Perhaps we are still immersed in the carefree time of childhood, but we have unconsciously entered the age of youth, and childishness has left us. We have more future dreams and beautiful expectations, and we have unlimited vitality brought by youth. We are the future masters of the motherland. Are we wasting our lives in vain, or should we assume our due responsibilities now?

The descendants of the dragon are the unique titles of our Chinese sons and daughters, and descendants of the Yellow Emperor are synonymous with all Chinese sons and daughters. China has a cultural history of 5,000 years. In this most splendid season of life, we should live up to our youth and be useful people. Confucius said, "Cultivate one's morality, keep one's family in order, govern the country and level the world." Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said: "Life is an outstanding person, and death is also a ghost." If you really live in this world, you must be born a hero and die a hero. These are the lofty aspirations handed down by the ancients, and these are the prosperous classics they left us.

In this huge world, people are small, but people are an indispensable member of this world. We can't do nothing because we are small. The so-called "everyone is responsible for the prosperity of the country." When many small things are mixed together, they will become enormous, and the ocean is accumulated drop by drop, so we should also do our part.

If everyone makes a contribution, the world will be beautiful;

If everyone plants a tree, then the earth will become a real green planet;

If everyone saves a drop of water, then no one in the world will die of water;

If everyone picks less leaves, there will be more dense forests in the world.

There are too many ifs, which are just assumptions, but the truth is, we should realize that everyone is very important to this society. "Don't do it with small goodness, don't do it with small evils." If you want to make a difference in life, you must undertake something in the flower season like a flower. Now youth comes quietly, and youth dies quietly.

Always hear grandparents sigh, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. I don't understand. An old woman told me meaningfully that the sunset is beautiful in people's eyes. However, she is about to fall, leaving the world with only that moment of beauty. I saw that they had already set the sun. People may be like this. They don't know the value of time until they are old, and only a short time can understand the true meaning of beauty. And in school, do we understand the preciousness of youth that is gone forever?

I don't wait, I am white, I am sad.