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? A box leads to infinite reverie, and how many stories are interpreted inside and outside the box. ?
Lying in front of the window, watching geese fly across the sky and red leaves fall, this is a kind of enjoyment, a little cozy. I know nothing about it, except that paper planes are more interesting than anything else. Take a chair, climb up and lean against the window. If nothing else, just throw the paper plane out and watch it hover in the air until it hits the ground. That is, there will be endless happiness and excitement in my heart. Now I understand, that's childish.
Lying in front of the window, looking at the beautiful and wonderful world outside the window, I will feel a little impulsive and feel that it is the passion and joy that youth should have. Now I like reading in front of the window. The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. ? Wandering in the ocean of words, it feels great! Like playing computer, although it is a virtual network world, it can keep you away from the noise of the city and have your own space. I also like to see the scenery outside the window and the ever-changing changes in my hometown. I think everything is wonderful. They are a beautiful painting. Suddenly I feel that I have grown up and pursue a quiet and passionate! A small window witnessed my growth. I have changed from a naive little girl to a middle school student who stimulates fashion.
The scenery outside the window is still the same, but the people outside the window are growing. The staff has changed, but the window has not changed.
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What is youth? Impulsive, rebellious or crazy.
How much do we have on our minds as the flower season approaches? What did the teacher say? The wings are hard and can't be controlled?
In the eyes of their parents, they slammed the door and left. But is this so-called youth? Do we really want this?
Just out of adolescence, we are confused at the intersection of youth, but we are at a loss, sensitive and have not abandoned childishness. But the youth we long for is optimistic and flamboyant.
Maybe we like the hustle and bustle, but when we are immersed in fast-paced music, we will occasionally be silent and helpless. We will regret slamming the door after talking, but we will not bow our heads if we are competitive. Alone in a quiet space, we also fantasize about the future. When we are really happy, we also show our naivety.
Of course, on this vast road of youth, you will also encounter many things worth remembering for a lifetime. Every difficulty you encounter is an indispensable experience in your later life.
For those who have given me difficulties on this bumpy road of youth, I want to be strong; Thanks to those who treat me as a brother, let me learn to be grateful and accompany me through the difficulties; Thank those who tolerate me when I am impulsive and let me return to the right path.
Youth takes us flying, and we should face those difficulties positively, because only by crossing them can you see the rainbow after the rain.
Happy youth, happy youth!
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What is youth? How many times have I asked myself?
Flowers are blooming, cicadas are singing, and fallen leaves are snowing.
Youth has the brilliance of flowers, the brilliance of cicadas, the moment when leaves fall and the purity of snow.
When I was a child, I thought youth was just a time to buy my own lollipops.
Childhood thought that youth was melancholy and troublesome. Like a withered sunflower. When I really entered adolescence, I found that everything was so beautiful and passionate.
Sitting at the exam table, I carved words on the old-fashioned exam paper. Finally, throw the pen in your hand and stick your head out of the window. Outside the window, a sunflower is circling the sun. It held its head high, straightened its back, opened its mouth as wide as possible, and greeted the light with a smile. Is it a smile, a smile? Although it knows it will speed up its journey. But in pursuit of glory, it does not hesitate to pay any price. Just to leave no resentment at the most glorious moment of life.
Well, isn't this sunflower our youth? I resolutely picked up the pen thrown on the ground and rejoined? Fight? . Watching the students hand in their papers one by one in advance, and I never did! I want to cherish this fleeting youth.
The sun shines on the sunflower, and every melon seed on the sunflower is silently saving, saving, waiting for the day when it breaks out. I touched my head and found that the whole head was hot. Is it because I'm nervous about the exam?
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In fact, sometimes, I have been thinking, why do people study? Why do you want to learn those? For example, the great discovery of a scholar, the theory of a scholar, the thoughts of the ancients, and ancient documents?
Always resist these things, so it leads to a straight decline in grades, heartbreaking parents and confusing them again. Personality? Is it really right? Is this good? In other words, paranoia is wrong. Learning those things is not for us to decide, but it may help us, whether it is for our intelligence or our thinking.
Study hard, take every day seriously, live every day seriously, take your youth seriously, so that your youth will have no regrets, and you will not regret it after many years. For their own sake, but also for the parents who raised themselves with hardships, so that they can be proud of themselves and smile happily at us in the future. So, study hard?
There is only one youth, and there is no second. If you squander the first time, you will be doomed to a lifetime of sorrow. Seize youth, so that it will not disappear in your own hands. So that one day I can stand under the blue sky and say with a clear conscience: My life has no regrets! ?
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Youth is like a little hairball in your hand, soft, small and lovely.
I always remember the title of the article "Youth lasts only one season", just like my signature. A season of laughter, flowers bloom unbeaten? I really want to have a season's smile, but I will still be defeated after the flowers bloom. The undefeated is our eternal memories of youth. Sometimes I feel that I can feel the youth beating on the tip of my nose when I stand on tiptoe.
She is so clever and naive, but one day we will grow up, and one day she will slip away quietly to find the tip of her nose that can make her dance, leaving us to look at her lovely figure in the same place, and her crisp laughter will become more and more blurred in our ears until it is no longer heard? We can only hold pictures of smiling faces and go back in time to those most touching stories, our flower season, which we will never forget and don't want to forget. Maybe someone will laugh, maybe someone will regret it, maybe you can't help crying when you see the yellowed letter? Remember one sentence: time will not pass, it is we who pass. One day, the face of youth is gone, and one day, those innocent memories can only be locked in drawers and waited quietly?
Some people say: you want to be so far away. Hehe, sometimes I often tell my friends about the future planning, the future, is it far? It feels close at hand. That's why I should cherish what I still have time to cherish. I want to cherish the opportunity to bloom for only one season. Should I open it properly?