13 years old flower season, rainy season buried my smile, my tears and my dreams. My flower season and rainy season belong to me, and so does my youth. I have the right to control my youth.
Youth is the door of a leaf, which condenses from the yellowish tip to green. Facing the growth of the season, we must finally face the hopes and dreams of life. When I look up, face the sunshine in winter, look at the clear sky, open my eyes, face life and youth, I will make my own decisions.
Occasionally looking through the past, there will always be many ideas, which will stay in my mind and keep churning. Similarly, when I opened the photo album of my childhood, many things came into my eyes. I think, not only me, but everyone was so naive when they were young! Naivety is of course a child's nature. Even children's paintings are no exception. Generally speaking, what arises spontaneously is a kind of childishness, a temperament that adults and even teenagers can't have. Every stroke silently outlines the blueprint in our childhood hearts-how beautiful! Every naive picture is our innocent heart!
Thinking of this, I can't help but return to reality from that wonderful childhood. Today, we have lost the innocence of childhood, and the blueprint in our hearts has vanished with the passage of time. Instead, we have been replaced by many constraints of our parents and our psychology of obeying orders! 2 1 century, we should have lofty ideals and ambitions, have our own hobbies and interests, and work hard in a direction that belongs to us! But the reality is just the opposite: we have no thoughts, no opinions, no resistance, only obedience. Thus, the abnormal psychology of "what parents and teachers say is right" and "what they do is for our good" is gradually formed. Can't we make our own decisions?
Life is a blank sheet of paper, and the future is painted by our hands. So we should use colorful brushes to create our own life.
There is no need to hide, there is no need to hide, my youth is my master, in this colorful world, we sing our flying youth with songs of the soul.
Grade 5 of Yangxifang Middle School: Zhou Jianlong.