This is a cup of coffee that smells delicious.
After graduating from primary school, I met it, and a movie called High School Musical opened the curtain of my youth. In the story of a group of high school students who finally realized their dreams through ups and downs, I found that youth originally meant persistence in their dreams; In their life of singing and dancing, I saw vitality and vigor. At that moment, I had the desire to rush into the youth world.
This is a cup of coffee that tastes sweet at first.
The study life in Grade Two is brand-new, at least for me. When I was informed that I could take part in the legal knowledge contest in 2008, it was a mixed blessing. At that moment, I had the desire to quit, even if it was perfunctory. I rushed to the playground wearily and struggled in the running circle. Suddenly, I saw the sun shining in the sky ahead. Isn't this the taste of youth? It's so warm and touching. Yes, isn't youth a challenging time? Meet the challenge and fight for it, that is the attitude of youth! So, I adjust the rhythm, prepare hard and recite whenever I have time. Many things happen. With the joint efforts of our teammates, we finally achieved good results.
This is a cup of coffee that tastes bitter on the second sip, but tastes mellow after drinking it.
The road of youth is full of thorns, and there is no direct train to victory. I always thought I would succeed as long as I worked hard, but that time I found I was wrong. I've been fighting for it since I announced the last horrible math final score. Every day's efforts and every progress make me believe that I will succeed this time, but I am wrong. Like the Westernization Movement, my efforts didn't touch the root of the problem, but even knowing this, I didn't have the perseverance to climb to the wellhead again. I am a failed snail. That day, my mother told me: "One person may not succeed if he works hard, and he will not succeed if he doesn't work hard!" " "After listening to me, I struggled at my desk in shame. It's really torturing, but I believe it will be a good memory in the future.
Youth tastes diverse but beautiful, just like the delicious, mellow and colorful cappuccino.
I don't know how much forbearance is hidden behind every tear before it breaks out.
I believe that every cry is a strong premise.
I want to engrave your appearance in my heart, which is my proudest harvest since high school.
My mood is as heavy as before, and there are many complicated things in senior three. Just had a quarrel with a friend, perhaps because of the stubbornness of youth, we can't bow our heads. Today, the fog is not thick, but it is covered with a layer of fog by sadness. Today, the sunshine is just right, but my heart is as wet as rain. I thought our acquaintance for more than a year had witnessed our feelings.
In this season of falling leaves, it is full of pale and powerless breath, just like my heart is stuck in the mud at this time. Pale and helpless. The trees are covered with fallen leaves. Yellow, dry and even light green. Seeing this old and feeble old tree, who would have thought that it was once full of tender leaves, which made people lament its vitality?
A row of small trees under the tree, small leaves in full bloom crowded together, as if they were fighting each other and depending on each other. There is no gap in the tight Ye Er, but a flower is stretched out, which is as big as a little finger. Several flowers depend on each other and the wind blows slightly. Some people can't bear to touch them, but they are teetering. If they didn't depend on each other, maybe a flower has been blown down by the wind.
I can't help touching it gently with my hand. I think it seems to touch its nerves and tremble slightly, and it seems to resist foreign enemies full of unruly, showing its petite masculinity.
Why did it choose to bloom resolutely in this autumn when everything is about to wither?
We should depend on each other like these flowers, so that the life in senior three will not be monotonous. We must be as strong as these flowers, even if we leave separately in the face of the college entrance examination, we must resolutely shine.
The heart will be as bright as that flower.
I'm looking forward to whether we will cry when we meet in senior three. I think feelings should be as strong as wine and as mellow as wine.
I only hope that you will still be there when you meet your youth, just for that sentence: I know your home anyway. If you dare not contact me after senior three, I will come to your house to settle accounts with you.
I only wish you a shortage of youth. Don won't fail you.
The Taste of Youth Model essay 3 Youth is a book that is too hasty, youth is a short dream, and youth is an intriguing short poem.
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Time flies, we seem to be like kites with broken lines when we take off our school uniforms. I remember those years, with all kinds of dreams, and now we may get what we want, or we may have regrets. Not too far away, there are those years that we cherish forever but can't go back.
The alma mater is undoubtedly ordinary, just like ordinary us. However, the three-year cold spell is enough to make every high school student realize the uniqueness and extraordinary of his alma mater. Youth is half bright and half sad.
I may have been dissatisfied and disgusted with it, but today, these have become good memories of my alma mater. No wonder some people say that your alma mater is a place where you scold her 800 times a day and don't allow others to say a word.
When the leaves are scattered, I understand gathering; When the flowers fade, I understand youth. Once dreamed of going out of school, once went out and rarely went back, missing the cage with the cage closed at that time. Youth is unforgettable because you can't go back.
One year after graduation, everyone is crazy to share the principal's speech at the high school graduation ceremony. The headmaster personally tapped the keyboard and gave every word to the junior high school students in grade 1 1, leaving a deep imprint on our minds and lingering.
After graduation, students often go back to their alma mater to visit their teachers and see the changes in their alma mater. Every time the photos of their alma mater are uploaded to the internet, they always bring a high number of views. Everyone feels sorry for the change of their alma mater, which seems a little sad. After graduation, every time I saw the school uniforms worn by high school students in the street, I became so excited and excited. Who would have thought that the once disgusting school uniform has become precious at this time?
Memories of my alma mater will be shared, and sad memories will be fermented into beautified memories with graduation. Needless to say, the heavy schoolwork pressure in high school, the bitterness of taking a bath and grabbing a seat, and the helplessness of still attending class, it is unbearable to be locked in a cage only once a month when you leave school.
Now, however, everything seems insignificant. When we look back, we will find that the time we struggled was the best, even if the struggle meant that it was not so easy, even if the struggle required hard sweat, even if the result of the struggle was not so satisfactory. Youth has tears and laughter, bitterness and sweetness, but it is not eternal.
The skirt of the school uniform exudes youthful vitality. In those lush years, we wore school uniforms. Perhaps at that time, we were still blindly trying to get rid of this unchanging school uniform and change the monotonous style and color in an attempt to stand out from the crowd. Don't dye your hair, don't perm it, and curse the damn hair check from time to time. It is these annoying hard rules that make us lose our personalized hair. A plain face that should be radiant is swollen because of heavy homework and lack of sleep time. I didn't know that blue and white school uniforms were the most beautiful clothes. Every gesture reveals the breath of youth, which makes people linger.
The great image of my alma mater in my heart is like the huge cultural stone at the school gate, which precipitates my deep and sincere homesickness; My alma mater is also like the colorful lights in the fountain pool at night, flashing my colorful memories; My alma mater is like wisteria blooming on the promenade, dotted with my different youth and dreams ... I want to stay in the embrace of my alma mater and make a sincere wish: let the seeds of my youth be buried in this soil and let my youth be immortal in the long river of life.
Everyone has a period of great glory in life, and that is youth. When we savor youth, its unforgettable taste will slowly appear on the tip of your tongue and in your heart.
Youth. Taste, sweet as honey.
I read in books that children older than us said in their compositions that youth is sweet. At this time, they have already got rid of childishness and their thoughts have become mature and wise. The most important thing is the quiet budding first love. Although they have an unrecognized name-"first love", I think they are pure friendship. Chen Cun said: "This kind of story is not much to say. It is very quiet and calm. " The friendship of this era, without any impurities, is like a pure and translucent jade. Because of this, youth will become sweet.
Youth tastes as clear as tea.
This unique taste seems elusive, but you can clearly feel it; Even if you can feel the smell clearly, you can't express it. This smell is in the heart of every teenager. You can get out of your parents' honeypot and feel mature. This is a rebellious period, and youth is incubating. You will use the precious thing of your life-independence. Oh, this clear smell turns out to be rebellious.
Youth tastes as mellow as wine.
Mom said that when she was young, there was a popular TV series "Blood Suspicion" from Japan. He looked like the heroine Yamaguchi Momoe. For this reason, her classmates call her "Yamaguchi Momoe". One year, my mother specially wore Yamaguchi Momoe's costume in the play and sang the theme song "Blood Suspicion" with the whole school! At this point, the mother has been completely immersed in the memories of her youth. No one will forget the taste of youth, just as wine becomes more and more mellow with the passage of time, evoking endless memories.
"People grow up to know. It is a good day in my life to watch the phoenix tree leaves lonely. " Only you know the taste of youth, and you won't know until you grow up. No matter what kind of wind and rain blows, you will still remember that the horizon will still silently retain the fragrance of youth. In that case, please savor your unique and colorful youth carefully.
I always thought I would never be lonely. That day, she asked me, "What does it feel like to be alone?" I will proudly answer: "I am never lonely!" " "
I remember three years ago, I came to this strange world of Xinjiang alone, asking about this strange air and walking on a strange street. I suddenly understood one thing: I am alone. But my junior high school life is very good, and my classmates care about me. I quickly integrated into this big family, so I didn't feel lonely at that time. Dandan once said to me: "People will always be a lonely individual, but as long as they have friends, they will not be lonely or lonely." I have always believed this sentence, because I really have many friends, because I have never been lonely.
It snowed in the first day of junior high school, which was the first snow since I came to Xinjiang. I still remember when I was sitting on the windowsill, she said to me, "Isn't it lonely to come here alone?" That was when we first met. I remember looking at her and smiling and answering her with my balls. She said to me, "You know what? I have always been lonely? " At that time, I thought she was joking, because she had many friends like me, but on February 25th of 12, that is, Christmas Day, I saw her standing alone beside the playground, staring into the distance in the snow, and I believed her. I also said some ridiculous things to her at that time. I said, "Well, let me accompany you." All I remember is that she laughed until tears came out. She said, "Thank you, really, thank you." Then I laughed even more happily.
In the past three years, many things have happened, but I have never been lonely, because I have a group of friends around me anyway, but with the infiltration of poetry, I began to feel lonely sometimes and even want to cry. Danzi said it was because my infiltration of poetry had a result, and she said that I was infected by her. But anyway, I have tasted loneliness. Maybe this is youth. Too many things will eventually change. ...
Egg, she, and more friends, thank you, thank you for accompanying me through these past days. Although I know we will be separated next June, I believe our friendship will never disappear!