Walking on the newly built street, the street vendors disappeared, and people still came and went. Looking down, the ground is still dirty, and the garbage and dust everywhere are "frivolous" blown away by the wind and disappeared after being picked up; "Steady" tenacious, stay on the ground for several months, a few days, still there. A few years ago, chewing gum seemed to be trampled by tens of thousands of people and then nailed into the ground. This is not uncommon. If the cement is left for a long time, it will become a boulder, and the weeds in the crevices will be full of vitality, because they have the best nourishment-time. There are dribs and drabs on the ground, just as well, the destination is just ahead.
"Hua Hua", the water bends with time. The old man sat under the eaves, curled up with stray dogs at his feet, chatting or being silent. Only the constantly stirring spray proves the existence of time. The dark clouds in the sky move forward under the impetus of the wind. I'm afraid I'll never see them again It is heartless to see them like this. After all, running water washes away dust, and autumn wind brings four seasons. Water dripped from wet hair tips and splashed on everyone passing by, which may be the only evidence that we met.
I clearly felt the running water running across my back. The birds chirped away. Mosquitoes hide in the dark, and tall buildings still stand. Unconsciously, I went back downstairs, just standing here, but it was already two worlds. I open my hands, sing and bury myself in time.
Time is like this. As soon as you raised your hand, it flowed away. Low eyebrows, in exchange for new life. There is no chance to start again, we can only move on, move on, with regret and hope, with sadness and joy!
So what if you're famous? What if you don't forget it for a thousand years? Time, everything is just a snap of your fingers, and your eyes are on the universe. What about humans? Everything is so small that it will eventually turn to ashes. When loss becomes eternal, life becomes simple.
Youth is precious. Cherish the present, it is eternal. If we have the ability to move forward, we can't let our steps be covered with dust. If everything is true to time, I can't be satisfied with the present. The road I walked collapsed, and the bridge of the future is still the future. Let the rain wash away the mud stains of my thoughts. At this moment, my steps become light.
Walking on the road, wandering in the long river of time, it pushes me forward. No, this time, I choose to race against time!
I want to fly far away, even if I fail, I will never back down. On the road of youth, even if you are tired again, you should run hard!
On the road of youth, we fight side by side and run together!
There seems to be a little less noise during the break, and there is a feeling of "rustling sand" nib scraping paper. The frolic of the first grade has changed in a different way. We hide it in the pen tip to describe that kind of struggle. "ah! Xueba, this question, how many brain cells have killed me every second, let's discuss it together! " Three or five heads together, holding a pencil in the picture to explore the progress. Although the road is bumpy and difficult, we never give up. The moment I looked up, the encouraging smile gave the other party a lot of confidence, and then I bowed my head and thought hard. When we were puzzled, an auxiliary line solved all the problems and made us really feel the feeling of "another bright village"
All this is like a starting line. How many times, we walk shoulder to shoulder, trying to cross the thorns and run hard together on the road of youth. "Running with the wind, freedom is the direction, chasing the power of lightning …" At that moment, we sang fleeting youth. "We are a family!" We will rush to the next destination, no matter how hard and tired we are, we have no regrets!
On the road of youth, even if you run alone, you will never be lonely!
For a junior two student, study and exercise have gradually become the main theme of life. A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Every brand-new day begins with intense morning exercises. "121, 121 ..." With the dawn, I silently shouted slogans for myself. Even if my legs are as heavy as lead, even if I am panting and sweating, I will still tell myself: "persistence is victory!" You must not stop! " Therefore, I will still grit my teeth, take every difficult step and run with my heart.
At this moment, even if I run alone, without shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand, I am by no means alone. I clearly know that falling is not terrible, and persistence is king. Because of many difficulties, I also want to give up, but I don't want to be a coward in life, just because I know that youth without struggle is not real youth. Those who advance and retreat, give up and get into the softest place in their hearts. On the road of youth, I am not alone, because I have the memory of running for my dream!
On the road of youth, take a step and run hard, even if you are tired again, don't stop in a hurry!
Chapter 3: On the road of youth, I have cast the most beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain with 600 words of sweat and persistent running.
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Persistence is the last time a butterfly flaps its wings before it breaks its cocoon. Persistence is the last journey before flowers bloom; Persistence is the last impact before water drops wear through the stone; On the road of youth, I run with persistence.
The relentless sun scorched the earth, and the trees were motionless and shining brightly. There is only a small figure on the mountainside. "Da, da, bang, bang ..." Sweat dripped on the stone floor, burst and disappeared. The heart is beating up and down, such as machine gun fire. My legs are like lead, as if destiny takes a hand. One step, two steps, three steps, a muffled sound, I tripped and fell to the ground.
Look up, look up, it seems that the distance within reach is difficult to reach the sky. I hung my head and recalled my failure in the exam. This is a very basic question, but why did I make a terrible mistake? I seem to be locked in that deep courtyard and can't get out.
Sweat spilled all over the floor and disappeared, and cicadas sang tirelessly, as if they had been laughing. I looked up helplessly, "Brush-"flashed at the moment, and a mass of green light flashed into my sight. On the steep cliff, a pine tree stands upright. It has experienced the cold wind's indifference, the relentless scorching of the hot sun and the numbness of the wind and rain, but it has not given up, and still thrives and sticks to its ideals. Am I worse than a tree? No, my legs have strength again. I walk up step by step, and fatigue comes again. The heat is eating away at my body, but this time, I didn't flinch. I quickened my pace and took heavy steps. One hundred, ninety-nine ... three, two, one, I climbed to the top of the mountain!
Yes, it's a long way, too It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, but it's far from being blocked. On the road of youth, I run with persistence.
Article 4: On the road of youth, I run with an excellent junior high school composition of 600 words. How can we know the value of sunshine avenue without going through rough and muddy difficulties? How can you feel the warmth of a sunny day without experiencing a snowy night? How can you feel the joy of success without experiencing the test of setbacks and hardships? On the road of youth, I run with setbacks and move forward bravely!
"Oh my god, when can I finish? Alas, it's too difficult! The language is still very simple. " I looked up and sighed. "Hurry up, it will be finished sooner or later!" Mom came to rush me again. Hey, there are piles of books on the table, and the class schedule is stuck on the corner of the table. Dazzling words came into view-from 3 pm to 5 pm, writing math problems. The room was empty, and the pen tip stayed on the paper, motionless. With the monotonous sound of the clock "click, click, click", the brain has long failed. Staring at the questions on the paper, but thinking nothing, my brain is blank.
Alas, why is it so strange? Since the fourth grade, my poor math has become a stumbling block on my way to study. No matter how hard I try, I just don't make progress. At this time, my mother came into the house again and asked, "Why are you still in a daze?" Then I sighed and suggested that I go out for a walk, exercise and relax. I stood up, rubbed my eyes and walked slowly along a path in front of my house, listless and full of melancholy.
A small sparrow, which has not yet fully grown up, flew past my eyes. Its beak is a little yellow, and the hair on its head and wings has not yet grown completely. There is still some blood on the bones, and the tender meat leaks outside. It can fly up and down, "Bang!" With a cry, I fell to the ground and almost lost my footing. I squatted down, held the bird in my hand and observed it. It is so small, with big eyes, brown and white body, scarred wings and several cracks on its small feet. It's freezing It took a deep breath in my hand and spread its wings into the air again, but it still flew unsteadily. I caught it in the air. It is tired, and its wings and feet are shaking gently. However, it did not give up, but tried its best to fly high in the sky and finally succeeded! It kept flying forward, I caught up with it, followed it and ran with setbacks and hardships!
After returning home, I sat at my desk and faced the difficulties. At 6 o'clock, I finally made a satisfactory tick on my schedule!
Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out the yellow sand before it reaches the gold. On the road of youth, I am heading for success and hope with setbacks and hardships!
On the road of youth, I ran in the unfinished youth with -600 words, looking at the long river of history, and there was never eternal success or failure. Only when I stop at the ferry of youth will I smile at the overflowing sweat.
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Time in junior high school is fleeting. Unconsciously, I have been sitting in the classroom of Grade Three, reviewing the past and looking forward to the future. There is no laughter in the past, but gloomy faces, ready to make a final effort. There is an indescribable smell coming to my mind.
The blackboard at the back of the classroom says countdown to the senior high school entrance examination. Bright red and striking numbers seem to warn me all the time that my little time is being swallowed up by a little bit.
The lights on the ceiling are on day and night for us, and the mountains of homework on the desk have piled up high walls in front of us, just like an isolated city, blocking the time of smiling.
We are sweating like a pig, and cicadas are singing. June is coming. In that hot season, the glory of our youth needs to be continued, waiting for us to write a bright future.
In the third grade, dazzling words, large and small mock exams followed. Looking back on the exam after entering junior high school, we sat in the examination room, full of tension and anxiety, and even heard quiet breathing. We are all working hard for our future. After walking out of the examination room, another red sun gradually sank in the west and slowly disappeared in disappointment. For the senior high school entrance examination, I will laugh at myself whether it is successful or not. Even if I fail at the moment when the results are announced, I will gain a touch of sunshine when I look up.
On the ferry of youth, each of us is struggling and running endlessly. However, after all, there is only one wooden bridge, and there will always be people tripping over and falling into the water. Failure may be painful, but we try to bury cowardice and show our regret and strength to youth!
Run and chase those youthful years. No matter how many thorns and bumps there are on the road, as long as you run bravely, you will surely usher in the dawn of victory. Let time stay on the way forward forever, leaving a rich and colorful stroke for youth. We will never stop.
I run with you on the road of youth. Don't stop running, don't look back at the road, the road is unpredictable, and only the distance is worth looking forward to.
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/kloc-in the winter of 0/3, the north wind roared and brought winter. I dragged my tired figure, holding a test paper with a red cross in my hand, and walked in the direction of home in confusion. The north wind beat against the window and whined, as if it were sad for its future. The door was unlocked, and I saw my mother through it-she was busy cooking for me. In the first ray of light, pieces of light and shadow fell on her, making her white hair so dazzling ... in an instant, I burst into tears. I found myself afraid to face her. I rushed downstairs in spite of the cold wind, sat on the stairs and let the wind get into my clothes at will. The wind runs so fast that it seems to tell me about wasted youth. I raised my hand to catch a wisp of wind, but it did not stop for me. At that moment, I dried my tears, and I seemed to understand that I would never stop chasing my goals with the wind. ...
As I wish, the opportunity will come with hope soon.
/kloc-in the spring of 0/4, the south wind came to spring with warmth. Because of the epidemic this year, everyone is studying at home. I remember the slackness of my classmates at that time, but I still remember the night when I was reading at night, and the table was covered with notes of "looking down at the sea and looking up to the future". At that time, the night was always too full, and the moon was lost in the depths of the sea, but finally the clouds were parted, and I was invincible.
After the resumption of classes, the teacher announced the results of the coring test on a sunny and breezy day. At that moment, I saw the dream that bloomed in May. That night, the south wind stepped on the clouds, and the bright moon sold happiness ... I knew the wind was always by my side, and I finally ran with the wind.
I'm waiting for the wind to rise, and the sky in Nagano is still blue. I am crossing the years, going through fire and water, and writing the most beautiful poems. My dream has not stopped. May it always be like the wind, and the wind will blow slowly.
Chapter 7: I am running on the road of youth with an excellent junior high school composition of 600 words. Maybe now I'm just a humble little grain of sand, but I'll never feel inferior. With my unique self-confidence, I will keep fighting and running on the road of life, and strive to make myself a pearl. -inscription
"ah!" The students sighed softly and walked feebly to the classroom. The sun is like fire, burning the earth violently, and the birds sing feebly, as if sighing for us. My heart is empty, with nothing but endless depression. In this chorus competition, Class 4, which has been far ahead of us, actually won the penultimate-!
I walked listlessly on my way home, and now it's cloudy, as if it's going to rain cats and dogs. Why? I thought to myself, why did we practice so hard, but we came last? Close your eyes and stop looking at the sky. It's bleak. I can't run anymore, full of disappointment.
An immature little butterfly trembled and flashed before my eyes. It flapped its inflexible wings, gradually crossed an arc in the air and plunged into the grass. I sighed again: "hey, it failed like us!" " "I slowly went up to him and took a look. I thought it was a butterfly. ......
However, just as I was walking slowly towards the grass, a familiar shadow passed before my eyes-the butterfly! I saw the little creature flapping its wings hard and flying at will, and I could feel its tentacles shaking when I walked in. It is a white butterfly, and its wings are white. From a distance, it looks like snowflakes flying. After flying for a while, it fell into the soil again. I followed it curiously and found that it seemed unable to move. But just when I was at my wit's end, the miracle appeared again! It flew out slowly again and struggled forward. It seems to have used up all its strength and is particularly bright in the sun. It flies fast, as if to shout, "Come, run with me!" " ! "This time, I can't help but follow it. I gradually feel happy, running in the wind and following butterflies. ......
Yes, the road to success is full of mud and bumps, and success or failure is a natural law; The sky is blue, the clouds are rolling, the sea is vast, the tide is ebbing and everything is changing. As long as we fly forward with confidence and optimism like butterflies, then we can run briskly on the road to success. Flowers will bloom again one day, even if this is the last one.
I ran on the road again, confidently running against the wind!