybe she'll say it's for her daughter.
Then my daughter suddenly said to me: Dad, the teacher asked us to write a composition about youth?
? Is it? Does this mean maybe your next composition is a dream?
? No, the dream is the last one, and youth is the time when the dream is finished?
I picked her up and stabbed her with my beard, and my wife sat opposite. I hold it in my arms, what I hold and what I face will be my middle age. So, when I was vaguely pregnant with Burmese youth, I found that I had entered middle age with a beard.
Therefore, whether your youth is flowers or grass, it is your youth. Perhaps it is green as a child and bitter as coptis, all of which are true youth. What I want to say is that youth also has its adolescence. Youth will not be young forever, but will suddenly turn back to middle age.
If you happen to be young, you must hug her deeply, regardless of her beauty and ugliness. And, of course, her good friends. After all, unique youth is lonely, and dreams and love are best friends.