Stage discussion of youth

In the vast sea of books, we grew up quietly and ushered in a beautiful flower season. Step on the wings of youth and forget the once crazy fairy tales. Youth is like a running river, once it is gone, it is too late to say goodbye; Youth is like a fragile flower, which withers and withers carelessly.

On the stage of youth, we have mixed feelings. How eager we are to say goodbye to our youth and ignorance with reason and maturity, but we don't understand that innocence is slowly losing ... Perhaps years have abandoned innocence and called for youth to hold our hands all the time, so that we can really shine and shine on our own stage, emitting charm and brilliance.

Our young spirit

This is a land full of summer breath. The burning sunshine is like spreading a layer of gold gauze on the ground. Cicada kept making fidgety noises, and the dog jumped around with its tongue out in thirst.

In the open-air sports field, what remains unchanged is the figure full of vigor and vitality. The heroic appearance, vigorous pace, triumphant applause and happy smile are full of the pursuit of youthful vitality. Even if the whole body is wet with sweat, even if the limbs are sore tomorrow, we will still be young and feel happy and happy.

Side by side, rain or shine

Lightning tore through the sky, and thunder echoed with lightning, which seemed to touch our hearts and disturb our mood. I thought I could hide my sadness by closing a window, but the sunshine was locked in my heart. ...

Looking at the rain outside the window, my thoughts brought me back to the past. Once pure and youthful love, once walked hand in hand through the street, once made a promise of vows of eternal love. Time washed away everything, and beauty was only a moment, leaving the last pain ... but it made me recognize right and wrong.

Youth is colorful. The road to youth is surging, why don't we cut through the thorns side by side? I believe that the light of hope is ahead!

My future is not a dream.

On the green land, playing guitar chords, intoxicated by the green melody, dreaming your own dreams.

I think there is no indifference in the world;

I hope pollution will go up in smoke;

I want ...

Dreams will come true, and we need to bravely break through a sky. The starting point of dreams lies in Nu.

Study hard and believe that my future is not a dream.

Youth needs a stage to shine with charm and brilliance. Thanks to youth, we are blocking our dreams. I have no regrets along the way. ...

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That time, I was really good at narration.

In the morning, a breeze, like naughty hands, blows the vines hanging from the roof, occasionally gets into the window and lifts my homework paper. Look at the bold words at the bottom of the homework paper: Happy Tomb-Sweeping Day! Looking at the two piles of homework finished and unfinished, I can't help but smile: "Is this black humor?" "

Although I have a lot of homework, I still have to go to the countryside to worship my ancestors. It is the time when peach blossoms are red and cauliflower is in full bloom. In spring, it's so relaxing to put aside heavy homework and ride a light car (of course, you can also show off your newly bought sports car by the way-I hope my parents don't see my little privacy). In order to publicize this good thing, I asked my parents half a month ago, but because my hometown in the countryside is more than 20 kilometers away, I fell ill again last year, and the doctor advised me to rest more. My parents are worried that I am physically weak and have always disagreed. In order to convince them, I found a hundred reasons and spent thousands of words. In the end, "where there is a will, there is a way." Riding more than 20 kilometers is not as easy and simple as walking in spring, but I have made up my mind to ride this 20-kilometer road, which is not only exercise for me, but also a challenge and a proof.

After seven o'clock, I was already in the traffic, following my father's motorcycle to the countryside.

After several traffic lights, we have reached the Baoshehe Bridge in the southern suburbs. I struggled to ride on this giant arch bridge, and then slipped down by the height difference between the top of the bridge and the ground. The wheat fields on both sides of the road suddenly came into view. Gray buildings, gray streets and gray mood are left behind far away, replaced by a kind of vitality and green. The whole person seems to have enough electricity, so he can't help stepping on the pedal harder.

However, due to poor health and lack of exercise, this comfortable mood soon disappeared. Halfway there, I felt my legs start to get sore. I had to shift the transmission to the lowest gear and then slow down. Passing by a small supermarket, I was very thirsty. Dad suggested buying a bottle of water and having a rest. "Son, put the car here and take your father's car back to your hometown." I looked back and it was the owner. It turned out that my father had told the shopkeeper about the situation when he bought water. Seeing that I didn't answer, the enthusiasm on the owner's face increased by one point: "Nothing, no one steals the car parked here." what can I say? I have planned this "great feat" for a long time. If you give up halfway this time, you won't know when to wait next time. I had to thank the shopkeeper for his kindness and set off again with my back to the shopkeeper's puzzled eyes, although my body was already very tired.

Dad also slowed down in time.

Ride, hold on!

Just when I pedaled my bike mechanically and felt a little slack, I turned to a new road. I've never been on my dad's motorcycle before. Just when I wondered why he chose this road, Dad.

Turn around, smile at me, and nunu mouth to the roadside. Wow, I saw weeping willows on both sides of the road stretching into the distance, and each weeping willow dropped thousands of gold wires. Now is the time when the willow buds break, and every gold thread is dotted with a string of green jadeites. The so-called "poets in the Spring Festival clear scenery, green willows and yellow half uneven", wonderful! My spirit did it one brace up, and my legs suddenly gave birth to some strength.

"There is still a third of the way." Dad lost no time to cheer me up.

Along the way, someone always looked at our father and son with puzzled eyes. "Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through." Anyway, I just want to finish the rest of the journey.

Looking up to the front, a large rape flower is blooming, pink and yellow, waiting for my approach!

At eight o'clock, I wiped the sweat on my face and looked ahead. The familiar scene gradually came to me, and I could vaguely see my grandparents standing on the roadside waiting for us.

I did it! I did it! At this time, my heart is full of happiness, excitement and pride!

It's summer vacation now, but I still remember what happened five months ago. I believe that even after many years, I will remember it, because I have successfully proved myself, and I can confidently say, "I can do it!" " "

That time, I was really great!