Youth is the most beautiful, just like the morning of the day and the spring of the year. But they are different. There is only one youth, but there are countless reincarnations of morning and spring. Below, I will share with you my prose about youth, I hope it will be helpful to you! Prose about Youth 1:
When you think of youth, what comes to your mind? Passion, shyness, childishness, or mania?
In fact, youth exudes a strong poetic feeling; youth exudes a faint fragrance and affection. The age of youth is full of youthful frivolity, infinite vitality, and beauty and self-confidence. The pace of youth will not stop because of difficulties, and the melody of youth will not be blocked by wind and rain. Youth is sunshine, a sign of self-confidence; youth is moonlight, a representative of elegance; youth is starlight, a pioneer in fashion.
So:
Speaking of youth, we will always think of you lying on the grass in your youth under the soft sunshine of that afternoon, squinting your eyes into a line and looking up at the sky The clouds at 5km are slowly changing their appearance. Occasionally, a plane flies by. Maybe it's a bird. It's not actually clear because you've fallen asleep.
When we talk about youth, we always think of you wandering on the street on that pleasant holiday, sneaking into a bookstore unknowingly, and flipping through the books on the bookshelf while standing for 2 hours. , when you feel the boss's eyes scanning you at a condescending angle, leave in a hurry.
When it comes to youth, we always think of the me who desperately longed for recognition from the people around me, including classmates, teachers, and parents. I care about their evaluation, the look in their eyes, and what they say about me behind my back. I even don’t hesitate to talk nonsense about it, blaming it on myself for things I didn’t do. The problems that have been completely eliminated will never end without saying anything surprising.
Speaking of youth, we may think of the beautiful encounter under the old sycamore tree on campus, and a romantic play on the tree-lined path on campus. At this moment, youth is green, like a ripe apple for the first time.
When it comes to youth, we always think of blood and passion, and high vitality. We think of the sweating on the basketball court and the flying speed on the football track. It is everywhere.
Of course, life must undergo strict tempering before it can show its dazzling brilliance and pure texture. The huge rock is in the sea waves, stimulating the soul-stirring waves; the sword is on the gravel, flashing a dazzling cold light; youth is accumulating the strength of struggle in the wind and rain of life. Let us sing loudly despite the bumpy journey, and nourish a glorious life with hardships, blood and tears.
However, in today’s era, youth is faced with squandering and laissez-faire: you can see the flowery faces of young students devoured by the online game World of Warcraft, you can see the arrogance of the racing group’s crazy spin, you can hear the marriage Huang Shiren's superficiality and immaturity can see the arrogance of the rich second generation who are intoxicated in the trap of wealth, the intoxication of chatting on mobile phones in class, and the dirty words and chewing gum bubbles on the lips of youth, so youth is sad, Youth is lost, youth is drifting away.
So, use our eyes to examine youth, use our wisdom to judge youth, use our thinking to correct youth that has deviated from the track, and use our maturity to write the splendor of youth. This is the unshirkable responsibility of youth. So we express our thoughts and write our troubles in the name of youth. I am the master of my youth! Prose about Youth 2:
If I could, I would like to be a fish, because it only has seven seconds of memory.
——Inscription
I am a nostalgic child and always miss the past over and over again. Once upon a time, we liked to carve our youth vows on the teacher’s wall and table. , showing our flamboyance and craziness. We like to go for a walk on the playground after dinner. I remember that the sky is blue and the wind is gentle. We chat along the track and walk around and around, even though we are tired, we We never get tired of it. We like to buy snacks with a group of friends, make noises, and fight together, exuding the youthful atmosphere that belongs to us. How happy it was then! I once read this sentence on the Internet: You are nostalgic, but you are just not having a good life now. Yes, now, I am not doing well at all!
Now I am mature instead of naive, and my elegant long hair has replaced my chic short hair. I remember that I used to laugh when I cried, but now I cry when I smile. My heart is always sad. It’s terrible, but who can I talk to about it? So what? It’s just that you have one more person to listen to your story and one more person to accompany you in your sorrow. Why bother? No matter how deep the injury is, you can only swallow it in your own stomach.
I began to become silent, rarely showing an inner smile on my face, and even treated some things with a cold eye. My friend asked me: Do you regret coming to a technical secondary school? I smiled and said nothing, but I really wanted to tell her that I regretted coming here and coming to this circle that I didn’t want to blend in. I also began to hate myself, why I didn’t stick to my original intention, and why I hated myself. I chose a major that I didn’t like. I hated myself. I had made up my mind and prepared well at the beginning, but why did I still regret it in the middle? I clearly hated such people, but in the end I turned into what I hated. , What can I do if I complain? It is better to accept the bad self at the moment.
Time allows me to experience, to realize, to grow slowly and mature slowly. I have become mature and stable, but I am afraid again. I am afraid of growing up, because it will make me I have lost too many things and I want to escape. Where can I escape to? Home. Yes, it’s home. People say home is a safe haven, but is home really my safe haven?
As time goes by, I don’t always stick to my mother’s side when I’m young. The one who always follows my brother to beg for things, and the little one who hides in his father’s arms and cries when he’s injured. girl. At home. I kept silent. I always didn’t know how to express my concern for my parents. I wanted to talk to them but didn’t know where to start. I always watched TV and listened to their outdated nagging. When I was very upset, I would talk to them. They are noisy. When I found that there were gray hairs on their hair and my father's back was no longer straight, I felt panicked and scared, afraid that one day they would leave me. I wanted to make up for the mistakes I made when I was young, but I didn't know why. Do.
I am like a needle on the surface, constantly turning. As I turn, I watch the time fly away, but there is nothing I can do. Prose Three about Youth:
How wonderful it is to step into the threshold of youth, pursue lofty ideals, enter a beautiful home, enjoy the sunshine of love, and touch science and fashion life!
When the moonlight is shining, I pick up a handful of the most beautiful ones; when the afterglow falls, I use the warmest one; when the red leaves are burning, I pick up the hottest piece; when the luxuriant fragrance is blooming, I want the most brilliant piece; In this long life, I want to pick the most beautiful scenery - the scenery! Hidden in my crystal heart
On the road of life, there is success and failure, there is light, and there is also darkness. There is a saying that goes well: A hero is by no means without humble sentiments, but he never has them. It's just succumbing to humble sentiments; light is by no means a period without darkness, it's just that it's never been swallowed up by darkness!
The years pass like a fleeting time, flowers bloom and fall, we stand on the river of time, what is reflected is not my face, but my heart.
The world we face is not always a rainbow, and the life we ??face is always smooth sailing. The existence of problems is always inevitable, but the solution of the problem requires our own efforts. When we face troubles, pain, sadness, and despair, let them turn into problems in life and use our own hearts to answer them, and everything will be solved. !
For us, the boys and girls born in 2009, youth is everything to us, because we have only gone a little bit in the road of life!
Don’t give up your applause,
Don’t hide your happiness.
The memory of youth is the blend of happiness and applause.
The memory of youth is the blend of beauty and smile.
Open your heart,
Shout loudly to the world, youth without regrets!