Youth, fearlessness, no regrets

Growth itself is a very painful thing, not just the pain of knowing that you are wrong but have no chance to correct it; It also includes some pains you have to face, separation, and some changes you have to go through. These add up to our youth.

Those memories of youth, those naive thoughts, those words that touched your heart, those years that made you cry, those bright smiles like flowers, those warm pictures that once flowed, those who gave you infinite courage in your days of inferiority, those who accompanied you in your proud days, those who let you know that there are many people worth cherishing in this world … all these make you and I have wonderful youth.

Things are people, not everything. I look at the years and tears flow first.

Cherish spring, just not in the mood. Look at Qiu Lai in autumn. When will it rain?

At the beginning of freezing, the warm rain and the small wind broke, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the smoke curled up, which made today more clear.

If life is only the first time, how nice it would be! In that case, I certainly won't expect any gorgeous ending. Let time stop at the moment when you and I meet, and I will sleep soundly with your familiar face.

People will eventually transform in the struggle and eventually feather into butterflies. Not all growth has to bear the pain of parting and gathering; Not all growth is accompanied by a person crying and then wearing a mask to say that I am not alone. I think, since I firmly believe that I can become a butterfly, I should endure the pain to bite my cocoon; Since you firmly believe that you can become an eagle, you must flap your wings hard! No matter the outcome is good or bad, I don't regret it! Maybe there may not be a rainbow after the storm, but you can still harvest the clarity of the sky after the rain!

In fact, you and I have the same youth, but you and I have chosen different docking methods. Some youth blooms in the sun, while others choose to bloom in the corner. You and my youth don't need any commemoration. Please don't treat life as hell. Don't waste your youth either. It is not that youth has forgotten us, but that you and I regard it too cheaply.

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Bright colors

Life has its ups and downs, just like a palette. Life is colorful, just like a series, in which there are sour and sweet, bitter and spicy. In short, life needs color to be wonderful!

Rhett, your life needs passion. Once you have passion, it is to lay a good foundation for the future. Naturally, it is easy to do anything with passion. Passion is a rich side of life, and it will accompany you at any time. If you can wake it up, it will give you success in life.

Orange, as simple as autumn, is also a symbol of harvest. At the end of a semester, my labor will have results, both good and bad. Carefully cultivated, the fruit is naturally huge. Waiting for the rabbit will only be rotten skin and no fruit to eat!

Yellow, although not very good in people's first impression, is a valuable lesson. After failure, don't lose heart, have confidence, learn from experience and be ready to make a comeback, because failure often opens another door to success for you.

Green, life must be happy, happiness is often bitter first and then sweet, yes, as long as you have experienced ups and downs, in the end, you will always encounter a rainbow.

Cyan, which appears only after people fail, is bitter and stressful. However, as long as everything is optimistic, it will gradually disappear.

Blue is the easy side of life, which everyone yearns for most, because everyone wants to spend every day in life easily.

Purple is the last thing people want to meet in their life. It is the worry of blue and relaxation, so people don't want to meet it all their lives.

Black, the messenger of darkness, makes people feel lonely, but it also has a sense of mystery, which adds a color to life.

White, the exact opposite of black, is pure and friendly. It doesn't make people feel lonely, but makes people feel happy. Often people yearn for and pursue.

In my opinion, color is the best of all colors, because it has all colors and is the most complete.

If life has no color, it is no longer wonderful. What's good about an ordinary life? It is better to have more trouble and be happy, so that people can get inspiration and insight, and they can also get experiences and lessons, so life needs color!

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The taste of winter

It's very cold in winter. I think few people like winter. However, in my mind, winter is colorful and warm.

The cold wind roared, and all the leaves on the tree fell, leaving only the bare trunk. Sometimes, there are some flying snowflakes in the sky, and we are almost all flowers in the greenhouse, enjoying peace and happiness. However, behind our happiness is the hard work left by our parents.

Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying in the sky, and I walk alone on my way to school. The road is so long and bumpy. The cold wind blew mercilessly, leaving a mark on my face. The trunks on both sides of the road sway in the wind, just like the devil's claws are stretching. On snowy days, the road is slippery. Soon, I saw many children in front. They are all escorted to school by their parents. They are afraid that their children will slip and feel lonely in the wind. I can't help admiring them.

The wind is very cold, so cold. Before going out in the morning, I felt that it was not cold, so I didn't wear clothes when my mother asked me to. I ran out in my thin clothes. Unexpectedly, it's so cold. Now I think of a sentence: "if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer." The wind enters my clothes from the edge of my neck. Walking, I heard a familiar voice, ah, it's mom! He gave me clothes; Brought me warmth. After a while, the wind stopped roaring, snowflakes floated down with a smile, and tree trunks swayed in the wind, just like brave soldiers.

I quickened my pace and got to school soon.

Show your true feelings in the cold winter. In every winter, I don't feel cold because of love. Love can melt glaciers, make people no longer lonely and have motivation to do things. Gradually, I like winter. Every year, I look forward to winter as well as spring. Growing up, I also learned to give love to others. Love is mutual. In my mind, the taste of winter is faint sweetness.

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A crisp summer

In the summer afternoon, cicadas are singing like weaving, and I just tidy up my desk at home alone. A photo suddenly fell from an old book and I bent down to pick it up. ...

Tears seeped into my eyes again, blurring my vision. Hey, I don't know how you are now. In the photo, your smile is still bright, as warm as the winter sunshine. The sea breeze blows your hair, and it seems that it still exudes a faint fragrance. You are warm, lively and free in the sun. Remember what you said before you left without saying goodbye: "I really want to leave my best side to my best friend." When I said, "When I get along with my friends, it is the happiest time in the world!" " Then you sobbed. I was confused.

That day, I was still waiting for you to go to school at the intersection. Over time, I feel that I have been waiting for spring, summer, autumn and winter, but you have never appeared. I tasted the long and lonely road without you for the first time. After that, life without you is monotonous, and the road without you is lonely. I don't know how many times I read "Sanqiu", but I received your letter.

In your letter, you said, "Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, just because I don't want to see the sad scene of parting ... By the way, send me a photo taken at the seaside. I think this photo can help me bring you a refreshing summer." I cried this time and I regret it. I should be able to detect your abnormal behavior during that time. Grandma said that we grew up naked together, just like twin sisters. Now, time and space have opened the distance between us. Where are you now? Do you still remember that small forest in our hometown? That is the paradise of our childhood, where we play to our heart's content. Quietly tell you: now that the small trees are getting bigger and bigger, there are more birds coming to stay, and countless birds show melodious voices in the morning. I still remember that at dusk and sunset, we went to catch cicadas in the Woods. I don't know if our arrival scared the birds, or if those birds deliberately played with us. Sometimes they take a nap, sometimes they disperse in a hubbub, flying over the Woods, screaming and flying tirelessly, refusing to have a moment's peace. Remember that gurgling river? In the river, we touched fish and shrimp together, leaving many naughty laughter and cheerful songs for you and me. I can't forget that summer afternoon. We dug mussels by the river together. As a result, we dug too much. Finally, you wrapped a big bag in your coat. When we came home covered in mud, you got your mother's "reward" ...

You are still smiling and refreshed in the photo. Gently put away the photos and put them back in the book. I dried my tears, looked out of the window and said to myself: I only hope that you will have a good life in the distance, and it is refreshing to have your photos with you every summer!

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Send you a bright moon

On the horizon, a bright moon hangs high. I take it off and give it to you who are lost, so that its light can light up your heart. -inscription

He is extremely addicted to online games and can't extricate himself. Because they are not good at communicating with others, they are excluded everywhere and remain silent all day. But coincidentally, he sat in front of me the other day.

Every time I look up, I always see him hunched over the table-needless to say, playing all night. Although I am helpless, it may be out of kindness. One day, I patted him on the shoulder. He suddenly woke up from his dream, sleepy and ignorant of everything around him. Seeing him like this only makes me feel funny. In the days to come, my communication with him was to pat me on the shoulder again and again.

Finally, once, when he was dragging his lazy feet and carrying a kettle to fetch water, I quickly took out the coffee powder I had prepared and handed it to him: "Wake up, the next class is very important!" " I still remember his surprised eyes. Soon, he bought a box of coffee powder himself. During the break, there was a strong smell of coffee beans around the seat, and his spirit was much refreshed. A few days later, the coffee powder on the table disappeared, and he no longer hunched over.

On a night study with the moon, the moonlight spilled on the paper through the window. I sat by the window and tried to touch the faint moonlight with my fingertips. Suddenly, he threw a small paper ball. I opened it curiously: "Do you like the moon? Look at the sky, tonight's full moon is flawless, clear and transparent, and I like this feeling. "

Since then, he has become cheerful. I often ask him simple questions, but he doesn't know. Later, he gradually realized the importance of listening carefully in class and discussed problems with me from time to time. I don't know when, but he also loves sports. Basketball and badminton are his favorites. At the beginning, I was full of energy, and I could never see the heavy footsteps again.

Another full moon night. After studying at night, he got up and left, and I quickly followed. I patted him on the shoulder on the way. He looked back at me and smiled. I pointed to the moon and said, "Hey, look!" Conveniently made a gesture to catch the moon, "come, send you a bright moon!" He smiled: "You gave me this bright moon long ago! "

"Ha ha ..." Our laughter resounded through the sky.

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Reading and sleeping

Friend, do you like reading? Books shorten the distance of time and shorten the interval of regions; Book, let you swim in Qian Shan and have a bird's eye view of ancient and modern China; Books accompany you through the ideal journey, and life is full of sunshine and hope from now on.

Yes, "books are the ladder of human progress". Life without books is like the earth without the sun. Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings.

I like reading. Before going to bed, I always like to lie in bed, take out a book and read it casually under the light. I have followed Lu Xun's ink to listen to shouts; Once accompanied by distant voices, I searched for fragments of civilization. Books are ships of thought, breaking the waves. Books give us not simple knowledge, nor fleeting excitement, but the wisdom and courage necessary for survival, self-confidence and being a man, awakening our hearts and making people respect the dignity of life.

While reading How Steel was Tempered, I met an indomitable hero-Paul. Kochakin. I seem to see an exciting scene. Countless Soviet youths, holding this book, shouted "for the motherland, advance!" " Bravely rushed to the crazy fascist invaders, and the blood stained the vast snowfield. I finally understand that life belongs to everyone. Although it is only once, only by dedicating it to the most magnificent cause of mankind, such a life is meaningful.

In the warm dialogue of Tagore's The Gardener and the Bird, I felt the fragrance of life. By the light of the Qinhuai River, I vaguely recognized my father's former shadow; Under the little orange lamp on a cold night, I saw the selflessness of innocence and maternal love: in the empty sea, I understood the unyielding struggle of the old man against the sea!

When you are young, you can see the scenery of life. Under the lamp, listen to the echo of success, enjoy the happiness of life, observe the bitterness of failure and understand the true meaning of life. Books give me not only the opportunity to read beautiful articles, but also the pleasure of reading and the true knowledge of being a man.

Books are good friends when you are lonely; When depressed, the book is an open window; When you are depressed, books are bright sunshine; When I feel cold, the book is a burning flame ... We communicate with the characters in the book and are influenced by truth, goodness and beauty.

Life with books, how nice! Good book, my forever friend!

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The rain stopped that night.

That night, it kept raining, and Ye Er outside the window was wet, and your heart was wet. ...

That night, the sound in the dormitory kept falling like rain outside the window. What brings us is a temporary "happiness", but what brings you is a night of distress. After a few days, I read the blog, only to know that your "unspeakable feelings are flooding in your heart, as if there are countless cat claws disturbing your heart." Well, I'm sorry. ...

The next morning, you came to see us. That locked brow and blame really scared me and reminded me of Teacher Zhang when I first started school. Your eyes glanced at me. "What time was it last night?" I blame myself. Why didn't I listen to what I was told off for so long? I am afraid that my image in your heart will be shattered and fly to the sky like a string of bubbles. I dare not answer, and I don't know how to answer. I just looked down at my toes and didn't know where to put my hands. Finally, the serious teacher-student meeting ended in our regret.

You said in class again that you wrote an article about it on your blog. Let's go back and have a look. I seem a little anxious. No matter how you write about us, the whole class will not feel sorry for me. I really want to change myself.

This evening, the next few nights, I behaved very well, really well, because I am eager to see you a month ago, talking and laughing with us, just like my big sister who is similar to our age.

I did it, others did it, and the joy in my heart was irresistible. Although you didn't mention it to us, I'm still very happy. At least, I didn't worry you anymore.

Tonight, the rain outside the window has stopped. What appears is a rainbow, a dazzling rainbow, between your heart and mine. It will never disappear. ...

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Bright sword is a kind of spirit, but also a kind of belief.

The playground of the army is full of loud and powerful slogans from instructors. Seven days, I keep telling myself, only seven days can last. I have always thought that the military is a particularly handsome profession. People have given them rights, but at the same time they have put responsibility on their shoulders.

Although I don't know their inner feelings, when I can see their way of life and feel their living habits, I am deeply moved. The military camp is a boring place, watching news and listening to military songs every day. No computer, no internet, no entertainment tools. You must obey the arrangement and not run around alone. I deeply feel that people who can adapt slowly in this environment are admirable in themselves. I train with them every day. Of course, what we do is far less hard than what they do. After all, instructors also know that we are not real soldiers. Standing in the military posture, kicking forward and saluting … these are too many difficulties for us, because we have never lived in such a formal environment.

We lived here tightly for seven days, but the army taught us a lot and benefited us a lot. I used to watch "Bright Sword" on TV, and there was always a saying in it: The brave will win if they meet in the narrow road. At that time, I thought it was impossible to have a wild soldier like Li Yunlong, but his character was very admirable. Our teacher just thinks that Li Yunlong is in reality. His character is bohemian and informal, but he treats us and his soldiers very badly and severely. He always said that there are many ways to do things, and we should learn to change our thinking. He taught us to persist. He's like Li Yunlong's swordsman. When he meets the enemy, he will show his sword, even though he knows he is defeated. Despite his glorious death.

Bright sword is a kind of military integrity, military spirit and a belief in our life.

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Smile and wash my soul.

"Smile is more important than anything else, and the world is wonderful …" With this song, the smile that washed my heart suddenly popped up in my mind.

When the first warm wind and rain in spring and the last cold wind in winter passed, the changeable spring came. Spring has come, which means returning to the south. The wet weather makes me depressed and irritable. Wet clothes, worn in the body, smell a strange smell, the in the mind is depressed.

Walking in the street, the noise never stops, the smoke behind the car permeates the whole street, and the engine behind the car makes people deaf. I managed to bump left and right in the crowd and came to the place where vegetables were sold. The first step is to walk in and see those dishes sitting in chairs with a straight face, which is completely different from the busy vegetable market at ordinary times. I was also influenced by the weather, so I walked to a shop where I bought bean products with a straight face. I looked at the bean products in the shop. Suddenly, a man who is less than 1.6 meters tall, with a wrinkled face and a wallet hanging around his waist came up to me and said, "Excuse me, what do you want?" I don't care about his problems, and I don't look back. He looked at my face without expression. I went to the table, took a plate, put a few pieces of dried tofu, and came to my side: "This tofu smells good, look!" " I just looked up. He held the plate in his hands, and that sunny smile on his face washed my heart.

In an instant, the irritability disappeared, the annoying car noise disappeared, and the crowded crowd disappeared. How long has it been since I saw such a sincere and simple smile, and how long has it been since I was moved by it?

A sunny smile remained in my memory. That smile is a virtue. Let me remember, remember that sunshine smile, it washed my heart. Virtue is embodied here.