Youth is like a novel, we are the authors, and the ending of the story is in our hands; Youth is a mellow symphony and we are performers. Whether we can make it better depends on ourselves. Youth is a lonely journey, during which we can know a lot, change a lot and even forget a lot. ......

I have seen many movies about youth, in which the hero and heroine are just like us. They are all in their prime. They have struggled for their ideals, struggled, been willful and even regretted, but they have persisted. After the storm, they always see the rainbow, and they all become the little sun in their hearts, shining. ......

And I, an ordinary junior high school girl, is about to face the big exam of the senior high school entrance examination, which is also a challenge to my youth. I'm not afraid or shy away from challenges.

There are only more than 20 days left before the senior high school entrance examination. Suddenly, I feel that time is like eating in a blur, I can't stop at all, and even with the catalyst, it passes faster. The students seem to be sensible at once and begin to listen carefully in class. Even noisy students will keep silent and listen to the teacher's voice carefully. After class, it was still very quiet, without bickering and noise, only the voice of students discussing problems, which was so clear and beautiful. The most popular is the teacher's office. The long queue of students in front of the office every day is enough for the teacher to be busy. Although busy, I am very happy, because the teachers know that these flowers are desperately vying to bloom in front of him. At the same time, the students also filled in their volunteers and set their goals. They don't have to think about anything. They just work hard, struggle and struggle for their dreams to come true.

On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, it is necessary to have a classmate record. That morning, as soon as I arrived at school, I saw a classmate's record and found my place on my desk. Looking at them, my heart felt sad. All the joys and sorrows in the past left only these blank sheets of paper. When I picked up the pen, I felt my hands were heavy and I didn't know where to start.

Looking back, we had a big fight because of some small things. Because a good friend and a good sister can go through fire and water. What is it because, when we want to rely on each other most, we are ruthlessly separated. Yes, time is gone forever, but time is too short for us to change anything. We can only cherish what we have now, cherish our youth and live in the present. ......