Youth = sweat+tears
1+ 1=2, just as sweat+tears = youth, yes, how much sweat and tears we shed before we compose a song of youth, and let our sweat and tears become the pride of tomorrow.
On the playground, rows of students lined up neatly, and their faces were filled with youthful smiles. However, the next second,' melodious' voice came. At first glance, the original "flying youth" group dance boiled like a cauldron and became a place for students to meet. Oh, my God, the school really lets us do aerobics. Alas, my aerobics is broken all over the floor. Yes, I'm afraid I won't love again. Bad teenagers are complaining about this "moral integrity" dance, just like evil spirits. Finally, here we go. "The seeds of dreams have sprouted, brave and dazzling flowers are blooming in my heart, and I am taking a brisk step to meet the more brilliant years day by day. Sweat and tears will become pride tomorrow. Listening to music, before I know it, my thoughts and lyrics will ring.
Sweat products
In midsummer, cicadas in the trees are chirping, and the sun shines viciously on the ground. On the way, there are students.
Bicycles are flying, and students' faces turn from white to black after a summer. Hee hee, this is Grandfather Sun's masterpiece, and the sweat on his forehead is like rain, which can be described as "sweating like rain". After a "life-and-death duel", we finally got to school, and finally sat in the classroom, blowing an electric fan and eating ice cream, but as soon as the class started, the teacher stopped. The school sports meeting has already started. On the runway, everyone runs very fast, just like being chased by a tiger. They are afraid of losing their lives and sweating on the grass. Just like the spring rain watering them, life is like a runway. We have just begun, and the game has just begun. In study and hard work, sweat will become the pride of tomorrow.
tears
The moon is really round tonight. I can't help sighing. Looking at my failed math test paper, I don't know if I am stupid or I don't work hard enough, but I have tried my best. Think about it and feel sorry for my teacher and myself. Then, in the dead of night, I hid under the covers and cried. I envy children. They can cry at will, but they can only cry secretly. Tears just flowed down, lamenting the passage of time. But later, slowly, I began to accept myself, because I understood that no one can be all right, and time will be fast. When your tears run out and your youth is long gone, it is better to let go and tolerate yourself. Today's tears will not flow in vain. God is fair, and he won't make his children sad.
Youth is short-lived, just like a rainbow on the horizon. Even if it is beautiful, there will be a fleeting day. Why not say that youth is still there, to work hard, to run, to jump, to chase, to shout/to release all our sweat and tears, I believe that one day sweat and tears will become the pride of tomorrow. Because sweat+tears = youth
: dedicated to the youth of time
Dedicated to our regretless time, our unscrupulous youth.
In retrospect, the laughter in the first half of the year was helpless in the second half. There are too many things worth remembering in the first half of the year, and you are undoubtedly the most important.
The warmth of the sun overhead slowly surrounded my heart, as if 20 12 had never ended, and everything was the same, giving me an illusion, as if I had returned to that hopeful May, that inspiring exam season. The test paper was handed out, and I couldn't believe my eyes. The language I have been proud of for a long time has become so bad. I suddenly collapsed and couldn't accept this reality. Tears in my eyes poured out like a flood that burst its banks, and you came at the same time, without speaking with extraordinary tacit understanding, just put your hands on my shoulders, and the expression of firm encouragement in your eyes surfaced, and the action of handing me a tissue was rapid and urgent. I am very touched, because I know your grades will not be much better than mine, but at this time, you still choose to let go of your emotions to comfort me. Thank you. I calmed down and tried to say these two words. Then, you all laughed, laughing so purely.
Do you still remember the day when we folded paper planes together, because under our leadership, many students in the class began to fold, but the only difference was that only the three of us were flying in the yard, but we saw the light and flew against the wind. Although we don't fly as far as others, we fly higher than them. It's a little bumpy, but it's closer to flying, isn't it It's like the feeling of pain is closer to growth.
June, graduation season. On the day of graduation exam, you sat behind me. I don't know if it's hot or nervous, but your hands are sweating. At this time, you gently poked my back with the pen tip, and I quietly turned my head. You smiled at me. Suddenly, I suddenly felt that my heart was relieved, and the sun crept out and shone on you, giving off golden light, which is the color of hope. Next, I calmly do every topic, because I know that there are others who will face the growth exam with me. It may also be because the heart that embraces encouragement is always * * *. On graduation day, when we finally broke up, perhaps because of the tacit understanding between us, we naturally smiled again, but this time, the smile was much more complicated. If they are exposed to the sun, how many evaporated water droplets will hide their sadness.
In the second half of the year, it was conceived in the form of helplessness. Out of our responsibility for growth, we must curb losses and prevent the spread of viruses. We all know that everything we are in now is for better transformation, so we will hold hands and go on with a firm attitude, with no regrets.
I said, I will always remember you, although I never believe in promises, because promises are only temporary paranoia, and then words. But since I promised, I will definitely do it.
I will retreat to the bright spot of ten years in parallel time and space, and watch us in another world merge into time, one after another.
: youth, no regrets
Fireworks are fragile, don't let youth flow at your fingertips.
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I wonder how long it will take for the stars to dim before they shine again. I don't want to wait until I'm 60 like Halley's comet. Yes, no matter how beautiful the starlight is, we should try our best to catch it.
That summer vacation, I spent that boring holiday, with the bitterness, joy, success and suffering of the past. . . Saying goodbye one by one, I went into battle lightly, and finally, under my "unwilling", I entered high school. This is a door, it will guide me forward. At the door, that different me, staring at the unknown road under my feet. ...
Time flies, fleeting. I've finished the steps that I didn't really integrate into. I didn't get much. But I grew up, but I also became mature. Some people say that the price of growth is the melting of innocence, and the change of mentality is the growth of age. Maybe, just like this, the age will keep getting older, but it will take some time to mature. ...
Miss Yi, does Chun Qing know who is injured? The lonely lamp is old, and the residual wind blows the winter rain. Is it rain or acacia left behind?
It's raining today, and I haven't rested in the dead light at night. The hand holding the pen was shaken by the raindrops coming out of the room. Look around: I am leaning on the low table, surrounded by a "Wang Yang". I am lonely and helpless, longing for a pair of bright hands to save me. Escape from this "ocean", I decided to do something to stay away from the damp and crowded house.
I opened my umbrella and walked aimlessly in the street. ...
There are not many people at eight or nine o'clock in winter night. It's nothing more than people fleeing in panic. They are hiding from the nasty cold rain. The street is cold. Just then, walking around the corner, a few warm words came from behind:
"Come on, be careful of the puddle under your feet."
"Come on, lean on my side, don't get wet."
"Lower your head and put your hands in your pockets. Don't freeze. "
"By the way, have you studied hard at school recently? We must live up to expectations. "
However, for these words, there is only "Oh-". I am determined to see who gives off such warm light on a rainy winter night.
By the dim light of a street lamp. I saw a thin middle-aged woman. One hand is carrying a heavy schoolbag, and the other hand is holding an umbrella that has been tilted for an unknown number. I understand this is a mother who holds her daughter in the palm of her hand. Looking at her drifting back, my eyes are flashing. The puddles in front are still welcoming one after another, crossing the gully of love; It is still raining cats and dogs outside the umbrella, shielding the tendency of love; Her shoulders are still so wet, because of love, she asks for nothing in return, but a warm umbrella for her children.
Heart, is already in tears. ...
I understand in a trance, although there are too many hardships in growing up. Although I will think about giving up, in the course of youth, only constant pursuit will produce the most beautiful flowers!