Weekends are my leisure time. I picked up a paintbrush and drew aimlessly on colored paper. Perhaps, each color is also a portrayal of different lives (different colors are a portrayal of different lives, and the use of analogy makes the beginning look lively and smart)

green

I think of my paradise and the green of my garden. My paradise is a vegetable field behind my house. The ground is covered with green spinach, rape and leek ... There are mulberry trees and locust trees on the ground, with thick green shade. Every holiday, I will run happily in the vegetable garden path and open space. I will chase and play with the children in the neighborhood. Whenever trouble comes, I go for a walk in the vegetable field and talk with those green vegetables ... At this time, the green everywhere is like handfuls of huge green umbrellas, which cover the hot summer sun and block the cold winter wind ... If you ask me what happiness is, my mood at this time is the best answer.

white

I think of hot soybean milk. Early that morning, my grandmother called me to drink soy milk made by her own hands. My neighbor and I sat in a row, enjoying the faint smell of soybean milk. Looking at the rising and spreading of hot air, I saw grandma's eyes narrowed into a crack and her weather-beaten face. "Is it delicious?" "good to drink! Grandma's soy milk is the best! " "Drink well, drink more, and you will have the spirit to go to school after drinking!" I saw grandma's smiling face again. I seem to understand what happiness is after drinking soybean milk that has been sweet to my heart.

red

I think of my red house. My red house is magnificent enough! Once upon a time, the floor was rattled by me; Once upon a time, I sat on the threshold and recited 300 Tang poems, and frogs and crickets joined in. Once upon a time, there was a cheerful karaoke song in the house ... Looking at the sacred red in my mind, I understood what happiness was.

Look at the colors of my graffiti, as well as blue, yellow and orange. Maybe the future blue sky, golden sun and beautiful flowers are waiting for me ... I appreciate happiness.

Appreciating ordinary happiness is true. The past is, the present is, and the future is ... (The ending is meaningful)

The color of youth

Looking from the window, my eyes are full of color. When the wind blows gently, mixed with the heat of summer and the freshness of flowers, tell me that the color in my eyes is youth, and the color of youth is changing.

Diligence-green, glory is wood, green is grass. Trees, make efforts to make themselves prosperous; Excellent grass, with diligence, make yourself green and swaying; I, on the other hand, branded myself with youthful green.

The ivory tower in my dream is long, like the green in my eyes, shining firmly in the dark. For the dream, I work hard, for the dream, I struggle. In the morning, I was greeted by the first ray of golden light in the morning; At night, there is a bright moon everywhere. At the foot of learning, I take diligence as the road; In the ocean of knowledge, I make a boat with suffering.

Fierce-red, water curled, red, full pulse.

Lotus, swaying, makes itself curly and vivid; Aquatic plants, with floating, make themselves warm and affectionate; I branded myself with youth.

For the shadow, I am active in every corner of the campus. Physical education class, I run and jump. After class, my shadow is a moving point in the sun. I am eager to make friends, I am eager to talk to people, I am eager to express my views, and I am eager to be noticed. Lively, the true color of my youth; Warm, the background color of my youth, red, the highlight of my youth.

Melancholy blue, the independence bridge is full of sleeves, and the people of Linping Crescent are back.

Lonely and independent, the bridge is lonely, the cold wind blows, and it is late at night, and all the pedestrians are gone. I am alone on the bridge with the confusion and helplessness that I can't get rid of and want to return. Although my youth is dazzling, it is also mixed with the blue of depression. Some helplessness in life, occasional incomprehension of elders, and unsatisfactory learning. All these make my sky blue but not cold.

Melancholy blue is the most helpless loneliness in my youth.

The world marks my life day by day, and the gears of the years have worn away my traces. That is youth, which makes my picture scroll colorful and youthful, and makes my dreams transparent and pure; It is youth that makes my mind pious and uplifting.

Youth's dream is a burning torch, youth's vision is a turbulent sea, youth's life is brilliant, youth's emotional world is profound, and youth's dream world is the sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei.

Through the window lattice, I saw the color in my eyes-youth.