For those who have never tasted youth, youth is like an immature green apple, and some people will want to stay away from it because of its sour taste. After a period of time, I will feel that it contains an irresistible taste. For young people, youth is like a fragrant latte with a little sour green apple or a little faint fragrance and bitter coffee. Do you think the attitude of youth should face the sun like a sunflower, or should it be like a blank sheet of paper, and the color of youth should be painted by ourselves? How do you think youth can be well interpreted? You can choose from which angle to write it. You can write down your feelings or doubts about youth in the form of argumentative essays. You can also record your youth in narrative form, or the youth of people you are familiar with. If you are talented, you can tell your youth in the form of narrative prose. Youth composition 1: the light of youth is mottled and the fingers are shining. Looking back, those times that have been listed as the past. Those who have experienced ups and downs are now like a glass of cold water. Although it will appear again and again in our life every day, it is just a cup of cold boiled water that can't return to the state before boiling. We are still struggling for our ideals, writing our own history with the history books on our backs and the beauty and faith in our hearts. We believe that we will see the rainbow after the storm, and then we gradually understand that even without the rainbow, we can still indulge in the storm. Flowers bloom and fall, telling one cycle after another, telling the glory and failure. Yes, we cried and laughed. We are as humble as a leaf, but we have no regrets. Although the future is really confused, we can't find the bright direction in the dark, but our hearts can always guide us to the right path and find the future paradise. Everyone knows the pain of turning a cocoon into a butterfly, but we are willing to pay for beauty, because this is our mission, because it carries the ardent hope of our family. If you are careful enough, you will find that everything is painful and happy, even in the sky. Raindrops are his melodious tears, and rainbows are his eternal and warm smiling faces after rain. Don't feel more sad than others, because people always like to hide their pain in the depths of the epidermis and don't like to show it. If you enter his world, you will find that real life is really not as beautiful as you think, even the best friends will have friction, so how can the road we are going to take not be rugged? Live in the moment. I believe that in the sunshine of youth, we will shine brilliantly with a high-spirited attitude. Youth Composition 2: Youth is a blank sheet of paper. I like to watch the rain falling on the buttonwood quietly outside the window, because it is an interpretation of youth. Youth is like a drizzle, and I am like a plane leaf washed by rain. After a drizzle, the green buttonwood leaves will surely become more lush and dazzling. The rain is flying outside the window, and the breeze in the ear is shallow, like telling and singing. At this time, my hand picked up the old photo, which was a photo about youth and, of course, about my grandmother. The young girl in the photo wearing a cheongsam with her hair held high is my grandmother. Now, you have left me for two years. How are you these two years? As a Chinese teacher, you especially like Song Like's ci. Every time I hear you say, "Who cares about idle time? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. " I always see your eyes shining, and the white hair on your ears seems to be dyed black in your emotional chanting. On the three-foot platform, you explain the lyrics to the students, full of affection and youthful vitality. You told me that because of this persistent love for Song Ci, your youth can continue. Perhaps it was a night in Starlight Glimmer, when a meteor crossed the sky; Perhaps it is dew on the grass in the early morning when the wind is light and the frost is light; Maybe it's a lonely goose flying over the hillside in the rosy sunset: you can always find beauty in nature. You didn't want to install air conditioning, so you planted flowers and plants in the yard and said that this is life. At first, I didn't understand you, but I understood your interest when I sat alone in a depressed yard watching bees flying and butterflies dancing. The closer you get to nature, the more you can get peace of mind. In today's society where desire breeds and material desires cross-flow, grandma, you are my role model. Before you die, look at the buttonwood tree outside the window. Following your eyes, there is a yellow leaf falling from the branch, slowly swirling down, like an elf playing in the wind. You said, "I will go back to my roots." From your words, I can't smell any sadness, only "liberation" and "release" are circulating. My clenched hand suddenly lost its strength. I look at you, and you look calm without any pain. Put your hand gently into bed, I know, you will watch me grow in another world. One day I will meet you, as usual, run to you and spoil you. Grandma, now I'm about to turn a new page in my life calendar. When I am old, I may not remember your face clearly, and my memory will blow into the willow branches with the spring breeze and melt in the dusk. At that time, I just wanted to have a drink with my grandmother, enjoy a bunch of flowers and chat. I am very young, but I will face life and the true meaning of life with love and a simple heart like you, and write it off. Outside the window, the sunlight condenses on the rain beads of the leaves, reflecting colorful light. Youth Composition 3: Youth, an oil-paper umbrella In this long journey of life, youth is like an oil-paper umbrella, which helps us to shelter from the wind and rain during that journey of life. Walking slowly with an oil-paper umbrella of youth, the green radish hanging in the corner brushed my skirt with a little water vapor. A breeze gently brushed the place where the green radish brushed. Raindrops wet the green radish, but not my promise, my old dream. Standing on the road of youth, we may be confused and helpless. Youth is beautiful, too beautiful to make people feel slim. I thought that after experiencing the rush of life and tasting all kinds of fireworks in the world, I could bear the vicissitudes of life without complaint, but the years are clear and stable, while the youth is still endless and unscathed. Once, youth was so beautiful, like a ray of bright sunshine, shining warmly on my chest; Once, youth was so beautiful, like a faint breeze, sweeping away the desolation and sadness of the world. Jiangnan, with soft mountains and warm water, has youthful faces that we will never forget, and those youthful faces may be ourselves; Maybe it belongs to someone else. I feel blue in the misty rain. Youth has gone so smartly. In my memory, in my waiting, after the joys and sorrows, I was left with a beautiful back. Unable to withstand the endless pastimes of youth, I learned to be rebellious and forbearing, and gradually understood what is called "pretentious" and what is called "happy-go-lucky". Youth makes me feel inexplicably disappointed. I thought all the encounters were reunions after a long separation, but in fact, I had to say goodbye to last summer. Time is too thin, and I am too young to think back for a while. The world of mortals trapped my fleeting time, and I felt extremely lost. It was wordless pain and heartfelt melancholy. Youth is so beautiful, mountains and water can be paired together, the day and the month can be irrelevant, and the city that once promised the end of time is getting thinner and thinner in the drizzle. Life is short, youth is too hasty, and a firm heart will not let me give up halfway. I got up to go wandering, but at the moment, my memory lacks some lasting appeal that years should have. I am slowly moving towards maturity and vicissitudes. Complex and busy city life, let us learn to carnival, after the carnival, anxiety is swept away, but depression is also accompanied by loneliness; How many people's embarrassing words are blocked by absurd souls, and even arrogant souls can't find a reason to fly away. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting, and only at this moment can things be so calm. Once, I pretended to be happy, and my eyes showed superficial happiness. Others thought it was happiness, and gradually, I even felt like I was really happy. Youth, with unknown bitterness, makes me afraid to approach, but reluctant to leave. For an instant, I felt extremely disappointed. It was the dependence on the wind, but it broke my heart. Youth is too changeable, and my eyes are full of tears, not because of sadness, nor because of ruthlessness, but because of the unspeakable pain and heartfelt melancholy that youth has brought me, and even more because of my inner reluctance. I felt the unhappiness of my youth, which allowed me to live in that year, but unknown so suddenly lost consciousness. In a trance, I saw my melancholy back, deep in my soul. Life is erratic, and slowly I learned to adapt to it. Youth composition 4: Looking for, the track of youth will soon follow the footsteps of time, but I don't want youth to disappear in my life at such a fast speed, so I began to explore the track of youth. Only by finding the track of youth passing away can I find a way to keep or seize it, which is what I have been thinking until now. I searched in the room, but there was no trace of youth passing. So I opened the window, and when I found the trace of youth outside the window, I found that it was all in vain, because I couldn't keep my youth. If you are willing to let me hold your hand, I will show you that the sky is so far away and I am so real. When my eyes can still see you, all the years will come, let us discover the truth of everything the world has given us. In fact, we are all waiting, waiting for life to grow old. Fate only tells us to open the window, the outside is empty, there is no commitment and forever. However, the track of youth disappeared at the moment the window opened. You stood at my window and watched my tears burn on my cold face and cheeks. You know, my soul is too soft. At this moment, in front of your eyes, my hard body has been peeled off layer by layer, and the pain is more severe than any study. Do you care? Or, can you not care? So, turn around, don't miss my sadness, and just walk out of my sight. Make up your mind to get out of my life. I, trembling, understand that you have never belonged to me for many years. I have been thinking, are you my friend? I can't define your place in my heart, but can you? High school years are simple and calm. Your warm smile makes me feel completely confused in an instant. When you look out of the window, you are waiting to be with my peers, which will make me involuntarily moved. You always smile faintly, your face is as transparent and pure as the morning light, rippling, but my heart will melt gently. So I kept shuttling between you and the star, so that you could spend enough time with the star, because the lonely soul was hurt, because you said, just, the star never fell in love with you, maybe, all he had was gratitude, but I indulged in the story that you and he were not stories. I have changed, no longer calm, no longer rational, no longer crazy, no longer creative, and began to chase the illusory bubble. Standing outside the window in the middle of the night, you are nearby, very quiet. I looked up at you and told you that it was cold. You open your coat, put my cold hand in it, and then put my face and body in your warm arms. My eyes twinkled in the dark and drew a beautiful arc. It stung your eyes. I am sensitive and fragile in my increasingly ambiguous relationship with you. I anesthetize myself with pain and don't want to indulge in your gentleness. In the window of adolescence, our fingertips slipped and never came back. I see in the distance that love is no longer important. The only good mood, on the other side of the sky, that rainbow is the trajectory of youth, and all yesterday belongs to it. Youth Composition 5: Free and easy, the main theme of youth I don't believe in the so-called fate, a distrust rooted in my bones, which is just the opposite of sunflower coming into this world with a touch of sunshine. I have had a lot of feelings about life, maybe this is just a sign of post-youth. I don't want to be reduced to a post-adolescent situation. After all, who doesn't want to be young forever? Only by letting your heart have a clear spring can you keep your inner thoughts fresh. I like a free and easy life, because this is the attitude that youth should have. I thought about the meaning of youth, I thought about the true meaning of youth; This youth is only ten years, even this life is only a few decades. What is the hurdle that you have been unable to get through? What will you hold on to? You are an invisible and powerful rope that binds yourself and your youth. Why? What can't pass? No, it's just that your heart can't let go, so it's heavy! What is youth? Youth is wrong when it is wrong, and it is lost when it is lost. Nevertheless, we will fight with high morale and full passion. Youth is to go your own way. As long as you feel right, you will go on bravely. No matter what other people think, you will not weave an invisible but stressful net in your imagined world. It doesn't matter, so what if you lose! Youth always believes that "I am me, a different color fireworks, the sky is vast, I want to be the strongest bubble;" I am who I am, let the rose blossom a flower and bloom naked in the lonely desert. "This is youth, this is me! Why worry? Is it because you don't understand the problem? Is it because of unpleasant life trivia? Is it because the mind is dark and boring for a while? What a lovely and stingy person! In my narrow world, I also made a thick cocoon, giving myself a gorgeous reason for inner darkness! Oh, what a tiny human being! Don't you see? You are still alive today, and you can breathe fresh air freely; The sky, flowers, insects and birds are still there, and sometimes the sunshine and rain are with you, so that a clean new world can be around you. The people you love, your relatives are still alive and happy; Now we live in peacetime, without the pain of war, we can eat whatever we want at any time; We can eat and wait every day. Can't these make you feel happy and happy? People! Don't worry about a small matter, even a big one. Is there anything you can't get through? The wind blows through the wheat fields, and those bitter or sweet, like a children's song, become the mark of life ... The leaves and the tears scattered by the trees have fallen, so why bend down to pick them up? Instead of carrying bitter memories, it is better to go to tomorrow and bathe in the spring rain. Life! Youth! The setbacks in this book will become warm memories in the future, and there will be no more pain. At that time, I have grown up, I have matured, smiling at the wind and rain, and the rainbow is on my face. I am a soul who doesn't believe in fate and fantasizes about hope. Even in the abyss of disappointment, I still live in hope. Youth composition 6: Dream of growing up in rainy season. The older generation always lamented that we were so lucky to live in a safe and happy era and live a carefree life. At first, I didn't understand the concepts of peace, happiness and food and clothing. Later, I learned from political textbooks how happy I am compared with children in countries that are still at war, children who live in poor areas and worry about tuition every day. So I will cherish the beauty brought by youth in the future. Last romance, time is a river and the world of mortals is a stranger. I walked alone on the path of youth, pacing and enjoying the flowers and falls of youth on the roadside. The emerald radish brushed my skirt, and the beautiful Qingyun in the sky was looking at my dream. Life is like a dream, often the past will pass, we wander and flashy, but what is a dream? Maybe you will still ignore it when it calls you in the distance. Facing the future life, life is something we all have to experience, just like the ever-changing weather. Happy or sad or hurt or happy? These are the symphonies of our lives. Facing all this, no matter what. We should also bring our headphones on rainy days or sunny days, not worry about the world, find our dreams and fight for them, and be loyal to ourselves. We will bloom our own eternal flowers in those busy and unwilling years, and we will never hesitate ... Maybe you feel that life is not beautiful, hasty and tired. Yes, we are very busy. We are busy in June. In life, happiness is a day and unhappiness is also a day. No matter whether it is windy or rainy outside, as long as we have our own little sun inside, we are not afraid of anything. An optimistic heart is like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, small but so dazzling. We are fortunate to be the longest-lived creatures in adolescence. Maybe everyone has his own opinion. I think: No matter what happens, we should simply smile, so that intractable demons will not disturb our lives. To put it another way, the attitude we face determines everything. Find pleasure in difficulties, strength in difficulties, optimism in life, and islands in the ocean. Just like looking for sunshine in the rainy season, it is so dazzling that it lights up the flowers in our hearts. Youth Composition 7: The song in my heart is that the night in summer is not as quiet as the night in other seasons, but it always looks so unique. In the evening, the frogs chirping by the pond rang in my ear, which made people think: "There is a bumper harvest in the fragrant rice, and listen to the frogs. "Beautiful scenes, and often it is this humble scene that triggered the feelings in our hearts. After a busy day's study and life, I always rush into the bathroom to release myself, take a shower and chat with my roommates before going to bed to relieve the fatigue and stress at the end of the day. Today, as usual, after taking a shower, hanging clothes, turning on the desk lamp, I started to burn the midnight oil and finish the unfinished task today. As usual, I picked up a pen to write and calculate on paper, and in a short time, a test paper was ready. When I picked up the answer to correct the test paper, I was very upset and uneasy. Compared with the past, my self-esteem has obviously been greatly hit and I feel very frustrated. From time to time, there was a burst of croaking outside the window, which made me more annoyed. I covered my ears and cursed. I am extremely tired of croaking. At this moment, I accidentally knocked over the lamp on the table. I bent down to pick up the desk lamp on the ground and suddenly understood something. My little desk lamp has been with me for so long, and he always makes me understand something from it. When I was upset, its faint light gave me warmth. When I made a little progress, its bright lights gave me encouragement, strengthened my belief and paved the way for greater progress next time. I stared at the lamp in my hand for a long time. " Why can't you calm down and do the test paper? Isn't this more efficient? "I secretly ask myself in my mind. Finally there is a positive voice from the bottom of my heart. "Yes, you should calm down and improve the efficiency of the problem. "Although the night is not quiet, as long as you are calm as water, I think nothing will disturb you. It is your company day and night that calms me down. Although you can't speak or express anything, I feel warm from your company. Your quiet company is a great encouragement to me and a sedative when I am upset. You are a song in my heart forever. You have forged a strong will with notes, and you have witnessed my progress with melody. My little desk lamp! You are the song in my heart. Youth Composition 8: summer summer fever of youth. As soon as the sun came out, the image on the ground caught fire, turning the old loach in the field into white. Willow leaves rolled, a south wind blew, and a heat wave rolled up from the ground, which made people feel suffocated. I lie prone on my desk to solve math problems, like a pool of mud. Beads of sweat oozed fine hair and slowly flowed down my cheeks. Cicada chirps in my ear, and the hot air blows to me, which makes me impatient. " The door was suddenly pushed open and a hoarse voice came: "I'm going out to buy something." I think you are sexy. I'll bring you a popsicle! " "It was grandpa. I looked up, impatiently tugged at the corners of my mouth, and vaguely uttered a "ouch". Then quickly look down at the topic. So grandpa closed the door carefully. When I went to open the window, I caught a glimpse of a short figure, and the hot sun bent into his bow-like back. Yes, that's grandpa. Gradually, this figure disappeared into my eyes. After a long time, my door was pushed open again. Grandpa gasped and said, "The popsicles over there are sold out. I only bought you a bottle of milk." "ah? ! But I prefer to eat popsicles. Forget it, just drink some milk. " I looked down and looked depressed. Grandpa just kept silent for a while, and then closed the door gently. I looked up and suddenly caught a glimpse of the little figure outside the window. I mumbled, "What's Grandpa doing out again? Isn't it just to help me buy popsicles? " I was also upset at that time. The weather is so hot and the road is far away ... "My excitement was soon replaced by worry. I waited with this feeling until grandpa came back. Seeing the small shadow, he flew downstairs and helped him open the door. Seeing the popsicle in the basket, my heart can't help melting like this popsicle. Then grandpa picked up the popsicle, tore open its package, put it in his pocket and handed it to me. The popsicle sticks to the palm of your hand, pure and refreshing. When I look at it, it seems to contain a lot of unspeakable courage. But I didn't eat. I handed the popsicle to grandpa and said slowly, "Grandpa, this is for you. I just drank milk, so I can't eat any more. Please eat quickly, or it will melt. "Grandpa scolded:" I finally bought it for you, so you don't eat it. I really don't know what to say about you. " I smiled and said, "Eat, eat! "Want to melt?" ..... At this time, the sun shines on grandpa's wrinkled face through the glass window, which is particularly beautiful. It seems that the hot sunshine can fill grandpa's wrinkles. My heart is like lead, not getting heavier, but getting full. At that moment, I discovered that family ties in the world are so easy to be deceived and satisfied! Youth Composition 9: Youth is the most beautiful eternity in my heart. There will always be a time. The passage of time is still the most eternal beauty in my heart. The setting sun shone faintly on the picture scroll. The coffee in the white porcelain cup rotates gently under my stirring, and finally there is only a little foam left in the center: the hot air is curling and the mellow taste is deeply intoxicating. The sunshine in the afternoon is still bright. Although it is already in the deep winter, the golden light still has a warm feeling ... Reach out and put your fingertips into the sunshine, feeling the cold trace of melting fingertips. The French window in early winter has already been covered with a thick carpet, holding a book, leaning against the window, savoring the spirit of reading, feeling the ink fragrance and language charm in the book, and being infinitely satisfied. The youth I admire is the taste of reading in the sunset. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer. The leaves have scattered, and the white light whistling in the wind outside the window gives off warm and soft light, which makes my small room extremely warm ... I write in front of the computer and sit quietly doing my math homework. I suddenly lost my train of thought on a geometry problem. I am very excited. Then I calmed down, analyzed the topic persistently, and painted again and again. The wind outside became quiet because of my fatigue ... The youth I admire is my persistence in thinking in the cold winter night. There are a few lonely stars in the night, and the smell of food wafts from the kitchen. My parents are busy in the kitchen. I watched this scene quietly, and my heart was infinitely warm ... After dinner, the family sat on the sofa watching TV, and I was lying on my mother's lap. "Get up and sit down. I'll do the dishes." Mother pushed my head and said helplessly. I took my mother's hand and spoiled: "I don't want it, don't want it!" " "The youth I admire is the family that can be spoiled and derailed. The ringing of the bell upset the whole teaching building, and the students suddenly became active. I was the only one who regretted it alone in my seat. Alas, I was late and missed a whole English class. what can I do? My friend seemed to see my regret and handed me an English book and said, "Please fill in your notes first, and ask me if you don't understand!" " I looked up with a smile. The youth I admire, the eternal friendship of the messenger. Youth, with the passage of time, is also an indelible time in my life.