My youth story 1
Youth is as beautiful as the beautiful stars in the sky, which makes people fantasize. Youth is as rich as a staff, with a perfect movement composed of seven scales. My youth has a dream to sail, and my youth is not confused.
Everyone has had youth and dreams, but who can combine them? People often ridicule: I am the most suitable person for you in this world. However, the most suitable thing in this world is youth and dreams. Youth is meaningful because of dreams, and dreams shine because of youth. Many people wasted their time in their youth until their hair turned gray and sighed: I wish I was fighting for it at that time. I'd rather not have such youth. Youth is the place where dreams set sail and come true. If the two are separated, how can their respective values evaporate to the extreme and how can my youth be opened? I don't want this youth. Youth with dreams is my pursuit.
My youth doesn't want my five-year-old sister's childhood, with pure love of peaches and sweet chocolate sauce and little sadness of forgotten yogurt. My youth doesn't want my 40-year-old father, who is generous and free and easy, and raises a glass to call friends. My youth is only accompanied by dreams. Although monotonous, it is also beautiful.
Youth is a short journey. We are always searching aimlessly, confused and ignoring it that has always been with us. Dreams are like a lighthouse. The road to youth is the ocean. With this dream as a guide, my youth will have a direction. How could I be confused?
As one of the students, I entered high school with the same dream. I have great fighting spirit in my heart, just for the dream to blossom. On the playground, it was me who shouted slogans loudly; The child who is writing at noon is me; The "Desperate Thirteen Sisters" who still cling to the book after class is still me. I keep paying and sweating, and I get inner satisfaction and brain enrichment.
Yes, the pride just gained will be coldly photographed by the reality of the sea. The decline in grades again and again made me think of giving up. When you are depressed, you will always obviously feel the weight of loneliness. But in time, in the sun, on my eyelashes, there are traces that I crossed for my dreams. How can I give up easily? Dry my tears, pack my bags, and my youth will sail again.
In the journey of youth, my initial dream is in my hand. How can I get back to the place I want to go halfway? As long as I work hard, my initial dream will definitely come and realize my real wish, so that I can pass heaven. With dreams as companions, youth is not confused.
My youth story exam composition 2
Youth is always full of vigor and vitality. Youth has everything and is a lifelong nostalgia. I am young, so I am happy.
I had a good time of youth;
High-spirited and fearless, I like it.
I, He Suoju, a young man, walk when there is a way, do something when there is trouble, cross when there is trouble, and let tears be my eternal footprint. My youth is full of motivation, and this era belongs to me. There was a time when I wanted to keep the past and not show the future. My eyes will always be a door to isolate my inner world from the outside world, so my heart will always be full of childhood innocence, so my eyes will always look out greedily. Everything makes me think and do, because I am young.
Time flies, youth is like water, youth is not long, not forever, not everything. Suddenly, I realized that the other side of the door can also be intoxicating. ...
Although I am still a teenager, I have walked some roads and experienced some ups and downs. I can't tell what's going on: an old comic book has long been turned over; A nursery rhyme that puts people to sleep has long been tired of singing; I'm tired of hearing stories about princesses and witches. Everything seems to be the past, not the past. But now that I think about it, maybe it is mature.
Youth has everything, including carefree. I am the happiest in my youth. I don't need to think about anything. I study hard and live happily. Youth represents vitality, represents hope, challenges are everywhere and everything is possible.
One day, I found that I seemed to pay a lot of attention to life, and began to pay attention to some things around me, some interests, some scenery, learned to indulge in it, and tasted the happiness that youth brought me. Suddenly, I want to stop and indulge in all this, but the moving ship has no iron anchor. I want to go back and relive my old dreams, but no way back is behind me. Life is not a forever rotating record; Youth is not a face that never ages.
I saw the place where the sunny golden feathers rose, standing in the song and hiding in the poem. I have youth, and nothing is impossible. ...
My youth story exam composition 3
Youth has no regrets, because we use blood to render youth; Youth is priceless, because we interpret youth with true feelings; Youth is fearless because we moisten it with sweat. While lighting up the dream of youth, I saw the figure of youth.
Youth is round, full of vitality and hope. Youth, like the fiery sunrise, is warm and intense. She rises from the horizon with the responsibility of the day, and slowly falls with sadness and anger. She is also like a rich golden fruit, bringing people full of joy and comfort.
Youth is square and full of infinite power. Youth is the laughter in the military camp, the sadness of the soldiers, the unyielding spirit, the loyalty to defend the country and the strength of rain or shine. Youth is a smile in distress, a great man's broad mind, and she gives people sincere feelings. She is like a piece of rice paper, painted with bits and pieces of life and colorful colors of life.
Youth is streamlined, it gives people unlimited vitality and motivation. She is like a flowing river. She is the sweat and tears of students, the hope of rising, and the indomitable determination and perseverance. She is the perseverance and persistence of people who struggle silently. She is the most beautiful dancer and singer. Youth, she is an eagle in the storm, she will spread hard and gorgeous wings and soar in the sky.
Youth is a triangle, bearing affection, friendship and love. She is a triangle wheel. When the pointer points to the family, she is a kind of close love. She is incomparable. She is warm and reliable. She showed the image of a dutiful son. When the pointer points to friendship, it is a friend. This is a kind of bitterness. She is very loyal. She is persistent. She is like a loose friendship. She is a little shy when the pointer points to love. How charming and lovely she is. She reminds people of the love that "teaches people to live and die together". This is a heartbreaking and touching love story. It is a kind of lasting warmth. She touched people's tenderest heartstrings. How cute she is.
Youth has many forms, because she is not imprisoned, she is free and growing. The form of youth is changing. On the road of dreams, she is a kind of concentration of life, a song of hope in the new era and an immortal spiritual incarnation. Let us * * * let youth come from the same heart: youth has "shape" and true love lasts forever! Years are ruthless, walking with dreams!
My youth story exam composition 4
Everyone has youth, some people have not experienced it, some people have experienced it, and some people are in the most brilliant, chic, personalized and sunny golden age of life. I am one of these people.
From elementary school to junior high school, I found that everything has changed. No matter how you think, dress, do or even speak, you have a strong sense of self. Therefore, youth is a critical period to shape your personality. I used to think that I could not have a pure childhood, absolute material satisfaction or even give up my life after youth. But I can't lose a youth who may not be rich but absolutely colorful, perhaps immature but absolutely extraordinary.
At this time, I can enjoy my freedom and make the colors of youth richer and more gorgeous. I try to find my unique personality from the ordinary. I like to mingle with boys, but I hate girls' affectation. I like to do what others can't do and say what others can't say, but it is absolutely based on conscience and morality. I like to pursue difference and uniqueness, but I still love national culture and customs.
Youth is interpreted into different meanings in different people. Youth, for those who bury themselves in reading all day and night, is time. To put it mildly, this time it is to contribute to the development of the motherland and the well-being of mankind in the future. To put it bluntly, this time is the capital they use to promote wealth. For those who play with the number plate of youth all day, youth is the reason for doing nothing and burying time. But this reason is far-fetched.
I said that youth should be tears. Every tear is the most precious. Some may be tears that you laugh after finishing something with friends, and some may be tears that you shed after experiencing a storm, which will teach you to grow up and learn to be brave. Others should be tears of happiness with relatives. It will continue to give you encouragement and support you to become the next strong person. It teaches you love and makes you smile and warm forever.
In this youth, I declare that I have my principles, my personality, and I am more proud.
My youth story exam composition 5
Occasionally, I find myself in the youth that the old people envy, the middle-aged people remember and the teenagers yearn for. With excitement and excitement, we are thinking and exploring. What is youth?
Youth is a seedling that emerges from the ground and shows great vitality; Like the rising sun, it shines brightly.
Youth is a river. When it's calm, the spring is tinkling, revealing clear youth. When it is agitated, it is surging and radiating the passion of youth.
Youth is a song. We are at the age when the sun rises, and it is time to love singing. In the ocean of songs, we are swinging the oars of hope and singing a song "My future is not a dream".
Youth is a bright night sky, as beautiful as the moon, with countless fantasy stars. But the moon in youth is more round than the moon in the night sky, and there are more stars in youth than the stars in the night sky.
Youth is a mountain road, changeable, sometimes showing a green picture, sometimes rugged and dangerous, and poisonous weeds. But it will guide you to a bright future. As long as you work hard and don't cling to the roadside scenery, you will eventually reach the most beautiful place in the world. Sailors are not afraid of rough seas. Even if the woodcutter has thorns and deep streams, we should hold our heads high, keep our feet on the ground and push forward.
Youth needs passion, just as fish cannot leave the vast sea; Youth needs challenges, just as soldiers cannot do without weapons; Youth needs strength and self-confidence. Even if there are thousands of obstacles in life, we should face them bravely and penetrate them with our wisdom.
Youth is a hard-working song and a romantic poem. Time flies, and the years pass. In order not to leave too many regrets in memory, let's cherish youth and cherish the years!
My youth story exam composition 6
Take a light bag and camera, and I'm off. My heart is pounding with excitement: I must finish this first moon viewing, and the result in two weeks will be brilliant! Under the dark red sky, I bought an excited and curious pace.
However, the towering buildings interrupted my beautiful dream, making the sky above me less than the size of a playground, which always imprisoned my vision. So I started climbing mountains. I boarded the roof of the bungalow and the top floor of the garage on the second floor. And the surrounding high-rise buildings that can't climb up are even more towering, like I watch the moon and interesting tourists run under my feet. It was dark, and we looked at the red and black sky. In the distance, the rice-sized spire of the TV tower glows red, which is a red spot dotted on the reinforced concrete roof. They warned the plane and quietly dyed the whole darkness red. I complain in my heart: light pollution has stopped my steps again.
So I went to find that lonely place, which is a quiet river and a dense forest bridge. I'm looking forward to a bright reflection of moonlight on the river, and a "floating gold" as drinking water floats up and down. However, only the dark and barren river greeted me, and the river without architecture and moonlight was disappointed and lonely in my heart. Yes, the dark red clouds are still overhead, which gives the moon a gap and opportunity? My excited heart cooled down, leaving only hope for tomorrow and not regretting what I did today. There are many such things! There are many opportunities, don't worry.
One day later, I walked out of the door with a further mentality than the first day, walking among buildings, and suddenly stopped for the "brilliant" moon. It is between two clouds and is in danger of "collapse" at any time. I was ecstatic and sighed again. It is effortless to get it. The bright moon is in the sky, and it is May. In the eyes of the naked eye, it is as turbid and bright as a disk; The moonlight is as soft as water, enough to light my heart. It finally "rounded" my dream that I had been pursuing for several days, and made my dream perfect without regrets.
The long journey these days is full of inner ups and downs. And the moon, like everything we pursued when we were young, is an unexpected joy and even more melancholy in our search. How can there be smooth sailing in the world? We are willing to grow up in the wind and rain.
My youth story exam composition 7
Youth is the youthful pride of "Chang 'an ancient horse, it is too late to cry"; Youth is "trying to get drunk and sing a song about wine". Youth is the romantic feeling of "double-screen heart with Qian Qian knot inside". My youth story is a hurried chapter, and those bits and pieces that have been recorded will always make me unforgettable.
My youth story, holding the reins and turning my head, is bleak.
The wind blows gently and quietly, blowing all over the campus. But where the cold autumn wind blows, I am not covered by dark mist. "How did you do in the exam?" "Oh, no, the salted fish turned over and stuck to the pot again." The road in the corridor is surrounded by voices talking about grades. "You didn't do well in this exam. I heard that you were always among the best when you graduated from primary school. Are you proud? " Suddenly, the teacher's familiar voice appeared in my ear, "I think so." I stammered the teacher's words and stood there for a long time. This is my second week in middle school. I just entered junior high school, and I may still be a little uncomfortable. The decline in grades seems to be the first hurdle in my youth.
My youth story, prosperous past, romantic youth left behind.
"No, you won't cut off the cable of List One again, will you? How can we live? " The mid-term results once again approached the public, but the discussion in the ear turned into a voice. "This time, as always, continue to work hard next time and try to maintain it." "Hello, teacher!" The announcement of the results seems to have restored my trust. Those nights of reading at night, the figure running in the wind and rain, all gathered into a light, illuminating my youth.
My youth story, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Iraq.
"What is your dream?" "I don't know." "But people's youth needs ideals. How can they do without goals? " Yes, everyone has a goal, so what is my ideal? On the weekend, I accidentally turned to a variety show "According to China People's Court" and "Mom, is this a lawyer?" Yes, lawyers are great, and everyone tries to protect the world and everyone. Later, I enviously saw lawyer Wei shine in China court. From then on, the flower of ideal bloomed in my heart. Up to now, people still ask me, "What is your dream?" I will firmly answer you "yes, yes, as a lawyer to protect everyone"
My youth story is like a sunny day, like a star and a bright moon. Hanging in the sky of my life, illuminating the way of the future. Everyone's youth path has ups and downs, as well as likes and dislikes, which are indispensable. This is the story of youth, which has gathered into the great future of the motherland and engraved our youth imprint in a hurried chapter.
My youth story exam composition 8
Summer is young, and the future of unfinished youth can be expected. -inscription
Write and draw on the three-foot platform.
I have countless shadows to support my youth growth, whether high or beautiful; I can't remember how many books on the blackboard taught me to study and live, whether handsome or rough. They have the most beautiful name in the world-teacher.
I still remember that when Xiaoshengchu was most nervous, the math teacher's closest old father died, but he still appeared on the podium the next day. He didn't say a word until he was choked to tears by flying chalk dust ... I still remember last year, I failed an exam and the class teacher called me to the office. This seems to be a few words, which is really meaningful teaching, just like rain falling on the wasteland, with only a few drops. How touching and unforgettable it is to think about the reminders given by teachers in various subjects during the study. ...
They made my youth story as profound as prose.
Write down the figure that accompanied me to grow up.
The umbrella we held together, the candy we stole together, and the tree-lined path we walked together all have a beautiful name-friend.
It was after cleaning, wiping the sweat on each other's faces; Before the physical education exam, give each other high-fives and cheer each other up; It's a tissue that I silently handed me when I was unhappy in the exam and secretly shed tears. It is through friends' arms, hugging and flying together. ...
They made my youth story like a fairy tale, dreamy and beautiful.
Write down the shadow with neat light at hand.
That is the source of human knowledge-books. Ink-scented pages are opened in the rich atmosphere of night, and humiliation is temporarily forgotten.
When I was upset before the tenth piano exam, I was stopped by Shelley's sentence: "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I also hope that the rivers and lakes that are not contaminated with dust are eager to "full of dreams and crush the Milky Way", even if they fight on the battlefield, they are so heroic. "The city drum is still shaking, and the blood in the box is not dry." I really appreciate Mr. Jiang Yang's words, "Studying is not to get a diploma, not to get rich, but to become a person with temperature, interest and thought." A cup of fragrant tea, a roll of pages, and the faint fragrance of ink under the light intoxicated me. ...
They make the story of my youth spring picturesque.
My green stories, like poems, fairy tales and essays, have wonderful stories to be continued. ...
My youth story exam composition 9
Youth is a fire, frustration is a gust of wind; Youth is a bunch of flowers and dreams are a ray of light; Youth is a song, and affection is a melody. My youth story has turned a new page, unique and wonderful. ...
My youth story has written a new chapter, and the fire of youth is more prosperous because of the wind of setbacks. ...
At dusk, a person is walking on the path, stepping on the fallen leaves blown yellow by the wind, and the sound of "crunching" is like my heart breaking a little. I screwed up, and I screwed up again. "It doesn't matter, just too hasty. Continue to work hard next time. " Once again, I perfunctory myself with hasty excuses. The shadow of the right hand keeps moving in front of the desk, with a stack of used draft paper at hand and an empty refill in the drawer ... really can't you take another step forward? I looked up, as if I saw the light of hope not far away, walked forward quickly, returned home with firm steps, picked up a pen and prepared for the next round of struggle.
My youth story, writing a new chapter, the flower of youth blooms more fragrant because of the light of dreams. ...
"Please introduce yourself briefly, such as your dreams, hobbies …" What is my dream? I looked at my busy mother in the kitchen. "Do you have a dream?" My mother said meaningfully, "I wanted to be a doctor before, but my grades were not good and I couldn't get into medical school." At that time, I could choose either Health School or Normal University, but my family felt too tired to go to Health School, and finally I was admitted to Normal University. "These words planted the seeds of dreams in my heart and always warned me to make unremitting efforts for my dreams.
My youth story, writing a new chapter, the song of youth is sung higher because of family ties. ...
The air was filled with gunpowder, and my mother yelled at me, "When will you understand me?" I slammed the door and complained angrily to my mother. The only reason for all this is that I forgot to fold clothes after school. The smell of gunpowder gradually dispersed, and my stomach sang an empty plan. I quietly looked at the kitchen under the door, and my mother rubbed her face skillfully. There is a small pot of meat on the panel. It suddenly occurred to me that I once praised my mother's steamed buns. Since then, a cage of white and fat steamed bread has often appeared on the dining table. My eyes were slightly moist, and tears flowed down unwillingly. Finally, all the contradictions naturally vanished.
My youth story, write a new chapter. Youth without setbacks has no hard training, youth without dreams has no beacon in the fog, and youth without affection has no love. My youth story is tenacious struggle, striving for progress, caring for the motherland and striving for self-improvement.
My composition for the middle school entrance examination in my youth story 10
There are such a group of people who stand at the critical point of youth and maturity, or degenerate or confused. A little person in the crowd, cutting out a story of youth from time, struggled and sacrificed only for a period of youth and frivolous.
One afternoon, the sound of piano filled the air. Fingertips across the keys, leaving stiff and dull notes. That year, I was a freshman.
I bought a piano at home, but I fired my piano teacher. I said I wouldn't care if I went to junior high school. I am a newborn calf and I am not afraid of tigers! With a passion and a courage to be ashamed of singing but eager for music, I jumped out of bed at one o'clock in the morning, stepped on the pedal in the middle to reduce the volume and played silently. I downloaded it online, without music, staring at the palm-sized mobile phone screen, digging carefully one voice after another, and then listening to the cock crow in the yard downstairs, I got into my mother's bed on time, waiting for her to ask questions and answer me that I slept well.
I don't remember what New Year's Eve it was. I only remember that when I played a tune fluently in front of my relatives and friends, my mother opened her mouth so wide.
One night, the book disappeared, and tears slid across my face, wet and spread on my bed. That year, I was in the second grade.
Turn up the brightness of your mobile phone at night and tuck your head into the quilt like a pig. It was also New Year's Eve, and the wooden kang paved in advance was full of seven aunts and eight aunts. My cat is buried in the quilt in the corner, crying for a novel that I just finished reading. The hero is drunk and the heroine is depressed and disgusting. The misunderstanding was already a ghost when it was uncovered, and finally * * * died. So I drifted to the window quietly, feeling inexplicably confused and disappointed, forgetting that it was winter, forgetting that the landing window leaked my calf, only remembering that there were no stars in the darkness of the city at that time, only a decadent beauty.
What time is it now? The eye protection lamp gives off dazzling light, with the ticking of the clock and the snoring of the mother. Looking at a pile of exercises in front of the desk, looking at the thickness makes people breathless, giving birth to a tragic sense of a strong man's broken wrist and a sense of accomplishment and motivation developed by Xueba. This year, I am in Grade Three.
There is an attribute called brushing questions, the connotation of which is hard work, running the piano and tearing novels. From now on, my night belongs only to you.
It is youth, ignorance and arrogance, and also hard work. What's the point of youth without hard work? If you don't work hard, where will the future go? This is the critical point of youth and maturity. Youth does not mean squandering youth, but extracting the motivation for struggle from youth. Now, write the lush years on paper, the king triumphs, hey, young and frivolous.
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