My youth is my call, essay 1. In the blooming season of sixteen, the rainy season buries my laughter, my tears, and my ideals. My flower season and rainy season belong to me, and my youth also belongs to me. I have the right to control my youth. If life is colorful, then youth must be the most gorgeous part of it; if life is a blend of movement and stillness, then youth must be the most vibrant part of it. Brilliantly like the veil of the rising sun, elegantly like a lily on the edge of the cliff, passionately like a red rose, exuding a sultry fragrance. She - I was so fascinated. We invite you to our dance party. You use your beautiful voice and healthy body to drive away the dead silence and ignite enthusiasm. Our society also needs you, your strong energy, your intelligence, your selfless dedication, so that the world can be bright and people's hearts can be clear. Our scientific and technological progress needs you. Your persistence in victory, your incomparable confidence in yourself and your unremitting efforts have helped us advance civilization. Because of you, we no longer retreat in front of the chasm of life; because of you, on the edge of falling, we always have the strength to struggle; because of you, on the bumpy road full of thorns, we always have something in our hearts. The sun shines in the palace of victory; because of you, at the trough of failure, we give ourselves another chance. Without you, there would be no human footprints on Mount Everest; without you, there would be no green figure stationed on the Tibetan Plateau for many years; without you, the human team would be like a blunt arrow. I really can’t imagine how silent and boring the world would be without you. We don't need your wisdom, your experience and your profound and rational vision. We only need your enthusiasm, fearlessness and energy to set sail on our sailboat; we only need your perseverance and tenacity to challenge the storms and waves until we reach the end. They defeat. Don't blame yourself for your frivolity, that is the brightest mark of youth; don't feel inferior to your shallowness, after years of polishing, you will gain full of wisdom and experience. But don't indulge your desires, they are like a whirlpool and will turn you into a bottomless abyss. True youth should learn to master the direction. There is no decay, no regression, your eyes are as bright as a baby. Please embrace me and let my life glow with charming brilliance, making the sun and moon dim. Life is a blank piece of paper, and the future depends on our hands to draw. Therefore, we should use colorful paintbrushes to create a life of our own. My youth should be decided by me.
My Youth I Make the Decision Essay 2 Youth is the brightest and most dazzling time in life; then, who should paint the white paper of youth? Paint a colorful picture ?Is it you? Or, he? No! It’s me! Because, my youth, I make the decision! Youth is as vibrant as a bud ready to bloom; as pure and beautiful as gurgling water; as wonderful as a dazzling story; youth, Belongs to us.
My youth is my decision, Part 4. Throughout the ages, great people have had their own spirits. But no one can remember those unknown and selfless dedications. And the little bits of starlight that always exist in the corner can always shine with infinite light. And she devoted her entire youth to this. My Chinese teacher has regular facial features and does not wear glasses. She seems to be a not very outstanding girl. But you don’t know that her petite body exudes the smell of coffee, and her bones reveal awe-inspiring righteousness. God may think this is not enough, so she also has an interesting soul. She is a teacher who teaches with fun and is good at communication. Before each class, a classmate will bring his own PPT to the stage to present - this is a special event arranged by her. Sometimes the theme may be poetry appreciation, and sometimes it may be movie sharing. Finally it’s my turn to take the stage in this class. What I share is Lin Huiyin’s “You Are April in the World”. I was extremely nervous, so she stood quietly in the audience, looking at me seriously with her eyes, and a gentle smile on her lips. After I finished the presentation, she commented for me: "You can see that you put a lot of effort into your presentation. I thought it was done by a girl." She smiled, and so did I. In the following class, she affectionately told us the love story of Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin, expanding extracurricular knowledge. There are both sadness and joy, and both voices and emotions. When communicating with classmates, it is as natural as flowing water. I thought to myself: Such a teacher is so good! She is also a teacher who treats everyone equally and is impartial. She never compares the best and worst students in the class - only encouragement and hard work. During one monthly exam, my score dropped by thirteen points. I was talking to her about the exam at the school gate. She smiled and said, "You have regressed a bit this time! But this is not your true level, and I won't tell your mother." The teacher patted me on the shoulder again. To this day, I still feel that touch in my heart. Thank you, Teacher Zhong! It is you who gave us your youth and time. It’s the cans of coffee and the dark circles under our eyes that make us who we are. Every smile and every action you take in class enlightens us. You use the bloom of your youth to lay the foundation for our future. All in all, your spirit will always be engraved in my heart!
My youth is my decision, essay 5. Youth is an extremely small grain of sand in the long river of time, but it occupies the largest part in our memories when we are old. When we were children, our lives were stable and worry-free. Maybe you were happier at that time than you are now, but that kind of happiness can only be called "the happiness of a little flower in a greenhouse." There was stable sunshine, warm temperature, friends and family living together, and my mother would serve delicious dishes at a fixed time every day. Of course, that was childhood. However, the price of this stability is the thick glass. Life can only be looked out from the solid glass room. Only the fixed classmates and friends will always live in the arms of their parents. Without going through hardship, they will always be the little flowers in the greenhouse. , will not grow. The current economic situation is not good, and it is difficult to say whether it will really get better, but the future has indeed become more uncertain, so competition has become extremely fierce. In today's society, if you want to survive, you have to fight for everything by yourself. If you are too stuck in the rules, if you are not selfish, it will be very difficult to survive in this society, you will be full of anxiety about the uncertain future, and you will become selfish and rude. These rebuke are the fate of the times. However, our dear parents had the foresight to enroll their daughters in this class long ago, in order to lay a good foundation for the future. They never asked their children in advance, whether they wanted it or not, whether they loved it or not, as long as they could repay Just report. It is conceivable that who is in charge of our youth? Yes, it is our parents! Even if our parents' outlook on the times and values ????can keep pace with the times, our future seems to have been paved by our parents. As long as you walk towards the road, Providing food and clothing for life will not be a problem if you follow the path of your parents. Therefore, children with life-setting are the most pitiful. There are no risks in life, only sunshine, and they cannot withstand setbacks and blows.
The pen will never stop and the dream will never stop. As far as your dreams go, you can go as far as you want. Let your dreams fly. I am in charge of my youth!
I am in charge of my youth. Essay 9. With the nostalgia for my childhood, I opened the door to the story of youth. The picture scroll depicts a different youth. My youth is my decision! Green, high-spirited and calm. I like to immerse myself in books, and words are my most loyal companions. Take a sip of tea and feel calm in the remaining fragrance, taste Shula's chestnut cake and tiramisu, experience Jane Eyre's rebellious spirit and priceless dignity, and follow Dr. Aronnax to swim twenty thousand miles under the sea. Books are spiritual "Green vegetables" "Birds flutter their wings first if they want to fly high, and people first study if they want to make progress." Green youth, scholarly youth! High-spirited youth! My youth is my decision! Gray, sad, melancholy. I understand that thinking about the past creates nostalgia for the past, and thinking about the future creates hope. But I stubbornly miss the past time. It left me and broke away alone, taking away all the light and scattering the memories everywhere. Lonely, I hugged my knees and sat down. A deep sadness came over me, dragging me back to the past. Now, things have changed, people have changed, everything has stopped, and I shed tears before I wanted to speak. Youth is very gloomy. I realize that the golden age is in front of us and not behind us. We cannot sigh for the years that have passed away. We must face the time that has slipped away in a hurry. While we are still young, we must listen to the predecessors' "flowers will bloom again." "No one is young anymore" advice, arm yourself with knowledge! I have the final say in my youth!