When you are lonely and helpless, there are always a pair of hands, accompanying you out of the lonely shadow.

When you are ecstatic, there are always hands cheering for you and cheering your excited mood.

Our Class Five held hands and were heart to heart. We had cheers, pains, disputes, shouts, frustrations, glories and experiences. Chinese teacher always says: Time is easy to throw away the fleeting time, cherry turns red, banana turns green ... Suddenly, I found that from knowing each other to getting to know each other, we * * * went through several spring and autumn periods together, and the time was not long, but joy and happiness piled up like mountains.

Do you remember? When we first came to this group, we were ignorant, and the smiling faces filled with hope seemed so kind. I have always been a child who is afraid of loneliness. Whenever the night falls, loneliness comes with it. I always like to hug myself tightly and look at the starry sky at a loss. A simple hug relieved all loneliness, and a simple word disappeared all the sadness. Your's kindness and enthusiasm have warmed my heart, and the fragrance of happiness is gradually spreading in my heart.

My good friend once said to me: As long as I face it sincerely, my friendship will last for a long time, so I try my best to feel and communicate with my heart.

In the "Jiao Sai Cup", you went into battle with injuries. We saw a flash of pain on your's face, and our faces were full of worries. You turned from defeat to victory. We will never forget each other's picture: the whole class shed that sincere tear. I still remember cheering and shouting for you. We saw the golden light shining on your, and we shouted: You are the best fighters. In that failed game, we saw your's face full of remorse, and our hearts were worried about your's injury, but our faces still said that you were the best.

The squad leader said: Basketball is only an episode in high school life. In a movie, the most touching scene is the scene with an episode, which shows us clearly in the stadium full of shouts: it turns out that we both treat each other with sincerity, it turns out that we are connected with each other, it turns out that we are not unfriendly, and it turns out that we all love this group so much.

The songs of the years are still singing, and the road of youth is still walking. I don't have to be afraid of loneliness, because I know that you are always there. When the Chinese teacher tells us about the parting of the ancients, what kind of scene will it be when our hearts float to the end of the songs of those years when we graduate? Is to hug each other tightly. Singing fly high or crying?

When the class leader explained the prelude to graduation for us, our hearts were excited about it. What kind of picture will it be at the end of the road of youth at the time of graduation, whether to shout "goodbye" or turn around with a smile but burst into tears?

The song of the years, can you pause for us, pause in this second.

Chapter 2: About eighteen years old

Outside the window, clusters of white flowers are blooming in unknown shrubs. Layered with pure white or yellow powder, it reveals a fresh and delicate taste. I don't know who hummed the familiar song, just like the rambling and charming past when flowers and fruits were precipitated.

My youth is not so quiet, irritable and noisy. I've sold cute clothes and been stupid, fought and quarreled, sat in the stands and talked loudly about my dreams, gulped down coke and chewed up potato chips and swallowed them in my stomach. Class will not be too boring, even if the seats are far apart, it can make the small note show a perfect arc and hit the target without any difference. After class, he took a broom and grinned, forcing the troublemaker into a corner. This shows that my high school life is not so monotonous.

The afterglow of the setting sun is always warm, which makes the shadow grow old. We always played badminton in the playground until we were so tired that we sweated, until sunset and the people who walked left, and then we went back to the classroom. At that time, I felt that friendship was an endless horizon that could extend to eternity.

Later, the gradual mechanization of life obviously made me a little impatient. The class became boring and long, and the physics teacher wrote one complicated formula after another on the blackboard. No one was whispering, and the classroom was silent and depressed. After class, most people sit quietly in their seats, preparing books for the next class or reviewing the contents of the last class. No one is chasing and fighting, and few people are standing on the edge of the corridor, even if the sky outside is blue. I also became serious, put away the appearance of fooling around, and threw myself into the intense schoolwork at my desk until my handwriting ached, stopped and shook it twice before continuing.

The original empty desk hole was replaced by thick review materials and stacks of papers. There is no place for comic novels. I suddenly entered the life of the third year of high school, and I was too nervous and hurried to take care of it. Friends, slowly lost contact, and finally lost contact. At that time, I clearly felt for the first time that friendship is not an endless horizon, it is just a long runway, no matter whether it runs fast or slow, it will eventually reach the end.

There are many things in this world that are hard to explain, such as the temperature of the blue sky and the depth of the sea, such as losing someone unconsciously, such as sudden small emotions and thoughts ...

Missed things will always feel that they are not really missed, forgotten things will not really disappear, and lost things will not be branded in their hearts. Yes, it is because of these things that I grow up and be myself again.

I wish those who have missed it can be happy after being displaced from place to place, and those who have experienced the pain of growing up can bid farewell to the past and accept it frankly. May those who were once helpless and now confused find themselves again.

18 years old, naive to the left, growing up to the right, even though time has changed a lot, we still cling to our dreams.

Youth is old, and faith remains unchanged.

Chapter 3: Persistence at the age of eighteen

At the age of eighteen, I stood at the crossroads of my life, whether I still choose to stick to the fortress of my dreams.

-Inscription

The afterglow of the sunset passes through the avenues on both sides of the French phoenix tree, and the long light covers the sky with green.

All the people here are upturned with a youthful face, and in the remaining ten days, they are doing the final struggle. At the age of eighteen, they have their own dreams and are working step by step in the same experience. In this quiet space, the sound of paper and pen tearing and grinding is extremely clear. Sometimes there are cheerful English letters in my ears, and sometimes there are numerical equations in my mind.

Yesterday's diary also wrote many encouraging words. For example: Come on, you have to believe in yourself and keep going for your dream ... It seems to have become an indispensable lullaby every day. Life at eighteen is like this. Clearly know that it is difficult to appear in a few poor places, or resolutely write down the boast of "I am a miracle in the next moment". Since it is a miracle that is extremely difficult to happen, does it mean that you have run aground on a reef before you set sail?

Xiao Si said, "Happiness is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone." It has been pursued by me so far.

Which 18-year-old boy hasn't had a dream of moving mountains into the earth, but in front of life, many people slowly give up their dream fortress and become mediocre. And some people, no matter how hard the road is, never give up their dreams. Therefore, the choice at a certain crossroads made them catch the dream that they once thought was out of reach, and at the age of 18, they inadvertently became people who stayed young forever, embraced their dreams, and could change the world and create the future.

I am glad that such a person has appeared in my life. So, I know that there is a distant world waiting for me to travel around, and there are the past and present that I miss all my life.

Eighteen-year-old self, swallowing tears, will choose to the end. Even if I stumble, at least I have a harbor for my tired self to rest. I understand that the most terrible thing is not getting old against the rising sun, but that the waves pass over the original water-like agility and cover it with an invisible hardness.

This year, I turned my back on my original dream; This year, the choice of 18 years old will be carried through to the end.

Chapter four: the corner of eighteen

At the corner of the age of eighteen, time wandered in the gap of the story, and looking back on the winding old and new footprints has gone through an eighteen-year journey; At the corner of eighteen, watching the looming unbridled and gradually shortened day, the wind stopped on my shoulder and dropped the vicissitudes of the red wall and brown tiles for a hundred years. I don't know if they saw my growth and if I had an eighteen-year-old look.

Occasionally remind myself that I used to be so unscrupulous, playing on the muddy dirt; I once thought I embraced heaven because of cheap new toys; I once stood my chest proudly and let the red scarf fly brightly.

Once I dared not let go of my father's rough and powerful hand, so I longed for the tenderness in my mother's arms; I used to cry when I fell down innocently, just for the eyes of concern; Once I was full of selfish innocence, I couldn't see the fatigue in their eyes and the forehead with fine lines gradually. I once complained about the boring and shriveled text characters in the teacher's mouth, and I was frustrated and unwilling in their severe criticism. I once remembered the lights that didn't go out late at night in the teacher's office when I sang a grateful song, and suddenly remembered that I had so much unpaid care. In the eyes of parents and teachers, we are always in the childhood, and we are always stingy? Express a word of gratitude: "I love you." Now standing at the corner of eighteen, I am so eager to express my heart in a mature tone: "Mom and Dad thank you for your silent care for eighteen years! Teacher, we understand your's hard work! Don't worry, we have grown up and built our own strength. We can give you the happiest gift and raise our young and determined dreams with our own hands. "

Unconsciously, the sky faded from the monotonous blue, and with the imaginative ethereal spirit, we learned to be childlike and calm, and also learned to deeply understand the meaning of the word "college entrance examination" in a distance of less than 200 days. We tried our best to bid farewell to the steady training after adolescence, swallowing the harsh bitterness from our fingers. We longed for jumping in our hearts and running out of freedom and happiness in the wind. Give yourself an outing at the age of 18, take off your school uniform without a textbook on your back, but the freedom at the age of 18 always needs proof that sweat and tears are immortal. Your mathematics and physics, as well as my politics and history, are closely intertwined on the blackboard. Bourgeois revolutions have stirred up ripples in distant time and space, and the countdown is accompanied by sweat returning to zero. We hold on to our writing to complete the proof of releasing our dreams.

I stood at the corner of 18 years old and meditated on my mood in the early summer of next year. I condensed my current strength and made an oath to my independent and brave self: I seek for the superior, shoulder the heavy responsibility, encourage each other to meet each other, follow my hundred years of study, and wait for me next summer, and I will not teach Bing Jian to be negative!

Chapter 5: Eighteen-year-old us

I have seen the adult ceremony, read the adult oath, sung passionate songs and walked through the adult door. Suddenly, I found that I have passed the age of eighteen, I have grown up, and I have grown up.

When I was young and ignorant, I looked forward to my eighteen-year-old self. I was no longer strictly bound by my parents and could do what I wanted. Time flies, looking at my 18-year-old self, although my wish has not come true, I understand, and I understand a lot.

I have learned that at the age of eighteen, we shoulder our own, family and social responsibilities. When we grow up, we should consider our present and future. We should share the sorrow and fatigue for our parents and thank them for their hard work and hard work for us. Know how to care and respect teachers and be a good student in school; Be a qualified citizen with a strong sense of social responsibility.

I have learned that at the age of eighteen, we should be down-to-earth in every step and think carefully about every word we say. We must recognize the good and evil in life and society, grasp our own life, change our own destiny, and let us fight hard!

I've learned that at the age of eighteen, we should care about the people and things around us, cherish every kind person around us, and make our life more friends and colors. Care for children in poor mountainous areas and people in disaster areas, and give their modest strength to them. When this little strength comes together, it will touch China and shock the world.

Eighteen years old is an important turning point in everyone's life. It is sunshine, dew and breeze, which makes our hearts better and our hearts stronger. Let myself shake hands with the memories of 18 years old proudly after many years, and say loudly: You are my best years.

"Why should we go to Qiu Lai in spring, and the flowers fall in bloom?" As adults, we should know more about the importance of time, whether we are facing the college entrance examination in front of us or in the unknown future. We should cherish every minute and second, instead of regretting for life because of mediocrity, just let life be full of wonderful and gorgeous.

Let's hold our heads high, set sail with hope, and fly to our bright future with the wings of dreams. Struggle together, struggle together, and create our own new world.