Little thing of youth, the first composition 1 The sun sets on the branches and jumps between the staggered branches. Blink of an eye was covered with dense green leaves. The sunlight is blocked. Spring is full of vitality.
The greenery in the hospital is also quietly flooding. Spring urges bonsai to germinate constantly, and palm branches are also vying for height. Under the eaves, the old man always sits there with his eyes slightly narrowed. The sun always shines on his upper body like this, and the spring sunshine is not dazzling. The old man sat for five hours, until the sun faded from his whole body, and he stood up slightly and went back to the house.
The old man has been sitting there, as if remembering, but as if living a comfortable life.
The old man's wife died last year, so she sat in the sun, facing the sun every day, facing the slightly golden sun. The whole person seems to be full of vitality, but he can't hide the fact that he is aging. She has been sitting like this. People around you didn't find any difference. In addition, her mouth slightly rose, revealing a kind smile. Until the sun went down, she still didn't move, and the people around her found something strange. However, she has passed away.
I don't know what happened later, but I know that since then, the old man has been basking in the sun, as if thinking of his wife's mood and looking for the footsteps of spring.
One day, I went downstairs and looked at the old man again. I stopped for a long time this time. Perhaps the golden light fascinated me, or the old man's serene face made me not want to disturb, and I didn't make a sound. The old man tilted his head slightly, saw me and smiled at me. I nodded in response, and then he turned and left. The sun seems to have plated him with gold.
The next day, I seemed to want to feel it. I sat on the bamboo chair beside me early. The sun is slightly warm and sprinkled on my face, and I feel a little itchy, as if the sun is jumping on it. I closed my eyes and felt closer, and the whole person was a little relaxed. I suddenly opened my eyes, and the old man was beside me. I quickly stood up, and the old man signaled that it was okay and let me continue to sit. After a long time, the old man suddenly said to me, "In fact, it is a very happy thing to bask in the sun and breathe out fatigue." I nodded slightly. I really wanted to understand it at that time, but I didn't seem to understand it either.
Later, the old man moved and grew up in a bigger home with the company of his children. The bigger French window just faces the sun.
I don't think we need too much pressure during this period of youth. Maybe sometimes we will be stressed and tired, so take a deep breath in the sun, exhale all your fatigue and welcome a better tomorrow. This is the best message the old man gave me.
Little thing of youth, composition 2 On the first day, the empty sky gradually turned some red gold into dim colors, and the notes as light as elves danced in front of the glass window, and the youth at the fingertips sprinkled on the earth like sunshine. ......
In fact, youth is only a small matter, as small as the sound of flowers. Although it is small, it is in full bloom with the brightest brilliance in its life.
There is Pak Lei in the dream of youth, just like a girl's white cotton skirt and a boy's white shirt, roaring the glory of youth. We are intoxicated by the majestic momentum of the rising sun and lonely in the infinite sadness of the setting sun; We are obsessed with the poetry of small bridges and flowing water, and admire the modernity of high-rise buildings. The heart was carefully washed by the spring rain, and the pear flower was spotless and crystal clear. Simply accompanied by the sound of flowers, writing on the red notes of youth is perfect.
There must be the beauty of peach blossoms in the color of youth. A boy as tall as a tree and a girl as delicate as a flower appeared with the sunshine, so the scenery became solemn, like an oil painting about Eden, inlaid with dazzling Phnom Penh. "Tao Yao Yao, burning its China. Just like catkins blowing through the heart lake, there is a beautiful throb of spring. Peach blossom after peach blossom is the peach blossom source of powder and jade. Beauty, accompanied by the sound of flowers, renders the book of youth.
There is the gorgeous fragrance of tulips in the picture of youth. Those goblet-shaped flowers are full of youthful honey. Our youth is colorful, with gold, pink, dark blue and silvery white ... almost exhausting all the colors in the world. However, whenever falling flowers brush the supercooled pool, we will feel gloomy; Whenever the wings of dreams are broken, we will burst into tears; Every time we catch a butterfly, we are worried that Sambo will not find Yingtai. Youth, we deeply interpret zhanghua in the flower season. Gorgeous, accompanied by the sound of flowers, splashing ink on the rice paper of youth.
Youth is the flower season, yes, one flower after another blooms in this charming spring. When I look back, spring blossoms are everywhere behind me.
The flower of youth shows the publicity of life in the scorching sun and straightens the weak backbone in the rainstorm. The sound of flowers, the pure white of pear blossoms, the beauty of peach blossoms, the fragrance of tulips, and perhaps the sadness of forgetting myself, the loneliness of a ray of epiphyllum, and the delicate and charming of a rose ..... Although the stars are scattered all over the place, they are playing in the most brilliant brilliance of life.
Youth is just a small matter, as small as the sound of flowers.
The little thing of youth, the first day of composition 3 youth, youth, is duty-bound to cover all comfortable green things in the world; In spring, a thousand words have become that word, which represents the origin of all life and is full of vitality. In this way, it's hard for youth not to feel like scenery, but to sing, ok?
Otherwise, otherwise.
Youth is precious to everyone. Like a "bird", it won't come, not only the scenery, but also gentle poems, philosophical essays and wonderful operas. But not necessarily happy!
Who said that youth must be happy! Young Werther has troubles, why can't I!
Time River immediately flew back to a beautiful winter vacation in AD 20xx, but the sun was swaying slightly. A tomboy held his head high and shouted at a middle-aged woman with a aloof look: "Science is a cinch!" " ! Without an extra-curricular teacher, it is still the best! "Middle-aged women sneer at a way," you want to be simple! "When I was shocked by the tomboy, I also secretly prayed that bad things would not happen. After the middle-aged woman left, the tomboy collapsed on the sofa and looked out of the window. The wind can't wait to blow the victory March and dance with the leaves. Sunshine also attended this meaningful party.
Arrogance is not a teenager! No, I haven't been arrogant for years. Forget it, according to our idea, boys are either happy or crying.
Hey! Youth is a broken thing!
This tomboy underestimates his enemies. He usually finishes his science homework hastily. He gradually felt overwhelmed and watched the rankings fall into the abyss. Dad's stock market crash is also like this, he thought. He is depressed, and he is even more depressed in the face of the ridicule of middle-aged women. The middle-aged man sighed, "How did this boy give up so easily?"
On a dark night, the tomboy who stepped into the house suddenly saw a rare delicacy on the table, understood what it was, looked forward to this kind middle-aged woman and man with gratitude, and began to silently say to himself, "People who are not afraid of failure are better than those who don't fail!"
People who are not afraid of failure are better than those who don't fail!
People who are not afraid of failure are better than those who don't fail!
not be afraid ...
However, the tomboy's exam is heartbreaking again. Achievement is laughing at him, and success is tempting him. Will he choose to continue fighting or give up? But he only knows that he can learn well without an extra-curricular teacher!
What are you afraid of with this?
Of course, there is also the affection between middle-aged women and middle-aged men.
The light river of time has become normal time, and you are still sitting opposite me. I'll tell you.
Although I can't see his success now, I can vaguely dream of the flashing sparks in the future.
Youth, youth, how to sing?
I think I am very happy, and this little trouble is nothing.
When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up quickly. Now, I have entered junior high school, and the unruly youth has followed.
Not long ago, I kicked the sole of my black plaid canvas shoes. When waiting in line in the canteen, the underground sewage slowly overflowed into the shoes, which was disgusting. When I got home on Saturday, I couldn't wait to buy a new pair of shoes. My mother agreed, but she didn't forget to nag me a few words: "How old a girl can break the sole ..." I was ashamed. When I was a mother, every word hit my heart like a sharp arrow, which stung me deeply, so I went into my room to study, in order to prove myself.
The next day, my mother asked my grandmother to take me to buy shoes. I'll try to put on my broken shoes. However, "it rains all night", and it is raining in Mao Mao. The rain accumulated more and more, and I accidentally stepped into a puddle. "Ah, my shoes are all wet." I exclaimed. Grandma didn't comfort me when she saw this, but casually said, "It's all wet. Go buy shoes and walk!" " "Her words suddenly angered me for a long time.
I glared at my grandmother, ran back without me in a rage, pressed the elevator and went straight home. I took off my shoes angrily and banged on the door as if to burst it open. My mother opened the door in a hurry, only to find that I looked angry. I glanced at my mother beside me, walked quickly into the room and slammed the door. I grabbed my exercise book and began to write. Maybe doing homework is my way to vent my unhappiness. I didn't care about my grandmother who was abandoned by me and looked surprised and helpless, and I didn't care about my mother's incomprehension and worry.
But my heart is in a mess, and I can't write the answer at all. It's a mess. I can't calm down, as if in a room full of rain, the sound of rain is very clear, and some evaporated rain has turned into clouds, making people unable to breathe.
At this time, grandma came back and her clothes were wet. She looked flustered: "Don't be angry, grandma will call a tricycle to stop downstairs, okay?" I just didn't have to be angry, so I pushed her away and started doing my homework myself. After learning the reason, my mother smiled and said to me, "Well, well, grandma said so." Hurry and buy shoes with her! "My mother took my hand, and I stubbornly reached back:" No, don't! "Mother smiled helplessly.
I closed the door and pushed mom and grandma out. Grandma is still chanting: "Oh, I asked you to go, why didn't you go ... why didn't you?" Hey! "
I suddenly felt that I was too bad-tempered and headstrong just now. But I was really angry just now! I sigh.
Alas, little thing of youth.
Youth is the most extravagant flower in life. It is wantonly like a blank sheet of paper, which you can daub at will; Sometimes it's stingy, just this one. I looked at it and wanted to write. ...
"What middle school are you going to take?" Mother sat on the sofa and stared at the division of jurisdiction in the newspaper. "Whatever." I fiddled with the computer and answered casually. "You don't have any idea? Still want to go to No.3 Middle School? " Mom is a little annoyed. The third middle school is really an unsatisfactory place in the eyes of others. I still just shook my head indifferently. This quiet summer vacation, I have been very lazy and don't want to run around. Looking at the bright sun outside the window, I blinked lazily. "Mom, I'm going to study!" "
There are always unexpected events in the sky, and my face changes instantly when the sun is shining. I am walking on the road. Instead of decreasing, the rain has increased. In desperation, I had to rush into my grandmother's house nearby.
Grandma is 90 years old. I have dazzling white hair, poor health and soft voice. I don't particularly like her. I knocked on the yellow wall, and it was a long time before she slowly turned around. Her eyes are dim, but now they are still flashing. "Hey, there you are." It's always like this. I forgot my name, but I still screamed "Dear" and "Dear".
It is still raining. Grandma rubs her waist from time to time, suddenly remembering that she always complains about my backache on rainy days. When she was a child, she always said a few words on rainy days. Up to now, the time to visit her has been decreasing for several years. Suddenly, she murmured, "Dear, people should live well and have ambitions, just like that old man …" I was speechless for a moment, and I didn't know what she wanted to express. They were silent until I left, and they remained silent.
When I got home, I had a fight with my mother to get into middle school. Just a few days later, my mother suddenly told me that grandma had passed away. I shivered a few times with a nasal sound. I didn't understand what I was thinking. Can only be mixed in a small house. The adults said that they would keep the dead for seven days before entering the coffin. In order not to fall asleep, I eat around the round table.
It was raining that day, too The heavy rain twisted together and cut a hole in the sky until it reached my heart. The living are happy, and the dead are abandoned. Looking at this situation in the room, I have a sad impulse. The rain is noisy, but it seems to be talking about something:
Good boy, there you are.
Honey, it's raining. ...
Be a good boy, grandma has a backache.
Dear, people should live well and have ambitions. ...
It is the lowest-key life, but it is also the most luxurious life. Live once and be young once. Be responsible for yourself, or no one will be responsible for you. This time, I suddenly understood. "mom! Go to a good middle school and fight hard! " I put away my carelessness and smiled firmly.
If youth is a blank sheet of paper, we must make constant efforts to paint beautiful pictures. Because someone told me that summer: pencils can't draw rainbows.
Youth is a trivial matter. I don't know when I saw my hair hanging down to my waist. When I saw the pants that seemed to shrink, when I saw the peach blossoms outside the window, I failed. When I fell my fingertips on the table and described you. I know I never give up missing.
Remember that year, that day, you said, "Yes!"
We met in the continuous rainy season, and in the Woods, you came into my eyes unkempt. Your carelessness and my deliberate indulgence made you break into my world as a winner. On that day, the rapid rain made me unable to see your expression clearly. Your eyes crossed me, looking for something with anxiety and distress. ...
Later, you said you were looking for your Tibetan knife. You said it was a memory of your 12 years old, and it was given by a girl who was not as sunny as the sun.
Tibetan Dao disappeared in the rainstorm. If it is hard for you to find it, you will inadvertently see my figure, and then you say that you want to step on the white clouds and let all the haze precipitate in the gloomy ocean.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, we can't see the top of the mountain, and the lush trees cover our sight. You said, "Don't be afraid, remember to stick to it."
This seems to remind me and talk to myself.
Sunlight is golden, as dazzling as gold plating. It's itchy to be cut into thousands of pieces by leaves and shine on your face. The wind brushed his face playfully and ran away again. At this point, we have climbed halfway up the mountain, and I am out of breath. Beads of sweat were banished to the dermis and fell in frustration. Stagnant in the corners of the mouth. Astringent.
I gradually slowed down and wanted to give up. You seem to have read my mind, "Remember to stick to it!" You whisper. With a pleasant luster. Light words are like piano sonatas, which are intoxicating and warm in life.
"Yes!" I can't help nodding. You took my hand and began to climb higher. ...
"ah ... ah ...! "You shout at the foot of the mountain, as if to throw out all your troubles and grievances. "ah ... ah ...! "You scream hysterically in the sky again and again. I looked at you stupefied, trying to figure out your mood. You suddenly turned around, and I don't know when some crystal tears accumulated in your eyes. Looking into your deep eyes, there are some things I can't understand.
"We will always be friends, right?" You're a little upset.
"Of course!" I said with a smile. "In the sky of sixteen, you are a proud white cloud. In the short youth, it is enough to have you! " I thought to myself.
"ah! We will always be friends! " You shouted, but I couldn't see your tears, slipping quietly.
I don't understand, I don't understand your anxiety; I don't understand, I don't understand the weight of this sentence until one day, I lost your trace in my world. ...
One year, one day, I received a letter with a Tibetan knife, which read: Remember.
I sighed slightly, as if I had expected it, but it seemed unacceptable. I shed some tears and wiped them off.
I packed the footprints left by my youth with your breath, put them in glass bottles and threw them into my heart, causing ripples. I know, I'm starting to miss it. ...
When it comes to youth, people always use various commendatory terms to describe it. Positive, sunny, beautiful and brilliant ... but everything is two-sided. The little thing of youth is not entirely beautiful.
About youth, my first thought is acne. The zit on my forehead was completely insulated from me before the sixth grade of primary school. At that time, I even secretly laughed at those students who developed early and began to grow acne. Indeed, happiness brings sorrow. I don't know when a stubborn zit has proudly occupied a square inch of my forehead. I looked anxiously at the zit in the mirror, anxious as ants on hot bricks-running around. The only thing I can do is pray that this hateful acne will disappear soon. However, contrary to expectations, this acne has not disappeared, but has intensified, even calling friends and relatives to the house. Now they are busy, but they make me miserable.
Unconsciously, the sixth grade is over.
In junior high school, the situation did not stop there, but became more and more brave. The original scattered bits and pieces have also become the choppy "Red Sea". Looking at other people's smiling eyes, of course, is not a taste in my heart. Even my parents love to joke about this acne, and every time, my mood is even worse.
So, I began to think about whether I need to cut my bangs. On the one hand, this kind of bangs can change the unchanging image since birth, on the other hand, it can also cover up this endless acne. Kill two birds with one stone, why not? I finally made up my mind to go to the barber shop and get a bangs cut.
However, this bangs is good in winter and can also play a role in heat preservation. In the hot summer, the shortcomings of this kind of bangs are immediately obvious. I have a sweaty constitution, and my bangs will be all wet soon, so don't mention how annoying it is. So I fell into a more depressed situation.
Youth makes people happy and worried. Contradictory. How should I treat you?
The little thing of youth is the first grade composition 8. This year is 20 1 1 year. I am fifteen years old, which is also considered adolescence.
Youth, we don't want to be kites in the hands of our parents, but want to fly freely in our own sky and be an eagle with wings.
Youth, we don't like to listen to mother's nagging, but like to stride forward in our own direction and return to our true self with great strides.
Mom said: When you grow up, you will have your own ideas. Step into the tenth five-year plan and show your youth.
In my opinion, our youth should not be a flower, but a tree, a strong tree with fifteen rings. If it is a flower, it will bloom for a year or two, but it will eventually wither. Unlike a tree, with the passage of time, time will only make it stronger and enrich its life experience.
The flowers in the greenhouse are beautiful, but they can't stand the test of wind and rain. Stepping into youth, we should step out of the greenhouse cared by our parents, face the storm bravely, establish a strong heart and live a wonderful youth.
The beautiful flower season can only be beautiful for a while, and it can't stand the torrent of time. Our youth should be a tree, a tall and brave tree. Let's be a tall and straight person in youth and find our own heart in a small youth.
In the past, we were like a kite, flying in the blue sky under the care of our parents. Now, in this little youth, we spread our wings and fly to a higher and bluer sky, flying out of our own sky with our own sweat and efforts and the strength of youth.
Youth, though small, is as precious as life in a person's life, and it is only once, so we should seize the only time and be a person who will not regret it.
Seize the little thing of youth, in this unique youth, go out of the greenhouse, be a tree, be a strong tree, and find a higher and bluer sky that belongs to you.
The little thing of youth, the first day of composition 9, flies like water, accompanying me into the delicate youth. Years are like songs, urging me to quickly enter the beautiful flowering period of poetry and painting. Two years ago, when the first pair of bright eyes in autumn invited me to wake up, I reluctantly took off my childhood and entered junior high school. At the same time, a series of troubles are lingering.
In junior high school, I met a group of energetic classmates, and I made up my mind to study hard and make progress with them. Three years later, I can see the flowers on the other side blooming together. However, when getting along with classmates, the troubles of youth are sudden. Because I can't let go of the starry sky of my childhood, I always do something that others think is naive and I enjoy in my own eyes.
Once in physical education class, I said to Xiaodong, "Let's play by scratching our tails", but I got a casual reply: "It's so boring, only you can play with such boring things." I'm depressed. This game is very interesting and very popular in primary schools. How can it be boring
In my youth, I also found that my elders' love for me gradually became indifferent, and I was no longer spoiled by the class like my childhood. I was completely treated as a little adult, and my love seemed to be omitted, leaving more love to my brothers and sisters. I regret that I didn't cherish and keep such warm love when I was a child, and let it disappear silently.
I began to hate youth. This sad period not only exerted great academic pressure on me, but also took away the love around me. I also heard that youth is a poetic picture, a beautiful flower, and an empty poem!
And once watching a movie made me change this view. An uncle of my father's company took me to see Avatar. One of them is a picture of peach blossoms in full bloom, butterflies emerging from cocoons and dancing leisurely. I was intoxicated by this charming environment. Having said that, Uncle said, "Look, how beautiful it is. In fact, the youth of life is also the same. When I was a child, although the child met a budding shop phone and a slightly green caterpillar, it was not very beautiful, very ugly. In youth, it will become a gorgeous flower and proudly fly out of the cocoon as a butterfly. Butterflies are attached to flowers, and the picture of butterfly love flowers will render the beauty of spring at the end of spring. Teenagers who end adolescence will also reap a beautiful and embarrassing love. "
Although I can't really understand what a beautiful love is. But I understand that early youth is like a butterfly breaking its cocoon and a bud blooming. Although the cocoon hurts, the bud will be hurt by the wind when it first opens. But the sun will make the thin and gorgeous wings brighter and brighter, and finally fly to flowers. Buds will also open flowers, and Zhang will release her beautiful colors and dance in the spring breeze. There will be many setbacks and troubles at the beginning of adolescence. But as time goes on, we gradually mature and live a quiet life, and that little setback is nothing. In the end, there will be a lot of gains, showing the beauty and strength of youth. As long as you don't treat cocoon breaking as pain and face adolescence happily and sunshine, youth will always be a trivial matter.
Youth is a trivial matter, the first composition 10 "Look at your son, do you want me to say anything?" The lung capacity is smaller than that of ants, and the long jump also fails. Even girls are not as good as losing the face of our boys! "
Students have been saying that the range of their hands is bigger than one, and they are pointing at me with their heads down.
I swallowed and my Adam's apple wriggled up and down. I don't know how to answer them. I can't think of anything to defend myself at this time.
"Whatever you say!" I finally spoke, angry and ashamed. Don't look back, leave your classmates and leave angrily.
I have given up hope for sports since primary school. I am just dust, just like a trivial dust wandering around me.
After primary school, we have to face it again, because there is a physical education exam in junior high school, and if we don't do well in the exam, we can't go to high school. Finally, I thought it over and over again, and after being laughed at by my classmates, I set foot on the playground.
Feet as heavy as iron, step by step on the playground.
"Look at him coming! He actually came to the playground! " Followed by a continuous burst of laughter, I was so ashamed that I almost wanted to find a hole to drill through.
But my strong self-esteem made me take a step forward, and the air condensed at that moment. I seem to be on fire, and my courage has come up. I'm running on the playground, and I've never been so happy. The afternoon sun and the summer fire hit my face without any cover, and my face was covered with blood.
I know I'm running, and soon.
I know I'm finished. I finished the marathon of my life.
On the 300-meter runway, I stopped slowly, put my hands on my knees, and my mouth kept panting. I think I'm glad I succeeded when I was young. My classmates stared at me, and they came slowly. Unexpectedly, they reached out and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Very good! You did it! " I looked at them from the corner of my eye, smiling like a relative, and my mouth slightly upturned. I stood up. I feel extremely gratified and happy at the moment.
In the book of life, this chapter of youth is so wonderful?