With the passage of time, we are far away from the carefree and happy childhood, but it has brought us youth. Of course, I am the master of youth, and I am the master of my own youth, so that it will become without regrets.

Youth is like a bubble, and there is a page in a fairy tale. Youth is like a rainbow after rain, colorful; Like a romantic poem, leaving a touching poem; Like the surging Yangtze River, surging. We call for youth all the time, but youth has already arrived quietly. Slowly, we have changed from ignorant children to mature and sensible today. We firmly believe that the future we should go to should not linger in the same place. If time can go back, I hope to return to the real world. I think a lollipop can represent everything, but time can't go back. Now, we are in our youth, and we have suffered too much. Parents' expectations and teachers' high hopes always make us breathless. But we can't bear to hurt any of them, because they love us as if they were twisted.

Youth is not as perfect as others think. It brings us too much sorrow and trouble. Sometimes, when you think about it, youth is like a robber. It takes away our innocence and willfulness, but it makes us understand that we can't rely on others forever, and one day, we will become the dependence of others. As we grow up, we suddenly find that some things we experienced in our youth are so hypocritical, but we still don't want others to stop us.

The regrets and mistakes left by youth are only because we are not brave enough. I hope my youth can be as sung in the lyrics? I am me, fireworks of different colors? Yes, I control my youth.

Essay 2: Waiting for Youth to Bloom

The lights in the memory are flickering, hiding the scenery changes like water passing by. Time, in this way, goes around in retrospect and prospect; Time flies, just like that, wandering around and never coming back? Wandering in the alley of fleeting time, looking forward to the future or nostalgia for the past? Smile, I just want to keep a quiet in a small alley, waiting for flowers to bloom.

Time flies, time flies. Sunrise and sunset, dusk and sunset, the season of condensation, are the tranquility after flowers bloom. Pick a petal and count the mottled scars. It turns out that small petals also have touching knots. The bright moonlight is divided by the confused rainbow lights, walking on the bustling streets, and everything here is so prosperous and charming. Yes, it will always shine and sink. Unconsciously, who will be alone with a leisure?

We have all wandered in the dark and struggled in tears in pain. Reality is still so cruel. We have all thought, should we be lonely and sad or sad enough to feel the desolation of time? Complex feelings, helplessness that is hard to give up, and constant cutting, rationality seems to be more chaotic? Yes, life is so tired and bitter that I twitch and feel distressed. So, have you ever thought about calming down, lingering with flowers in the sun, pouring your tears into the soil of flowers and pouring your sadness out to flowers?

In fact, we are all passers-by of time, never retaining the past, only looking forward to the future. Then, should we also think about it now, stay in the next strange alley and keep a warm heart with a calm mind? Tired, rested, hurt and cried. Life can be so simple.

Walking into the strange alley of fleeting time, I no longer wander.

I would like to stay here, taste matcha and wait for the flowers to bloom.

Sketch 3: Counting the fleeting time, youth is beginning to cool.

The wind blows and the rain falls. Youth, ups and downs, dreams, stumbling. Who is shouting in the lonely sea of mulberry? But I feel sad to see it go with the wind. It turns out that time can really kill all one's enthusiasm. The slogans that we fought together and the vows we made together have gradually faded away with the passage of time.

How many past events can be taken away by a turn, and how many vicissitudes can be written at a glance. Today, we lost our innocent smiling face and fell into the world of mortals. We all say that youth has no regrets, and it has been a long time. When we were young, we were crazy, quarreled, cried and laughed. Although there is only a moment of warmth and happiness, we can leave endless memories and feelings in each other's hearts. As time goes by, we promise to keep in touch forever, but time is fading away from our throbbing and yearning, and the red line that binds us is gradually disappearing in the wind. Will we smile at each other next time we meet, or will we pass by and forget each other?

If life can be together in youth, and the beauty and affection are endless, how wonderful and ridiculous it would be. This is just an illusion. It suddenly occurred to me how many fantasies and hopes we had. Daydreaming all day, bragging and laughing together, now I'm afraid I won't even think of dreaming, just smiling bitterly, because mature people clearly know that fantasy is a waste of time, but who can remember that we are warm and happy when wasting time?

Now we all want to be masters of time, fight the wind and waves in the fleeting sea, go forward bravely and look for bright reefs. But who knows, we are willing to calm down in time and walk with the wind in the fleeting sea, waiting for the sunrise.

Counting the mottled memories left by the fleeting time turned out to be so beautiful.

It turns out that fleeting time can really cool youth.

Article 4: The light of youth warms the sun

Warm sunshine shuttles through the breath of micro-cracks. Comfortable, it will grow. The fragrance of rosewood permeates the spring and fills all the emptiness between heaven and earth. The sun is a wonderful dust stranger, whispering innocence, filled with the once unfathomable shadow of loneliness and elegance, looking up at the sun until my eyes are pierced by tears. When the warm sunshine shines on me, I have a feeling of being shrouded in happiness. I put my finger from darkness to sunshine, and instantly felt warm and scattered. I don't need words I just need to feel that feeling slowly, so that the moldy dark corner can be filled with the smell of sunshine again. I failed again. In the face of the terrible test paper, my heart seems to have been cut all over by broken glass, and my tears have lost their pride. I gave up my eyes and fell on the test paper, playing a symphony with the theme of failure in my heart.

You are dressed in light blue and have a big smile on your round face. The gloomy world with me is particularly uncomfortable, like an elf who accidentally broke into the world. It was so beautiful and gentle, but that smile, too dazzling, burned my eyes, and I felt a nameless anger in my heart, trying to ruin your smile, and I couldn't help laughing. Oh, I didn't expect anyone to be in the mood to laugh there. He did so badly in the science exam that he didn't know how to reflect. Isn't he the one who did well in the liberal arts exam? Forget failure so quickly and cheer for success.

Your smile suddenly froze, your big eyes were full of struggle, sadness and unwillingness, and my heart suddenly flashed a trace of joy. But then, your eyes filled with confidence and firmness, and your smile became more and more dazzling. Your whole body is no longer the happy light just now, but a kind of self-confidence, a kind of light I have never had before. You said: I know, I don't know science. Listen carefully in class and take the exam next time. I believe that one day, I will not be happy just for the liberal arts, you! Don't be sad, not this time. Try harder next time! Let's cheer together! ?

You don't mind what I just said Your words, like a ray of sunshine, shine into the dark world in my heart. It is no longer a cold wind, but a spring flower. My face suddenly turned red, and I whispered, well, I shouldn't have said that about you just now. I shouldn't be a mean gentleman. ? The voice was low and seemed vague, but you heard it.

? It's okay, remember, come on. ? You laughed when you said that. Smile so warmly, touch your chest, and feel so warm.

That ray of sunshine never dims. The sun in my heart radiates light and heat, which gives me confidence, firmness and warmth. Sunshine, so warm, fresh and natural. Sprinkle it on the windowsill of your heart, feel your gift and taste the beauty of the sunshine.

Essay 5: The Road to Youth

I used to ride a bicycle together on the road in the shadow of the Woods and saw the sun cast a broken shadow on you; I used to sit together in the lush Woods and watch the leaves dance; I once stood on a huge stone, embraced the pink-blue sky, and had wonderful fantasies.

Those who have quarreled with you fled together, made a fearless journey without telling their parents, and stood closely together to accept the teacher's criticism. I remember the happiest semester we spent in the sixth grade; When a little green appeared on the school lawn, it gradually spread to the branches and jumped on the brown soil, which also brought us a little surprise. We couldn't bear to let go of this weak life, so we moved into our homemade flowerpot during the labor class. Oh, the teacher found out and punished us for cleaning the glass of the whole classroom. We laugh together.

In the colorful early summer, the golden sunshine painted every petal with a layer of oily honey-like luster. We are full of poetry, scrambling to praise them, and the paper recording poetry is left in the Chinese book.

The snow woke us up because of the fallen leaves. Several snowflakes stuck together and slipped from the chaotic air. We used red and swollen hands to shape a body for snow, and I saw the purity of snow in your eyes. Many days later, the snow was hard and there was no way to make plastic for the snowman, but we were not sad, because one spring was giving us a hint!

The trees that grow in our hearts make our homes lush, and we have grown up, holding hands and looking at the distance.

Essay 6: Youth, Youth

Time always flies by.

Memories, always rising in a dull and casual way, are scattered all over my mind.

When the prosperity is gone, when the memory is frozen? A person silently misses the past, and there will always be a blank full of sadness at the end of the memory?

I have always been a person who likes music. Sometimes I can't sleep all night because of listening to such a sad music, its unique tone; Sometimes listening to a cheerful music and a unique phantom world make me full of longing for the future. Whenever I am upset, I always wear headphones alone and find a quiet place to let my inner emotions dance in the music, because I think it is a world that belongs to me. Music makes me have more happiness; Make my life more fulfilling? So I always keep music in my life. I vaguely remember. That year, I was seventeen. It's my first time to go to school in Zhengzhou, a bustling city. I'm a little scared and excited about the campus life I'm about to face.

When I was very young, an adult asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, an astronomer, a painter, a writer, a policeman, a reporter, a host and a freelancer. I thought a lot, and then I went to primary school, junior high school and junior college? And then it was gone. Seventeen years old, coming to Zhengzhou for the first time. The scorching sun can't hide the excitement, shyness and innocence of entering the campus. The enthusiastic help of teachers, seniors and senior sisters also makes me feel warm. I remember my sister sent me to school that day, telling me this and that, telling me to pay attention to this and that, as if to tell me all her experiences. Until she left, she still turned around and said something to me frequently. Looking at her back, she suddenly found that her eyes didn't know when they began to get wet. At that moment, I told myself that I would work hard and not let them down. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the campus that has been noisy all day seems a little tired. The whistle outside the school gate, footsteps in the corridor, noisy voices and mixed music gradually fade away and disappear, leaving only the charming night.

That year, I was eighteen. Looking at the bustling magic capital, I deeply feel that this city does not belong to me. Therefore, I use music instead of the meaning of my existence. Music has become my best companion in my fleeting time. I regard music as an inseparable part of my life, because music can bring me happiness, joy and sadness.

Walking under the night sky, watching the colorful neon lights flashing on the street, showing the prosperity of a city and dressing up beautiful nights. At that moment, I felt inexplicably sad. A person who shuttles under neon lights always seems so hurried and lonely. At night, the stars and the moon walk together in the sky, but they feel at a loss. Time flies, unconsciously experienced half a year's campus life. I don't know when I started, but I lost my dream when I first entered the campus. Suddenly I found that I didn't know what the course was about and what I could do in the future. Occasionally, I want to study hard, get a scholarship, and be a student cadre like others, but I always can't take the first step of change, only to find that this so-called life is not what I want. Many people are looking forward to campus life. At the moment, in my eyes, the campus is not a quiet paradise. There are endless pressures, endless troubles and endless worries. This is not heaven, but also deception and oppression, hypocrisy and cunning. Facing such a campus, living a personal life may be my only choice. A person enjoys unique happiness, a person experiences unique tranquility, a person wears headphones and listens to sad melody, wandering aimlessly in the complicated campus. This loneliness may have given me some happiness, a lonely happiness. Watching some people move from unfamiliar to familiar, and from familiar to unfamiliar.

That year, when I was nineteen years old, I saw the bustling fireworks in a beautiful flower. I am so dazzling, I still can't get out of the light and shadow, even confused, and I can't find my way back. We met in the most beautiful time, and you made me the best of myself, guarding our initial heart!

Whenever I look up at the starry sky, I always look forward to the meteor and the moment when it breaks through the starry sky. Although this splendor is fleeting, I am still full of endless yearning and longing for it. I love the beauty of meteors breaking through the night sky, but the brilliance of meteors doesn't belong to me?

Can't see your regret, can't see your pain, don't you really have it? I really hope your relaxation is just a wonderful performance! First love seems to break up in rainy days.