Essay 1: I am the master of my youth

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 in my youth, and I am the master of my own youth, so that it becomes without regret.

Youth is like a bubble, and there is a page in a fairy tale. Youth is like the rainbow after the rain, gorgeous and colorful; Such as a romantic poem, leaving a touching poetry; Like the surging Yangtze River, it is surging. We call for youth all the time, but youth has already come quietly. Slowly, we 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 go back to the real world. I think that a lollipop can represent everything, but time can't go back. Now, we are in our youth, and we have suffered too much. The expectations of our parents and the high hopes of our teachers always make us breathless. But we can't bear to hurt any one of them, because they love us, as if they were twisted.

Youth is not as perfect as others say. It brings us too much sorrow and trouble. Sometimes, when we think about it carefully, 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. 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 them.

The regrets and mistakes left by youth are only due to our lack of courage. I hope my youth can be as sung in the lyrics? I am who I am, fireworks with different colors? Yes, I am in charge of my youth.

Essay 2: Waiting for Youth bloom

The lights in my memory are flickering, and the scenery changes as time goes by. Time, in this way, in looking back and looking forward, go around; Time flies, that's it, wandering around, never coming back? Wandering in the alley of fleeting time, looking forward to the future or staying with the past? Smiling, I just want to keep a peace in a small alley and wait for bloom.

time flies, but there is no trace of time. Sunrise and sunset, dusk and sunset, the season of condensation, are the tranquility after blooming. Pick a petal and count the mottled scars. It turns out that the small petal also has a touching knot. The bright moonlight is split by the confused rainbow lights, walking on the busy streets, and everything here is so prosperous and charming. That's right, it's always radiant and sinking. Unconsciously, who will keep a leisure alone?

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

in fact, we are all passers-by in time, never retaining the past, but only looking forward to the future. Then, should we also think about it now, stay in the next strange lane and keep a warm heart with a calm mind? Tired, rest, hurt, cry. It turns out that life can be so simple.

I'm no longer wandering when I walk into the strange lane of fleeting time.

I'd like to stay here, taste matcha tea and wait for bloom.

Essay 3: Counting the fleeting years, the youth begins to cool down

The wind blows past, and the rain falls. Youth, ups and downs, dreams, stumbling. Who is shouting in the lonely mulberry sea? But seeing it go with the wind, I feel sad. It turns out that time can really kill all one's enthusiasm. The slogan that once struggled together and the oath that once made together are gradually forgotten with the passing of time.

how much the past can be taken away by a turn, and how many vicissitudes can be written at a glance. Today, we have lost our innocent smiling faces and fallen into the world of mortals. We all say that we have no regrets in youth and that it has been a long time. We were crazy, noisy, crying and laughing in our youth. Although there was only a moment of warmth and happiness, we could leave endless nostalgia and touch in each other's hearts. As time goes by, we promise to keep in touch forever, but the time is fading away the throb and yearning in our hearts, and the red line that binds us is gradually disappearing in the wind. Next time we meet, will we still smile at each other, or will we pass by and forget each other?

how wonderful and ridiculous it would be if life could be together in youth, with endless beauty and emotion. It's just an illusion. It suddenly occurred to me that it was how much fantasy and hope we had. Daydreaming all day, boasting and laughing together, now I'm afraid I won't even dream about it, just smile bitterly, because mature people clearly realize that fantasy is all a waste of time, but who can remember that we are warm and happy when we are wasting our time?

Now, my friends all want to be masters of time, to fight the wind and waves in the fleeting sea, to go forward bravely, and to find a bright reef. But who knows, we were 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 turns out to be so beautiful.

It turns out that fleeting time can really cool youth.

essay 4: that ray of youthful warm sun

the warm sunshine shuttles through the breath of micro-gap. If it is comfortable, it will be long. The fragrance of rosewood permeates the spring, filling all the emptiness between heaven and earth. Under the sun, it is a wonderful dust stranger, whispering innocence, filled with the once unfathomable lonely and elegant shadow, looking up at the sun, until the eyes of my eyes are pierced with tears, and when the warm sun shines on my body, I have a feeling of being shrouded in happiness. I stretch my fingers from darkness to sunshine, and I feel warm and scattered in an instant. 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 seemed to be cut all over by the broken glass, and my tears lost my former pride. I gave up my eyes and dropped on the test paper, playing a symphony with the theme of failure in my heart.

you, dressed in light blue, have a bright smile on your round face. This gloomy world with me is particularly uncomfortable, like an elf who accidentally broke into the world. It is so beautiful and gentle, but that smile, too dazzling, burned my eyes, and I felt a nameless anger in my heart, trying to destroy your smile, and I couldn't help laughing. Oh, I didn't expect someone to be in the mood to laugh there. He did so badly in the science exam and didn't know how to reflect. Isn't it just that he did well in the liberal arts exam? I forgot my failure so quickly and only cheered for success.

Your smile suddenly froze, and those big eyes were full of struggle, sadness and unwillingness, and my heart suddenly flashed a trace of pleasure. But then, your eyes welled up a kind of self-confidence and firmness, and your smile became more and more brilliant and dazzling. Your whole body was no longer a happy light just now, but a kind of self-confidence, a light I had never had before. You said: I know, I can't do science. Listen carefully in class and take the exam next time. I believe that one day, I won't 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 my words just now. Your language, like a ray of sunshine, shines into the dark world in my heart. It is no longer a cold wind, but a warm spring in bloom. My face suddenly turned red and I whispered: Well, I shouldn't have said that about you just now, and I shouldn't be a gentleman with a mean heart. ? The voice was very low, and it seemed vague, but you heard it.

　? It's okay, remember, come on. ? You laughed when you finished. Smile so warm, touch your chest, it feels so warm.

that ray of sunshine is never dim. 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 savor the beauty of the sunshine.

Essay 5: The Road to Youth

I once rode my bike on the road under the shade of the forest together, 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 made trouble with you, fled together, made fearless journeys without telling their parents, and stood together tightly to accept the teacher's criticism. 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 small, weak life, so we moved into our homemade flowerpot during the labor class. Oh, the teacher found it and punished us for wiping the glass of the whole classroom. We laughed together.

In early summer, the golden sunshine painted each petal with an oily and honey-like luster. We are full of poetry, rushing to praise them, and the paper that records poetry is left in the Chinese book.

That snow woke us up for the fallen leaves. Pieces of snowflakes stuck together and slipped from the confused air. We molded a body for the snow with red and swollen hands, and I saw the purity as snow in your eyes. Many days later, the snow was stiff and there was no way to be 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 home lush and green, and we also grow up, hand in hand to look into 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 filled with sadness at the end of 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 happy music, the unique phantom world, makes me full of longing for the future. Whenever I am upset, I always put on my headphones alone to find a quiet place and 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; And make my life more full? So I keep music in my life all the time. 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 about the campus life I'm about to face, and I'm a little excited.

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 about it a lot, and then I went to primary school, junior high school and junior college? And then there was no more. At the age of seventeen, I came to Zhengzhou for the first time to go to school. The blazing sun could not conceal the excitement, shyness and innocence of entering the campus. The warm help of teachers, seniors and senior sisters also made me feel warm. I remember that my sister sent me to school that day, telling me about this and that, telling me to pay attention to this and that, as if she wanted to tell me all her experiences. Until she left, she still turned around and told me something frequently. Looking at her back, she suddenly found that her eyes didn't know when to start wetting. 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 for a day seems to be tired. The whistle outside the school, the sound of walking in the corridor, the noise and the mixed music have faded away and disappeared, 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 partner 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, looking at the colorful neon lights flashing on the street, it shows the prosperity of a city and dresses up the beautiful night. At that moment, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. Shuttling through the neon lights alone, it always seems so hurried and lonely. At night, the stars and the moon are in the sky with their peers, but there is a sense of disorientation. Time flies, and I unconsciously experience half a year's campus life. I don't know when 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 can't always 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, campus is not a quiet paradise. There is endless pressure, endless troubles and endless worries. This is not a paradise, but also deception and oppression, hypocrisy and cunning. In the face of such a campus, living a person's life may be my only choice. A person to enjoy the unique happiness, a person to experience the unique peace, a person wearing headphones, listening to the sad melody, wandering aimlessly in the complicated campus. This loneliness may have given me some joy, a lonely joy. Watching some people move from unfamiliar to familiar, and from familiar to unfamiliar.

that year, I was nineteen years old, and I saw a prosperous fireworks in a beautiful section. I was so dazzling that I still couldn't get out of the light and shadow. I was afraid I was confused and lost 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 I look forward to the gorgeous moment when the meteor breaks through the starry sky. Although this gorgeous 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?

I can't see your regret or your pain. Are you really not? I really hope your relaxation is just a wonderful performance! It seems that the first love breaks up in rainy days.