Youth, its true meaning is to struggle bravely. Even if I fail after the struggle, I will be very happy, because I have worked hard. I remember it was in the fifth grade of primary school. Once, the school held a sports meeting. The teacher said happily, "this is a sports meeting to hone everyone's consistency." Everyone must sign up enthusiastically. " So everyone actively signed up. The teacher called the roll and found that I didn't sign up, so he said, "Zhang Song, come and see me after school." After studying law, I came to the teacher's office. I came at the usual time, and after finishing my homework, I said seriously, "Why don't you take part in the sports meeting?" I whispered, "I'm not good at sports, and I'm afraid I'll be late." The teacher said, "It is because of poor physical education that you want to take part in this sports meeting. You should learn to be strong ... "Hearing this, I feel a little strange. How can I be strong in sports meeting? But in the end, I agreed to take part in the sports meeting so that I could take part in the 800-meter race.

Soon, the sports meeting was held as scheduled. On that day, many school students arrived and the audience was packed. I was a little scared at first, afraid that I would make a fool of myself by running last, so I planned to sneak away, but when I saw it, the teacher was looking at me confidently. So I got up my courage and prepared to fight hard. With the memory of gunfire, our classmates flew on the runway like arrows that left the string. Of course, I came last, so I persisted in two laps, and half a lap was over, but I was so tired that I wanted to stop and start walking. But when I think of the teacher's words, I cheer myself up: how can I give up? Giving up is an extremely cowardly act. I can't give up. Even if I came last, I would be honored because I worked hard. Unconsciously, I suddenly felt a force supporting me, so I gritted my teeth and ran to the finish line. ...

In the lounge, I sat in a chair to rest, and the teacher came over and said, "Are you all right?" I shook my head hard and said, "Nothing." The teacher said, "Your performance today was excellent, and I was very happy for you until the end." I also opened my mouth happily.

Yes, youth needs hard work and persistence. Only when we have worked hard can we understand the true meaning of youth.

The second high school student's inspirational composition for youth is 800 words

An ancient tree is growing tenaciously, its roots are all over the ground, but its branches extend far away. The bell of youth is ringing in my ears, and the young heart is no longer beating calmly. It began to place hope, longing for the infinite distance and the paradise of dreams.

If there is no blood, who can hear the call from afar; Without a wandering heart, who can respond to the call of youth; If there is no poetry, who can pack their bags and bravely pursue their dreams?

Going far away, I have no intention of being a sentimental literary youth or showing off my travel experience. I just want to be a person with beautiful scenery, stop and go. I don't think about where I will stop, not to waste time, but to set my mind as a blank sheet of paper, draw a beautiful picture with the scenery at will, and guide me in the direction of my dream with the distance.

Maybe you will find it luxurious. However, the young heart is always deeply attracted by this luxury. It just wants to give itself a complete trip, a romantic trip to the immature yearning, and an end to the infinite longing for the unknown, so that it can experience and feel, pave the way for my progress and accumulate experience for my pursuit.

Imagine, in a distant foreign land, I am sitting on the train and looking out the window. How many unknown green feelings have been brought by the thin willows, the shadows of trees are swaying, and the cold wind is blowing, which lifts my thoughts. In the afterglow of the sunset, I vaguely dug out my dreams, recalled the vows of that year, enjoyed the strange distance, intoxicated and shouted. ...

Going far away can give me too much release, let me set up camp and hit my dream again. I want to be brave for my dream, leaving no room. I never care which intersection I will fall at. As long as I work hard, leave myself behind, run smartly, accept widely, and fill my emotions in the distance, I can find the answer I want. I only worry that when my youth leaves me, I just hold endless regrets in my heart.

Distant, can give opportunities to be independent and correct. Young, what you need is this kind of experience to fill the gap in your heart. I don't want to learn from the ancients, nor do I want to be a poet. I just want to keep the harvest of my trip in my heart, sum up my experience and bridge my dreams.

A person, a foreign land, wandering around, no land.

In my dream, I vaguely touched my admiration for the distance in the past. Immediately, I turned my dream into a ticket, boarded the train, sailed far away, and pursued my dream as far as possible.

Young me, I often tell myself that my dream is still waving in the distance, and I will always be on the road.

Three high school students struggle for youth inspirational composition 800 words

Those youths have quietly grown old; Do you remember those dreams? Youth is just a beautiful word, but I don't know where it is. Perhaps it is because of youth that we enjoy youth. Perhaps because I am young, I have illusions about everything. Sometimes, I fantasize about how beautiful reality is, and I really want to integrate into real life and feel everything at once. The youth years on campus have a wonderful youth time. I am so happy that I can't feel the cruelty of reality until now. When I look back suddenly, some mottled memories have been fragmented and can no longer be pieced together. In our life, youth is also getting old quietly. It is getting farther and farther away from us, blurring our realization and forgetting the direction of the road ahead.

Youth is a cruel word. But I don't understand why it is cruel. Perhaps because of maturity, I know cruelty. Perhaps it is because of maturity that youth is slowly forgotten. Looking back occasionally, I find that I have deviated from the track and got closer and closer to reality, so that I lost that innocence.

The dream seems very heavy. We can hardly breathe. Sometimes I even want to leave it and go to an unknown place alone. Unconsciously, dreams grow with us, and the more we grow up, the heavier we get. The greater the pressure on our shoulders, the less we will slow down. This season will soon leave us, but we still stay where we are, still guarding those distant dreams.

Once upon a time, dreams brought us closer to reality and brought us back to our original appearance. We are getting closer to reality. In the cruel reality, dreams are distorted and trite. Inadvertently, gradually deviated from us. We can choose to be a selfish person, even if we have nothing. Then, one day, I suddenly realized that I had become very realistic. So I have to pick up those broken dreams again. Those old pasts have gone to blowing in the wind. After the rain, what we see is not sunshine or rainbow, but a gray sky without a trace of color.

After the flowers bloom, youth disappears. Those dreams that can't be, go with the wind, leaving no trace. But in our hearts, there are still some broken traces. People often say that we have capital because we are young. But youth can't stand profligacy, and maybe one day dreams will disappear with the passage of time. One day, we will grow old. In life, we should not be sentimental. Sadness and happiness are just a form. Years have taken away youth, which is beautiful to others, but it has little practical significance. It's not too late to struggle, because you have a dream in your heart. Even though the years have passed, the fighting spirit in my heart will never die out. It's like kindling. As long as the temperature in my heart does not go out, it will burn more and more brightly.

Let's accept the past, accept ourselves, bring our dreams and quietly start a journey of our own. ...