A 600-word composition about being wild, Part 1
Youth is active, passionate, and restless.
In the years of youth, we continue to grow, change, and improve ourselves. Although it is not a straight road, there are twists and turns. In youth, we will encounter setbacks, suffer blows, and be frank, reckless and rebellious, but we live out the inherent color of youth. Youth, no matter how painful it is, still shines with her beauty and brilliance.
Youth is the process of growth for everyone, and growth will also be accompanied by setbacks. We will grow because of setbacks. Frustration is not terrible. What is terrible is that you face setbacks but do not have the courage to face it. There will always be some setbacks in everyone's life. These setbacks are not to weaken your will or make you fall behind, but to make your will stronger and closer to your goals. But the key still depends on you. Attitude, as the famous saying goes: Attitude determines everything, attitude determines success or failure. As the saying goes: "The more setbacks a person overcomes, the easier it is for him to succeed." Experiencing setbacks is a stepping stone to experience your life. Only with setbacks and courage can we want to overcome them. Find experience from setbacks, find ways to move towards your goals. Therefore, every time we experience a setback, we will grow a step further. Therefore, when facing setbacks, we must have the courage to overcome them.
In the process of youth, we may be a little stubborn, reckless, and even a little rebellious. In the restless years of youth, maybe we were not so well-behaved, maybe we were not so obedient. On the way to youth, we will also be troubled by some things, be impulsive and reckless, be frank and unreasonable, and have conflicts with family members because of rebellion. These will be the marks we leave on the road to youth. Faced with these troubles, we should not give up our longing for youth. As long as we take it seriously, youth will still be so beautiful. Adolescence is a period that everyone goes through. It is a period of transition to adulthood. It is also a time when we develop habits and establish goals in life.
Youth is active, passionate and restless. In the years of youth, we continue to grow, change, and improve ourselves. In the age of youth, we are bound to suffer certain setbacks. Facing these setbacks, we should have the courage to face them, overcome difficulties, and treat setbacks with a correct attitude. Let youth be active and let us run wild in the embrace of youth! A 600-word composition about spreading wildness, Part 2
I love the green robe in spring, the coolness in summer, and the fallen leaves in autumn. Today is a beautiful day with crisp autumn air. The "Little Orange Lamp" organization held an outdoor study activity class. The place we went to this time was called "Saye Farm". The name sounded domineering, so I went with it.
Along the way, we chatted and ate the snacks we brought, and unknowingly arrived at Saye Farm. After we got off the bus, we followed the tour guide and teacher to the Chopstick Museum. When the students saw many planes placed on the tables in the library, they started talking about it. "It's just making a pair of chopsticks, how difficult is it, haha..." a classmate said with a smile. After hearing this, we felt that it was very easy to do, and we were full of confidence. After listening to the instructor's explanation, we started making chopsticks. Some students held the plane in both hands, their faces flushed, like a ripe apple, and they pushed the plane one after another. Some students were picking at their chopsticks leisurely, and slowly, the appearance of a pair of chopsticks gradually emerged. Not to be outdone, I started polishing with sandpaper under the sound of "ka ka ka". Finally, each of us made decent chopsticks.
Next, we came to the playground of mobile games. The students excitedly ran to line up next to their favorite mobile games. I came to line up next to the bumper cars. After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn. I happily jumped into a green car. The game started, and the "bang" sound scared me. What's going on? It turned out to be a blue car, which hit a red car at lightning speed. The students were all driving as fast as the fast drivers in the movie "Bay Driver."
I turned the steering wheel and bumped into Chen Bohan. He was twisting the steering wheel hard, but the car didn't obey his orders at all. The three happy minutes passed quickly, and we still had more to say.
After that, we immediately ran to the roller coaster and lined up. When it was my turn, I found an empty car and sat down. "Beep beep beep" the car started to start. Soon, my classmates were shouting "Wow wow wow" like crazy people. I pretended to be calm and sat in the car, but in fact I was shouting "wow" like my classmates, and I was very nervous.
Happy time is always short-lived, we bid farewell to Saye Farm. This place makes me feel happy. Thank you, Saye Farm. I will come again next time! 600-word Essay on Wild Things 3
Before we had time to say goodbye to Tongtong Nian, we were already pushed onto the train of youth; before we had enough of the "embrace" of our parents, we had to try to run towards the future alone. distance. We are a group of young teenagers. With the innocence of childhood and the maturity of middle age, we express the code of our hearts under the blue sky that only we ourselves can decipher.
Running wild in the arms of youth, because of youth, we have many dreams.
Once upon a time, we worshiped the ancient rangers and were so fascinated by martial arts novels in class that we suddenly woke up when the teacher’s pointer knocked on the table; once upon a time, we swore to be biologists and would not hesitate to kill the small animals at home. We still refused to give up despite the severe rebuke from our parents; once upon a time, in order to express our "tofu cubes", we rummaged and thought hard in front of the cold window under the solitary lamp. In our youth, we have Jay Chou, Stefanie Sun, Beckham, Michael Jordan, Yang Zhenlin, Bill Gates, Qiong Yao, Sanmao and Lu Xun... In our youth, we are listening to the class teacher who must seize the time to study. While admonishing, we were quickly thinking about where to go in the afternoon; when we were young, we were lamenting that today’s students have too heavy a burden and too much pressure, but at the same time we had to carry a heavy burden under the eager eyes of our parents. bag.
Be wild in the arms of youth, because youth has no age distinction.
Youth not only belongs to us, but also to those who are over 60 years old. Although Father Time has engraved the vicissitudes of time on their foreheads and hung the wind and frost on their temples, their will has never aged. There are their busy footsteps in the community; their joyful singing in the square... Because they retain an undiminished childlike innocence, youth will stay with them forever!
Run wild in the arms of youth, because youth is rich and colorful.
Youth, you are the new green in spring, dispelling the harsh winter, beautifying the earth, and bringing warmth and hope to people; Youth, you are the sunshine in autumn, bright and gorgeous, passionate, and bringing people happiness. Come to harvest and joy; Youth, you are the bright smiling face of children, unrestrained and carefree, bringing joy and vitality to people; Youth, you are the mentality that old people will always maintain, and the belief that "people are strong with age" brings people Come to happiness and eternity; youth, you are the craziness of the men's football team entering the "World Cup", I am the cheer for Beijing's successful bid for the Olympics, you are the pace to keep pace with the times and run towards a well-off society.
Be wild in the arms of youth, because youth has no rules.
Being wild in the arms of youth, being positive, constantly making progress, pursuing excellence, and never being satisfied are the best interpretations of you. A 600-word essay on spreading wildness, Part 4
Everyone will go through infancy, early childhood, adolescence, middle age and old age in their life. Adolescence is the most beautiful stage in life; adolescence is also a turning point in life, a new starting point for us from childishness to maturity.
Some people may say, what is youth? I believe that youth is wanton squandering; it is the decision to love or hate; it is the pursuit of freedom. Of course, everyone has different opinions, and we cannot judge whether others are right or wrong based on our own opinions.
Youth is rebellious, and sometimes you will get angry for no reason because of a trivial thing or a common remark. Sometimes, we are strong and cheerful; sometimes, we become very inferior and aggrieved.
Youth is like this, we continue to grow in the process of stumbling. Many times, we will use it as an excuse to do something that seems crazy, because "if it wasn't crazy, we would be big." But when we make a mistake, we will shirk all the responsibilities to youth as soon as possible. Even if we don't have it, we will always comfort ourselves: Youth is nothing.
I remember that I failed an exam for the first time in my history. I thought that the teacher would not send out the school newsletter, so I wanted to hide it. Unexpectedly, the head teacher actually talked to me and even took a photo of my test paper and sent it to my mother. That night, I returned home determined to die. Unsurprisingly, the atmosphere at home has reached its lowest point. I dragged my heavy steps and came to my mother to admit my mistake. Before I opened my mouth, I heard my mother's scolding, each sentence was more harsh than the other. Finally, my mother and I started to quarrel.
This summer vacation, my mother secretly browsed my social QQ account while I was not at home. After I found out, I was very angry because I felt that I was no longer a primary school student and I needed a certain amount of private space. For this reason, I had another fight with my mother. From then on, I guarded my mother like a thief. Now that I think about it, my relationship with my mother shouldn't be like this.
We grow up in the baptism of youth. Maybe this road will be very bumpy, but in the end we cannot let our youth regret it, because we only have one youth. We run wild in the arms of youth. We are ignorant and rebellious yet sensible, strong yet fragile, cheerful yet inferior. A 600-word composition about being wild, Chapter 5
At this time, we are in our youth. In these years, we will all have our own ideas, and we will be very frank, rebellious, and unreasonable... but these are the inherent colors of youth.
In these years, we are very straightforward. There is no hypocritical mask, face others and the world truly. We will not flatter others insincerely, nor can we look at life indifferently without any emotion. We use our emotions to relate to others genuinely. This is us, people in our youth.
In these years, we are very rebellious. Tired of listening to their parents’ nagging, they would contradict each other from time to time; they couldn’t stand the teacher’s usual “motivating methods” and would go against the results expected by the teacher. Because of this rebellion, we have tasted many bitter fruits, suffered many blows, and gone through many detours, but we have no regrets. Although the road to youth is not straight, it is a great treasure in our lives. This is us, the people in our prime.
In these years, we are very stubborn. We will not give up our decision easily, and we will argue with our parents and teachers. What we think is right must be right in our hearts. No matter whether it makes sense or not, we will tell the truth. Sometimes parents and teachers are so angry that they can't say a word, but who's youth doesn't have this kind of stubbornness? Everyone's youth will be like this - stubborn and unreasonable. This is who we are, these are passionate people.
Youth is like this, reckless, reckless, and blind worship. However, this is also the unique color of youth. No matter how painful youth is, it will still shine with its unique light. A 600-word composition about being wild, Chapter 6
Youth is my capital, happiness is my symbol, and moving forward bravely is my vow of never regretting in my life. I believe that as long as I don’t give up, everything is possible.
I built my stage myself and let the whole world see it! I wrote my script myself, and I believe that I will always be the protagonist! I know my charm myself, and it will definitely exceed everyone’s expectations! My youth shines on me. Every tomorrow, let me embrace it with my youth and love. (I) like excitement, because youth allows personality to show off; I like adventure, because youth makes the blood boil; I dare to challenge, because youth makes brave people fearless; I dare to transcend, because youth makes thinking innovative. Open your hands and let your youth have no limits! Travel through different fields and spaces, challenge everything, and have a different experience in life. Don’t be afraid of changes and keep moving forward. The unknown area ahead is the starting point of my adventure.
Enjoy every minute, I see the miracle of the world appearing tomorrow! Youth has no limits, I always believe: as long as I persist, tomorrow will be better; as long as I persist, my youth will be colorful!
Youth It is the most abundant wealth, youth is the most special magic, youth is the most beautiful memory, and youth is the most unlimited potential. I am satisfied because I enjoy youth; I am proud because I have youth. I cherish every minute, learning, changing, pursuing, creating... I know that nothing is easy, so I work hard to hold the thread that holds the future in my hands. I want to be worthy of my youth and my declaration, and move forward towards a better tomorrow... I am young and I am happy, I am young and I am public, I am young and I strive, I am young and I look forward to it. We must boldly believe in our own strength. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to do it unless you give up on yourself, so I want to say loudly that I must achieve results. A 600-word composition about being wild, Chapter 7
I sat in front of the bed and looked out the window, filled with memories. Life is a gorgeous illusion, and time is a thief who steals everything. When I was seven years old, I caught the cicada and thought I could catch Xia Tian. When I was seventeen years old, I kissed his face and thought I could be with him forever.
Is there such a thing that will never change, the beauty that has been embraced will never be broken again, so that the harsh years cannot be wild on the face, so that life and death are far away, who can hear it. I sat in front of the bed and turned my head to see who was sleeping. The old face seemed to me as I closed my eyes tightly. Those who once loved me and those whom I deeply loved were all surrounding me. The regrets and attachments that could not be taken away were all around me. Turn into the last tear. Is there such a drop of tears that can wash away regrets and turn into heavy rain falling on the street where there is no way back? Give me another chance to rewrite the story, and I owe him a lifelong apology.
Is there a world where it never gets dark, where the stars, the sun, and everything is under my command? The moon is not busy waxing and waning, spring is not far away, and the treetops hug the leaves tightly, who can hear it. This life is repeating itself before my eyes. I came from darkness and returned to darkness. The world is between heaven and earth in one moment. Who will I be next time? Is there such a rose that will never wither? Always proud and perfect never compromise. Why does life end up like a scrap of paper, not as bright as a petal once. Is there such a bookmark to stop that day, the most innocent smiling face and the most beautiful year.
The schoolbag is filled with cakes and soda. The eyes only have no guessing and innocence, which makes us lawless. Is there such a poem that cannot find the end? Youth will always settle in our years. Both boys and girls have guitars and dancing shoes, and they forget the pain in the world and only have sweetness. Is there such a day when I can go through it all over again tomorrow and let me feel the squandered yesterday again? No matter survival or life, I will not waste it. I will not let the story be so regretful. Who can hear it? I don’t want to say goodbye. I sat in front of the bed and looked at my fingertips that were already like smoke. 600-word Essay on Saye, Part 8
The freshness of nature can be tasted with the sense of smell, the beauty of nature can be found with the eyes, and the fun of nature can be experienced with the heart. In nature, we put aside the school rules, ignore 123 or ABC, and run as much as we want under the blue sky and on the grass...
I have been a child since I was a child. Live in the country. At that time, there was a village with rippling blue waves in front of the hut, and that became a place for me to run wild. I often go to the ditch to catch tadpoles. If it is the breeding season of frogs, I use a plastic bottle to fish back and forth in the turbid water. In less than ten minutes, two bottles of tadpoles can be filled. Then I would release them, catch them again, and have fun doing it.
In spring, walking into the yellow rapeseed fields and listening to the accompaniment of insects, I felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever before. Occasionally, a few bees will fly out of the flowers, and I will follow them for two to three hundred meters, or I will fiddle with a thicker branch back and forth among the flowers to look for a larger beehive nearby that I can use my camera on. Keep a record of their comings and goings.
In the hot summer, my first pleasure is to find a tablecloth, spread it on the ground, sit or lie on it, chew mint-flavored gum, and listen to the rustle of the leaves in the wind. .
The cicadas were chirping tirelessly on the trees, one after another, sweet to the ears. The green grass became "grass waves" all around, caressing my slightly open palms, which was particularly comfortable. From time to time, fallen leaves slowly fall from the sky, slowly spinning and falling to the ground.
The cute cricket was too fragile and froze to death in the cold wind of autumn after only a few tossings. So, I rarely catch them.
It’s holiday, let’s go wild and feel the charm of nature! A 600-word composition about spreading wildness, Part 9
Wu Zhe is a contracted writer in Jinjiang. His representative works are "Frivolous" and "Wild". Today, I would like to recommend her novel of more than 300 chapters - "Saying Wild".
"When I step on the air, I will fly." This is a lyric that describes the protagonist Gu Fei. "Going Wild" is a campus inspirational novel. The things it tells are exactly the things we have encountered and experienced in our lives. Wu Zhe once said that she wanted to write a real-life portrayal of high school students, so she created "Saying Wild".
The story takes place in an economically backward small city in Anshan Steel Plant. Jiang Cheng, a high school student, was adopted by his adoptive family and sent back to his biological father by his adoptive mother. Jiang Cheng's father loved to drink, gamble, and do all kinds of illegal things. Every time Jiang Cheng came home, he would see his father being beaten by a group of people. He once again rushed to help his father, but his cowardly father once again frustrated him. This is Jiang Cheng's biological family, which is repressed and lives a life of debt collection every day.
But he met his classmate Gu Fei. Gu Fei is a tough guy, he can fight and smoke. But Jiang Cheng became good friends with him. In Gu Fei's words, it was the dawn of Luo Cheng that made him turn around. They are two good-natured brothers who live for each other. No matter how unhappy their families are, they smile and face hope because of each other.
What I remember most is the chapter about Jiang Cheng’s encounter with Gu Fei on the bridge, so I’m going to tell you about it. That evening after dinner, Jiang Cheng prepared to walk around. When he reached the bridge, he saw Gu Fei. Gu Fei turned his back to him, holding a camera in his hand, facing the sunset scenery, and clicked a few times to take a picture of Jiang Cong who was walking towards him. I have seen that photo before. In the camera, Jiang Cheng is facing the light, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are full of hope. It's just like the letter in the fake scum: "Let's go together, to a farther place!"
This recommendation has ended, and "Saying Wild" has also been turned over. Wu Zhe, this bitch, told me what "Wild" is from a hopeful high school student. A 600-word composition about being wild, part 10
Perhaps, youth is confused and cannot find the direction; perhaps, youth has no regrets and writes a chapter in life. In youth, I feel warmth, helplessness, cowardice, and happiness. No regrets, no hurt, no thoughts, this is how I feel.
When I stepped into the gate of middle school for the first time, I couldn’t help but feel a little excited in my heart. I was a little hopeful and a little lonely. I was looking forward to new people and new things. I missed my classmates who had been separated for a long time and the unhappiness in the past. , the small grudges have long since been let go, and only reluctance remains in my heart. In the eyes of my classmates, I wonder, what kind of person am I? I often think about this question and wait for time to give me an answer.
When the resentment in my heart dissipated, I ran wildly on campus and ran wild in the arms of youth. Maybe I made youth unhappy, and it gave me acne when I disagreed. I lifted up my bangs, tied up my hair, turned my head handsomely, and discussed with the pimples on my forehead that since you followed me, you have to listen to me, please stop joining in the fun, and I will apply more medicinal oil. When the black ink on the tip of the pen touched the paper, I didn't know who it was, and shouted "Ouch". No one knew why, but they all laughed. I don't know why they laughed, whether it was because of that sentence, or because of the confusion of youth, still No one knows. Everyone around me was laughing, and I couldn't help but laugh.
During school, there are always people who like to have a few nicknames. The physics teacher’s bald head is called 100 Watts, the classmate’s curly hair is called Little Teddy, and the dark skin is called Dark Chocolate. When I graduated, I didn’t know who it was, so I shouted, Youth, I want to run wild in your arms. It's still like this, one person is smiling, several people are laughing, and they are infected bit by bit.
Of course, girls' gossip abilities are not limited. They are like birds in the mountains and insects on the branches and leaves, with a wide range and large numbers. All day long you mention one thing and I take another, such as who do you like? Some people's faces turn red with embarrassment, while others burst into laughter, but who can say that you don't have the time to be young? Whoever runs wild in the arms of youth has no regrets and tears.
We run wild in the arms of youth, and we cannot change the habits we have had since childhood. We don’t know if we should add a different color to our lives, and we don’t know if it is superfluous. Youth has no regrets, and the style remains the same as before; youth has no injuries, and although everything has been suffered, it is indifferent; I only remember those back figures, walking in the distance, disappearing little by little in front of my eyes. The memories of youth are memories that last a lifetime. We need to remember His goodness. However, at this moment we are still young, looking forward, I believe we can create more beautiful memories ~ Zaye composition 600 words part 11
When I step on the air, I will fly
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As the sun sets, the orange-red light shines on my body, giving me a layer of worldly tenderness, and I can't feel any warmth at all. The sky in my eyes is gray, the grass is gray, the streets are gray, and my heart is still gray. I was lying on the grass next to a test paper full of red crosses, and my eyes were stung by the bright red scores. I closed my eyes, and I didn't know when there were two lines of tears on my cheeks.
In my mind, I recall the formulas I have memorized, the exercises I have done, the test papers I have passed, and the tears I have wiped away... However, this The test paper shattered my confidence to the core.
Night is gradually falling, and the late birds remind me that it is getting late. I wiped away my tears and prepared to go home. As soon as I picked up my school bag, a piece of paper fell out of the bag, which said, "It's easy to give up, but it's cool to persist. I want to be a cool person!". I remembered that this sentence was written to myself who wanted to give up time and time again. The wind at night made me awake a lot. I meditated for a long time. Although the process of doing the questions was very hard, I lived a very fulfilling life. Struggle after struggle makes me feel hope and beauty.
The beauty of the eagle lies in the belief in fighting against the sky; the beauty of wintersweet lies in the optimism of smiling at the ice and snow; and the beauty of life lies in transcending oneself, in repeated struggles and unremitting pursuit.
My heart that had lost confidence was rekindled with brilliance, like a fire that would never be extinguished. I started running like crazy, leaving behind all the loss, despair and worries. Every step seems to crush all the confusion, depression, and panic. The wind whizzes past my ears, and the moonlight shines on my body, giving off a different brilliance. I didn't know how long I ran, but I exhausted my last bit of strength and collapsed on the ground. Looking at the sky, the stars are shining brightly; looking at the grass, the grass is tall and straight, green and full of life; looking at the street, the faces of passers-by are full of joy, and their bodies are exuding different brilliance; my heart is moved Filled with beauty and hope.
Under the moonlight, the girl picked up her schoolbag and strode towards her home. Everywhere she stepped was shining with a faint light, which was full of beauty for the future. A 600-word essay on "Saye", Part 12
There are many books with different contents and naturally different principles. "Saying Wild" gave me a new understanding and thinking about life.
There are three books in total. It mainly tells the story of a top student named Jiang Cheng who came to a steel factory and met Gu Miao, an autistic little girl who loves skateboarding. Because Gu Miao couldn't tell her where to become a monk, Jiang Cheng had no choice but to find her brother, Gu Fei, according to the phone number Gu Miao gave him. In this way, because of the girl Gu Miao, the top student Jiang Cheng and the steel mill bully Gu Fei became good friends. During the years in the steel factory, the two of them worked hard to redeem each other, and eventually became the best person in each other's eyes.
I like Gu Fei. He grew up in a rather special family: his mother has a girlish heart and rarely interferes with family affairs; his sister has autism, cannot speak, and only screams when she is scared. It can be said that he supports the whole family alone. But he never complained about hardship and tiredness, and always endured everything silently alone.
Since becoming good friends with Jiang Cheng, he has become much more cheerful, but he is still unwilling to accept help from others. He feels that his own affairs should be borne by himself and not involve others. Later, Jiang Cheng was admitted to university and moved away from home, but he never forgot Gu Fei and Gu Miao. He decided to earn some money by working part-time and help Gu Miao with her medical treatment. Gu Fei found out about this, and although he was touched, he didn't want Jiang Cheng to waste his time on this matter, and hoped that Jiang Cheng would study hard. And Jiang Cheng believes that as good friends, we should help each other. Neither of them could convince the other, and they had no contact for a long time. Later, after watching Gu Miao get better little by little, the two finally got back together.
After reading this book, on the one hand, I admire Gu Fei for his courage to take responsibility, and on the other hand, I am moved by Jiang Cheng’s persistence as a friend. It turns out that I was just like Gu Fei. I believed that I should bear my own affairs and not bring trouble to others. I gradually became very introverted. Unknowingly, I could not resolve many pressures and worries, and I became more and more indifferent. Happy. The friendship between Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng made me realize that in the vast world, it is difficult to cope with everything alone. Most of the time, we need to rely on the strength of a group to achieve more value. Warm each other and complete each other. This should be the biggest gain this book has given me!
"Saying Wild" is not wild. What it brings us is warmth. It is a ray of hope that shines into the darkness with our own efforts and the support of others. A 600-word composition about running wild, Part 13
When we are fifteen or sixteen years old, it is the most glorious moment of youth, the time to run wild in the arms of youth.
At this time, we are in a period of rebellion. He often quarrels and talks back with his parents and plays wantonly. But we have forgotten what we should do most now.
I used to like reading novels, and I would rather read novels than do my homework, which wasted a lot of time. Sometimes my mother comes to ask me to stop looking at my mobile phone, and I am like an angry lion, roaring at her: "Whether you are annoyed or not, it's none of my business. It's none of your business what I see." "And walked away. My mother often told me that I should study hard now and not waste time on these things. I should work hard for my youth. But I didn't listen, and it's still the same. I hold my phone every day , lying in bed reading novels until late at night.
Now that I have entered the third grade of junior high school, I look at the struggling classmates around me, and they are all working hard for their youth. The atmosphere touched me a lot, and I regretted it. I decided not to indulge in reading novels, but to fight for my youth, so that even if it doesn't turn out as well as I imagined, I still work hard and won't regret it.
Gradually, I stopped reading novels and started to work hard. My mother no longer looked so worried, and I felt a little more happy. Looking at my mother now and the few silver hairs on her head, it was all because of me. Evidence. Now I am no longer as ignorant as I used to be. Now I know what youth is and how to run wild in the arms of youth.
The high school entrance examination is approaching, and every classroom The atmosphere of high school is full of tension. Prepare for the high school entrance examination and let your youth shine.
Youth is so beautiful, but the highlights of all this are all in the details, isn’t it? Youth again. Beauty is also a series of small things connected together. Only when these small bright spots shine and heat can the whole youth shine with its brightest light. Youth is beautiful, youth is not old, and youth is dazzling, but youth only lasts for a few years. Only by truly making use of these short years and trying to grasp every detail so that youth can truly get its due value can this period of youth be regret-free, complain-free, and regret-free for you. 14
I want to raise my head and let the sun shine brightly, and you give me a simple hug. I want to be crushed and confused, and when I open my eyes, I want to hear a dream on my left shoulder and a smile on my right shoulder. . I want to run wild in my world.
When we were young, we ran wild and carefree in the warm arms of our parents until the years passed. Time is quiet. I just want to grow up quickly and see the adult world.
Look at what they call a cold world. So, we pretend to be confused and understand, and we grow up.
When we grow up, as fledglings, we run rampant in this world full of cold colors, and end up with scars all over our bodies, and the edges and corners of our bodies are also rasped by society, just like that. Slowly smoothed out. Xin Qiji looked back at dusk and found that the man was in a dimly lit place. And I looked back at dusk. Suddenly I found that summer was approaching quietly. And we have also entered the precursor of the third year of high school. Everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner, but it felt disorganized. Maybe ten years from now we will be in a corner of the world, wearing headphones and listening to music, humming: What I miss is that summer, what I miss is talking about everything, what I miss. What I miss... So we pretend to be confused and pretend that we have not grown up.
When you grow up, you will wear a hairstyle you don’t like, wear clothes that don’t fit, walk among people you don’t fit in with, work from nine to five, and then just grow old like this. The first thing that gets old is our thoughts, and then our appearance. As time goes by, our passion will be extinguished, we will lose our vision for the future, and our love for life will be like a salted fish. No, it should be said that it is not as good as a salted fish, because sometimes salted fish will turn over, and all we have is numb thoughts at the mercy of numb bodies. Then repeat the mechanical life. No, my life shouldn't be like this. Even if my life doesn't stand out, others will. Don't be like everyone else, born in the ordinary, but not willing to be mediocre, this is my best portrayal. I will crush the confusion, walk through time, raise my head to the warm sun, and embrace my tomorrow and my future.
After growing up. I will be alone, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, wandering around the world. When he was tired, he stopped to rest, then picked up his luggage and started running wild. I want to see all the vicissitudes of the world, the partings in the world, and the eternal unchangeability of this world. I want to live like this wantonly and willfully.
I want to choose a city to grow old in, I want to wait for a farewell song, I want to recall incomplete old things, and I also want to run wild in my world until I grow old.