The third grade essay 1 youth dictionary, without the word "difficult"; There is no "obstacle" in the spoken language of young people; There is no such thing as "natural talent" in the wisdom of young people.
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Youth, what a beautiful word, it is like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, full of enthusiasm and radiant! Today, we are in this beautiful moment, full of enthusiasm and vitality, and face every day with abundant energy.
Youth is the season of sowing, the season in which we race against time, and the season in which we fly our dreams.
We can travel alone in the great mountains and rivers of the motherland; You can sit alone under the blue sky and white clouds and recite the classics; You can put down a fishing rod by the pool alone; You can fly a kite about dreams alone.
In this adolescence, we have stepped into maturity from childhood ignorance, and we have left the warm embrace of our mother, using our persistence to express our heartfelt password under the blue sky.
In this adolescence, we are stubborn. We dare to run on the thorny road, stride forward in the face of difficulties, and stride forward in the dark. We are like a bull. Even if there is a wall in front, we have to hit the road. Although the process will be very painful, we can laugh it off.
In this adolescence, we have no regrets. We never think we are wrong, even if we are wrong, so what? Just correct it next time.
In this adolescence, we are also rebellious. We write secrets in our diaries, set passwords that only we know, and put them in a secret place to guard against parents' peeping.
This beautiful and gorgeous adolescence also needs to be cherished. Because life is only once, and adolescence is only once. Fight! Friends, don't let time flow.
A rich man will cry when he loses his wealth, and a mother will be sad when she loses her son. What should we do if we cry about our lost youth when we are old?
Youth is a hymn to the passion of human life. Young friends, let's open our hearts and embrace youth. Let's cherish youth and weave dreams. Sing, dance, cry and laugh. Let's raise our glasses to youth!
Today is beginning of autumn, and the so-called beginning of autumn means that the summer has gone cold and it has begun to enter autumn. There are many popular folk customs, and there is a saying that it is to paste autumn fat. Because everyone has no appetite in summer, they will lose weight and their nutrition will not keep up. They should eat stew on this day to compensate for the loss in summer. When it comes to posting autumn fat, I will think of the big meal my mother cooked for me on this day in previous years, and I can't help but drool.
I am particularly afraid of heat, and I have no appetite to eat in summer. My mother always feels distressed when she looks at my increasingly thin face. Every day, I will think of ways to cook delicious meals for me, so that I have an appetite and a mood to eat. On the day of beginning of autumn, my mother will try her best to cook a table full of dishes to satisfy the whole family. Especially the braised pork, which is unparalleled in taste, can't be eaten outside for money.
Speaking of braised pork, it is an ordinary home-cooked dish, and everyone does it differently. Of course, it tastes different. Mother likes cooking very much. She thinks it is a pleasure to cook and make admirable meals. I have cooked braised pork for many times, and gradually realized the true meaning. My mother told me that there are three important keys to cooking braised pork. We must be careful in the selection of pork belly, and choose the kind with one layer of skin, one layer of fat, one layer of thin, one layer of fat and one layer of thin. It's slow to cook braised pork, so don't burn it quickly. Put a little more sugar, preferably one or two sugars per catty of meat. My mother also added red dates to increase the sweetness and make it more nutritious and healthy. Every piece of my mother's braised pork has a rich sauce. The meat is soft and slippery. It melts in my mouth and is fat but not greasy.
Whenever braised pork is served on the table, it will be snatched away by us, especially when we are comfortable after eating and drinking, and my mother is very happy. Speaking of which, I can't help but drool again. Now I go to school outside and seldom go home. I really hope I can eat my mother's meals every day.
This beginning of autumn, I went to eat delicious food with my classmates, and I was very happy. But I still miss mom's cooking, and I miss mom more. Mom, I love you.
I finally finished the exam and set foot on the journey home. I chose a road that I haven't taken for a long time.
The sun is still hanging high in the light blue sky, still my favorite blue sky and still my favorite white clouds. However, although the sun is about to set, it has not reduced the heat it brings. Summer is coming.
The wind blows head-on, bypassing the hair tips and becoming a comfortable breeze, which brings a little coolness to me who is slightly tired. This is the reason for speeding up the air flow and releasing heat by evaporation. ..... The shadows are mottled, and the fallen leaves are falling on the ground these days. This used to be a small life in full of green. Now, it will be integrated into the soil and contribute to the new life. It seems that some people have realized their greatness.
There are vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and stinky tofu and Sugar-Coated Berry have become the favorite things for students after school. Look, those who are buying snacks in a small group can tell. Some passers-by are telling their hometown dialect vividly with their friends, and I seem to want to know the topic between them; Some are bowing their heads to play with their mobile phones, which is really a low-headed family; Some are walking in a hurry. Well, can you tell me why you are in such a hurry? Probably impossible to tell. Surrounded by the "rumbling" sound of cars, the unpleasant tail smell, the footsteps of pedestrians, and the sounds of speech that seem to be inaudible, including the harsh horn sound ...
Suddenly I wanted to stop, so I sat on a stone chair, carrying a slightly heavy schoolbag and writing on paper with my favorite pen. The endless stream of thoughts can't be captured one by one and completely described, but can only be shortened into such an article, with helplessness and a trace of regret in my heart.
Let me be a snail quietly, slowly, slowly, and let me discover the beauty of life quietly.
The breeze blows gently, mixed with a trace of warmth and a trace of irritability. The orange sunset renders the sky and scatters a piece of orange without stint, concentrating on the ground on one side. Looking up, through the large green leaves, I saw the bright sunshine, so I stopped looking. I'm a little fidgety, worrying about the results I just finished the exam, worrying about the short school pants I have to wear in physical education class, and worrying about entering the intersection later, and I will hear the "noise" of mixed music ... forehead, cheeks, neck, fingertips, skirts ... the existence of the wind.
Irritability, breeze. Xia naively came.
Written on the way home, only when you are there can you describe it.
On New Year's Day every year, I will write down my thoughts about New Year's Day. I will write down these beautiful moments with my notes, and I will have a thought when I see them one day.
It was on the first day of 20xx, which made me feel scared. Every year, every month, every day passes from my life in a countdown way, but I have been standing for a long time for 30 years, turning and turning along the track of the years, as if I had inadvertently returned to the starting point of the day.
The bell of the message rang, and at first glance it was a New Year's Day greeting from my good friend. Niu couldn't wait to let her blessing accompany me for a year even after midnight. There was a burst of warmth in my heart: I have no wealth, but I am lucky to have a happy home and so many intimate friends who care for me. I pursue money, but I am indifferent to it, so although I think hard about how to earn money, I am not a complete gold worshipper. So far, I have not devoted myself to it, to fight, to fight and to gamble.
I like a sentence: this place of peace of mind is my hometown!
I don't know when the sun in the new year lit up my window and I jumped up. Push open the window, let the sunshine in, and let me bathe in the cold and bright sunshine. I am a dust flying in the sunshine, with my own happiness and happiness!
Happy new year! I said to myself and to everyone around me. Let's laugh at the lost time, empty the joys and sorrows of the past, easily embark on a new journey and strive for a new tomorrow!
After the rain, nature gave the world a unique gift-colorful, which clearly reflected the charming color of the sun and was very popular. Youth is like the rainbow after the rain, full of rich colors.
Unconsciously, unconsciously, students have stepped into the palace of youth, facing the colorful world in front of them, their hearts are inevitably full of joy.
Youth comes with junior high school life. In an instant, we seem to have stepped into an era full of passion from naive childhood, and we have no time to prepare and remember, and we are at a loss to usher in this throbbing era. At this time, our hearts can not help but add a trace of nostalgia, miss the carefree life of childhood, and fantasize about the life when we throw away our schoolbags after school and disappear with the noise.
Although my heart was troubled by nostalgia, the wonderful junior high school life that followed immediately pushed this trouble to the outside of the cloud nine. After getting rid of the troubles, we were relieved and began to experience this wonderful life slowly. Before we could enjoy the short ten minutes every day, we saw the teacher's serious face and a thick stack of lesson plans in his hand appear in front of us. We had to continue to linger in triangles and all kinds of weird graphics, walk slowly among the words composed of A, B and C, and find our own foothold in the chemical forest with test tubes.
Finally ushered in the long-awaited bell, we stopped thinking, rushed to the vast playground, competed for the silver-white football, and displayed the slightly immature skills. The surprise after shooting and the loss after being poured alternated among the two groups, but regardless of winning or losing, everyone's hearts were very happy. With the melodious bell, we continued to roam in the sea of questions ...
For us, youth has both an ideal call and a test; There is the pain of failure and the joy of success. Let's have youth, cherish youth, show youth and praise youth.
The third grade random composition article 6 "What is youth?"
green
Youth, like colorful mixed colors, is neither single nor gloomy, but the main color is biased towards the shy green. Like a newly born child who doesn't understand the world, and like the budding flowers, he is too shy to bloom beautifully.
Many people like bright colors such as red, green and blue, but ignore green. But I don't know that green is made up of these three tones, which can be described as a combination of beauty and beauty, but she doesn't want to show beauty, just like that blooming youth.
The beauty of youth needs us to discover, and the beauty of youth needs us to bloom. As long as we have a pair of discerning eyes and make unremitting efforts, youth will shine like gold, with natural charm and impeccable.
spring
Spring is the most beautiful season among the four seasons, and everything recovers and is full of vitality. Look at that piece of flower red, a piece of willow green, only to find the abundant spring, which is so gorgeous. Isn't youth the spring in life? She is like a torch, lighting the lamp of hope; It is also like a brush, painting a perfect touch on life; Like a gust of wind, it comes and goes without a trace ... She is so mysterious and so exciting. Just like the rising sun, it is warm and clear.
Spring is summer, autumn and winter. Just as youth passes, it enters middle age until old age. It is so short that it disappears even before you learn to cherish it. Because of this, we must let youth shine for life before she slips away, and let the light of youth spread to every corner of life. Never idle away your youth. "Spending youth is a crime." Don't let yourself enter the prison of life so young.
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Youth, taken apart, is "youth" and "spring". "Green" is a beautiful color; "Spring" is the most beautiful season in a year; "Youth" is the most beautiful season in life!
We are a group of children who are forced to take a one-way street.
Just two months ago, when our last class left with joy and regret, and our next class was still immersed in the joy of the holiday, we went on the road unprepared. Along the way, we began to experience things we had never had before, and to think about things we had never had before.
About life
Each of us is waiting for our fragile dream like a bubble. Happiness has just begun, but sadness has already lurked. Life is like this. Since the pain exists, why should we be afraid? Why not bravely support life and paint our own colors?
In the world, there are complicated causes and effects. Only by "listening to destiny with all one's ability" can one maintain a balanced and beautiful mentality forever.
About growth
Three years ago, I saw the words written by Jing M.Guo to us at that age. At that time, I was silently waiting for the entrance examination.
Learn to be patient, learn to be numb, learn to wear off the restrained light of corners, and learn everything you have to learn before the ceremony of becoming an 18-year-old. This is growth and it is inevitable again.
Now, I have gone through the ceremony without ceremony, and I passed the third year of high school. What we are facing and what it means, you know.
So I dare not sleep for many nights. I am afraid that I will be old when I wake up. I am afraid that my life will be mediocre in the noise of different opinions. We are all unwilling to be mediocre children, so we have to endure more things and learn to do more things.
About love
A guy who spent a lot of time on campus told me his "personal classic":
Love is always just fireworks in the night sky. When it blooms, it is full of courage and beauty of love. However, after the fireworks are exhausted and extinguished, everything will become a thing of the past, and the night sky will return to its original tranquility.
I smiled at him after listening: "In fact, we haven't had real love yet."
About loneliness
Loneliness is the tree, the only tree I can see when I sit in class. It is lonely. Only lonely things can read loneliness.
Loneliness is when you want to ask a friend together, only to find that the friend has already asked another friend.
Loneliness means that you will never go to great lengths to choose a gift for someone again.
What is even more lonely is that you will never cry again because the plot in the book is similar to your own story, and even you are lonely and even moved will never appear in front of you again.
Loneliness is that the sky light outside your companion's window occupies the sky bit by bit, and finally you see this lengthy text, because there is nothing to do except read it.
Are we happy or miserable?
Our days, like an old man eager to return to childhood, have become more and more simple; And we are like terminally ill children, seeing the confusion from the eyes of our elders, but still happy. Although this happiness has gone bad, no one wants to say anything more.
We all had great sadness, hysterical pain and despair, and all thought that others were so happy. With the passage of time, I began to see the fragility behind more and more people, the helplessness behind them, and the little-known sadness. It turns out that no one can escape the pain of sadness.
We are a combination of happiness and pain. Our happiness is meaningless, and the pain is unreasonable. Things as horrible as darkness often devour us quietly, silently filling every crack around us, and then revealing its nightmare smile. It's getting noisy around you.
And in the face of all that we realize, we can only be silent.
Junior high school life is like a colorful emotional story. It narrates the twists and turns in our growth and sings the dove in our hearts. From the beginning to the end, every stage needs to be experienced with heart, so that we can find the beauty and unforgettable, so that we can't forget it. I combed the ups and downs of the past three years. It' s really "cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, and it' s leaving sorrow". Under the lamp, the dribs and drabs of three years' life will soon become eternal memories in the dark.
Three years ago, we ended our carefree primary school life and entered junior high school with childhood ignorance, reluctance to our childhood partners and a bright future. I can't play with my shyness in front of many unfamiliar faces, and I can't forget my bewilderment when I first talked with my classmates ... So many bits and pieces merged into my junior high school life. We are destined to get together. Scattered years, because friends are expected to feel lonely, and now three years of junior high school life is about to become a memory, we have to wave and say goodbye. How can I give up? "Sauvignon Blanc looks like a memory, and short acacia is infinite. If I had known it, I would have met you." Years, like relentless running water, will blur the memory. I hope that no matter how time passes, our memories will never fade.
My lovely friends, because of you, my world as yellow as fallen leaves will have a breath of spring. Because we have memories, we can meet you in our dreams. Reality is a cumbersome, unwilling to look at the familiar back that will leave us. I just want to say, "Mochow has no confidant in the future, and everyone in the world knows Jun."
With the passage of time, everyone changed from the original strangeness to familiarity. Gradually, we put aside the constraints. Now we are not friends who meet by chance, but brothers and sisters with deep feelings. Share weal and woe, share weal and woe, never abandon, and create our own free world together. Regard teachers as bosom friends and classmates as reliable best friends. Although sometimes we will make the teacher angry and let the teacher go to great lengths for us. But in fact, we love our teachers deeply.
Because of dreams, we breathe in the sun and thrive. We clenched our hands and doggedly pursued our dreams. Because of you, there will be a trace of vitality on the boring chase.
The story is drawing to a close. Because of the reality, we have to leave. There are too many memories, too many true feelings and too many regrets in three years. Our junior high school life carries too many memories, and no one wants to close the door of junior high school. Ming remembers the moment when his fingers were clenched, the tacit understanding of gestures, and cherishes what he has now.
"and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood."
Perhaps, only family members can comfort you every time you are in a bad mood.
Perhaps, when all the bad things come at you, there will be surprises you can't imagine.
Perhaps, all the people and things that make you misunderstand can resolve all contradictions in one sentence.
Today, I seem to understand better than usual.
I'm worried about making up lessons. Then dad called. "Make up a missed lesson tired? Go to bed early every night when you are tired. Don't be too tired, and don't care how much it costs. Dad will come back when the teacher asks for money. " These are common words, but they can give me great comfort.
I'm ashamed, too. I'm not a competent daughter. I lost my childhood cleverness and understanding. I also lost that consciousness.
When I was a child, nothing ever prevented me from studying, but now, all my family members have pinned their hopes on me, but I clearly know everything in my heart, why there is no performance in my actions. They have created such a good living environment for me. They have booked a hotel for the senior high school entrance examination. They have done so much, but what have I done? I listen vaguely in class every day, and my math class is almost abolished. What did I do when I went home at night? How many papers did you buy and how many did you write? I'm really ashamed.
I think it would be great to make efforts now and wait until June to go into the examination room with my chest up. It would be great to get into a good high school. However, it's like this, day after day, next June. What should I be in the examination room? How should I explain the failure? They never said, as long as they try their best, but I am not reconciled. Why? I can't get the result after doing so much. I have to obey, since I have made a decision. Then I will continue, as long as I am worthy of myself and everything they have done, that's good, one of the three most important things in life. Why can't I have beautiful fireworks in the senior high school entrance examination?
Looking back, I haven't experienced too many setbacks, but I can't take this as the reason why I can give up. It's so stupid. Since I have said these words, it shows that I want to learn. Since I have such a mentality, it will be easier to work hard. I must force myself to forget all the things I shouldn't think about at this time. Friendship is still youth. I want to work hard and make myself capable of repaying all my family members.
Random thoughts on the third grade 10 Sometimes, I always want to be alone and not talk, just reading.
I always think that one day, I can realize my dream, stand at the top and show those people the wind and prestige.
I always feel confident. I didn't know how vulnerable it was until the cold wind hit behind me.
I always feel that studying hard will definitely bring me success. Later, I realized how ridiculous it was, paying too much, not as good as others' 1/2.
I always feel that I am like a traveling tourist, stupidly busy. Later, I discovered that it was to cover up the emptiness in my heart!
I always feel that friendship is very thin, and when I touch it, I find that it is just a layer of fog, and it is equal to nothing!
I always feel that I am not like a snail, but I want to learn from it ...
The past, go with the wind to the prairie, no one has to live in the past, every day is a new beginning! No matter what, I will get better and better.
I, always the same!