Chapter 1: Inspirations of Chicken Soup for the Soul Youth is a trickle; Youth is a new green bud. Youth is colorless, like white paper, waiting for us to describe; Youth is colorless, like an unwritten diary, waiting for us to write. Youth is the most brilliant touch of the warm sun in the flower season, beautiful and exquisite.
When we sit in a chair, talking and laughing, our faces are filled with warm smiles, that is youth; When we walk in the street, playing tricks on each other's best friends and playing naively, that is youth; When we are standing in the sun, waving our hands in school uniforms and shooting graduation photo happily, that is youth; When we look back at our alma mater and our friends who are about to leave, the happy days of the past emerge and tears fall. This is youth ... Youth is beautiful and full of ups and downs. Let us lament its brevity.
I feel wronged because of the teacher's scolding, and I can't help complaining to my best friend, which is youth; I was anxious because of my best friend's birthday, and finally I was embarrassed to spit out my tongue at my best friend. That was youth. Joy and sadness are thrown out of the clouds because of the little surprise brought by family members, that is youth; Lost because I didn't do well in an exam, and amused by the comfort of my best friend, that is youth. ...
In those youth and simplicity, there are always some memories that we will never forget. Unforgettable friends I have laughed together, cried together, hated together, loved together, had the feeling of losing comfort, had warm sadness and had deep memories. All things must come to an end, but you and I have eternal friendship.
An unforgettable teacher. Lang Lang recited poems, remembering your patient education; Bury yourself in writing a crash book and remember your careful guidance. Gentle words, careful instruction, slender figure, in my heart forever.
Unforgettable alma mater. Step by step into the huge campus, there are flowers and green grass everywhere. And here we are, in this campus full of laughter, spending a long career in learning the sea. Because of your company, there are talents. Your appearance, I can't get rid of it.
"I don't want longevity, I don't want to seize the day, I just want to be plain and join hands with you." As the song goes, let's draw more beautiful pictures of youth and write more vivid songs of youth with youth as the pen and true feelings as the ink.
Chapter 2: Inspirations of Chicken Soup for the Soul Youth is like a seed. If you are comfortable, you may lose the vitality of germination.
Life only gives you youth once. I choose to pursue, to pursue the dream of life, to release the color of life.
I want my youth to walk smartly like a sail when the wind is shaking and the waves are knocking. Even if I was finally eliminated by the wind and waves, I experienced a meaningful trip in my life without regrets.
I want youth to be like a seed. When the soil is soaked in cold water, I will spit out my ambition. Even if I wither in the autumn festival, I have no regrets, and this life has finally borne fruit.
I want my youth to spit out my fragrance in the ice and snow like a cold plum. Even if I have no choice but to spend it in the end, I have no complaints about the beauty of the past.
So I set off. Only when we set out will we reach our ideal destination; Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success; Only the pursuit will release the color of life. Success and joy are never as easy as flipping your hands. Gold medals and flowers are never rabbits that hit trees and die. Pride and pride are not pies that fall from the sky. A hunter who only aims and does not shoot is not a good hunter, and a soldier who only shouts and does not charge is not a good soldier. If you lie in the cradle forever, your limbs will shrink. If you stay in the dark forever, your eyes will be blind. Heart is never as good as action. What are friends waiting for? Come with me!
The journey is tortuous, with ice, heavy rain and stumbling blocks. I don't know whether the road ahead is an unfathomable pool or a calm lake; I don't know whether the road ahead is a rugged narrow path or a sunshine avenue full of flowers. I don't care, I don't care about the thorns on the road, I don't care about the danger ahead. Tie your shoelaces and hit the road.
Bitter sweat accompanied my hard steps, and excited tears accompanied my joy of success. As long as the place where I arrive is the history of yesterday, what I pursue is the future of tomorrow. When victory comes quietly again, when applause rings warmly again, I am not arrogant or dry. Because I know the road ahead is still long, because I know I have to make greater efforts. When the heavy rain washes away the joy again, when the snow and ice drown the excitement again, I have no regrets. Because I know that I have done something, paid something, gained something and succeeded. Because I know that sunshine always comes after rain, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road." What I want to say is: "Don't worry too much about the road of life. As long as you take a step, the road will unfold under your feet ... "