The poet said that youth is a gorgeous flower, beautiful and bright; Youth is a beautiful and moving song, the musician said; Youth is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to draw beautiful pictures, the painter said; And I said, youth is a coffee table, which is full of "tragedies" of all sizes.

I have been a child who loves to commit "two" since I was a child. I learned to walk first, and then I learned to climb with my mouth pouted. Call mom and dad, call mom and dad; Never know what onion is and what garlic is; I was stupid enough to be scolded for being smarter than a pig.

At that time, I lived in Zhanjiang, and the best secret of the leap was Sijia Chen.

It was Sunday, the sun was warm and the years were quiet. I had a good time playing chess with Duke Zhou in my dream. Suddenly, my quilt was yanked. Then, there was a lion roar: "lazy pig, get up quickly, the sun is out, you are still sleeping!" " . For a moment, I only felt the dust flapping on the ceiling. Sitting up slowly, yawning, "Your roar of lions has improved a lot ..." Before I finished, she threw a suit and a travel bag at me. "Come on, let's go to No.1 Middle School. If you dare to slow down, I will break your bones and use them as pendants. " A series of classic threats. (

No.1 Middle School, which is the best high school in Zhanjiang. As soon as he got on the bus, Sijia Chen's eyes were like X-rays, looking for handsome guys everywhere. I made fun of "anthomaniac", and then, inevitably, she was beaten. Two hours later, we walked around the street and found the legendary one.

No.1 middle school really deserves its reputation. It's very big and spectacular. We were dumbfounded by that playground alone. The two of us jumped up and down in no.1 middle school like grandma Liu entered the grand view garden. I said, "Even if I can't get into No.1 Middle School in my life, I have been to No.1 Middle School, which is enough." Sijia Chen said: "Even if I can't hook a handsome boy from No.1 Middle School in my life, I have seen a handsome boy from No.1 Middle School, which is enough." This guy dragged me here to see a handsome guy!

The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and we are a little out of breath. Suddenly, a quiet path appeared in front of us. The big trees on both sides are like green umbrellas, and the mottled light and shadow among the leaves meander all the way. We flew past like fish see water, so that we ignored something. We sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool. A man and a boy came down from the opposite building. He looked at us like a Martian for a long time. We looked at each other. Is there anything on our faces? Just then, there was a loud bang, and Chen Jiasi's lion roared even harder than his Jane. "Those two girls, how can they break into the boys' dormitory?" "Boys' dormitory?" We both shouted out at the same time, and before I came to my senses, she had dragged me away. We were almost paralyzed after strolling out of the gate of the boys' dormitory. We looked up and saw the four characters "Boys' Dormitory" shining in the sun. We looked at each other, and then burst out laughing, and the horrible laughter echoed in the campus of No.1 Middle School.

Laughed, cried and grew up; Ignorant and noisy, life is beautiful because of youth.

(2) Who has an essay entitled The Story of Youth?

Youth is wonderful because of setbacks.

Kiss goodbye to fearless childhood, walk with the pace of youth, and find and stumble on the road of life. . . . . .

Balzac said: "Frustration is like a stone. For the weak, it is a stumbling block to hold you back. For the strong, it is a stepping stone to make you stand higher. " Austrian music prodigy Mozart 15 years old. In order to seize the time to compose a piece of music, he worked at his desk for three consecutive nights in the cold winter, his hands were cold and his breath was warm. But later, his music was eliminated and his hopes were dashed in an instant. However, he did not bow down in the face of setbacks, and still worked hard in the music industry as always. In the end, he finally achieved the glory of his life in the admiration and envy of the world, shining in the chapter of history.

We speak highly of the use of electric light, but who can understand how many hardships, failures and setbacks Edison, the inventor of electric light, experienced?

When he invented the electric light, he did experiments again and again. After each experiment failed, he summed up his experience and threw himself into the next experiment again and again until he succeeded.

Mozart and Edison, their youth can be said to be spent in setbacks and failures. But it is precisely because of these lessons of failure that they have a wonderful life.

Everyone has his own youth, which is the most beautiful and wonderful stage in life. After experiencing ups and downs of youth, you will grow into a truly meaningful person. Youth, short-lived, will flow away gently from your hands. Grasping youth means that a full life is waiting for you not far ahead! Youth is like this bunch of flowers! When it is opened, it is gorgeous! But when it withered, it was terrible! So is our youth. In the season of youth, we are full of * * *, but once youth passes away, we lose our vitality, * * *, unrestrained! We should cherish youth and don't let it flow away in vain!

(3) My youth story essay.

The night is quiet, the night is like wearing, and the moonlight is quiet. A song "Colorful Dreams" spread in the breeze: seventeen or eighteen years old is not deep, but the dream of a mature life is colorful. Open the quiet sky, use it as a canvas, paint it with the most beautiful colors, and show youth ... The songs are lively and dynamic, full of * * *.

The light shadow is oblique and ethereal. I sat alone on the porch with a cup of tea and an album in my hand. I remember the bits and pieces of youth stories in the hazy, savoring them carefully and feeling a lot. ...

My youth story is a bit turbulent, and I want to play a rebellious melody for my youth. I am a wayward child in adolescence: I came home after dark and was scolded by my father; Dissatisfied with the teacher's criticism, he was punished after talking back; Tired of studying, I left home for the first time, which made my parents very anxious ... I can't remember how many times I was criticized by the class teacher, and how many times my mother sighed helplessly. Nowadays, with the growth of age, rebellion melts in care and has long since vanished. Think back on your growth and make friends and relatives work hard. Although ashamed, I don't regret it. Because of rebellion, because I long for independence. And I have bravely taken the first step of independence!

The story of my youth was a bit monotonous. The boredom of learning makes our biological clock completely disordered and makes our nerves very nervous. I can't remember how many days and nights, for the sake of the sea, I worked hard, just for the thin admission notice. Such a day is like a cup of boiled water, plain and unremarkable. In my spare time, I always look at the blue sky through the glass window and wonder when I can get rid of the "bitter sea" and be a free bird. ...

The story of my youth is also full of vitality. I want to sing a song for my youth. Chen Duxiu said: "Youth is like early spring, like the sunrise, like the germination of flowers, like the rebirth of a sword. Youth is like a fresh and lively cell to society. " I like to run around and fight between classes; I like to get together with a group of friends, ride bicycles and run races on the road; The vitality of youth lies in "youth, nothing wrong!" "

My youth story is very brave. I want to write a poem for youth. When I was a child, I worshipped Mulan, a heroine who never made men cry. I am still deeply impressed by her deeds of joining the army instead of her father, galloping on the battlefield and serving the country faithfully. So although I am a woman, my bones are full of ambition and ambition. And in that era of "scholar's spirit rebukes Fang Qiu", a surging heart wants to travel around the world. As Li Bai said in his poem, "Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we Artemisia people? "

The taste of my youth story is bitter. I want to pick a green apple and define the emotion of youth. I had a crush on a good friend in high school. He is a handsome and sunny boy. I still remember that summer, I wore a long pink dress and sat on his bike, listening to him sing pink memories. "Romantic summer, a romantic you, give me a pink memory ..." The self-righteous "love" was taken as a secret by me and carefully cared for in my heart. And indulge in it, but I don't feel that my grades have dropped a little. Until one day the old class discovered the secret. She called me to my office, put two apples (always blue and always red) on the table and asked, "Which apple do you want to eat?" "Sweet and big red apples, of course." I replied. She listened and said softly, "Sweet love is like this red apple, and premature love is like this green apple." Then she listed the dangers of puppy love, which was reasonable. Listen, I hung my head in shame. Finally, she encouraged me to say, "The sail of youth has just set sail. Why do you want to park too early? Watching a partner of the same age smile like sunshine and fight bravely and happily in the wind and rain, are you willing to dock like this ... "Yes, we are too young and immature, and falling in love too early will only taste the bitter fruit of love. Understand this truth, I correct my mentality and put my mind back on my study.

My youth story is colorful, and I want to draw a beautiful picture for my youth. Jing M.Guo said: Youth is a beautiful sadness. My youth has a kind of gray sadness: the setbacks in life, the pain in study and the friction in making friends with others will all affect my little mood and make me depressed, empty and confused. At the same time, I had orange happiness when I was a teenager: teachers' boasting after my grades improved, friends' sincere greetings, and classmates' incisive laughing and cursing will make me realize that happiness is everywhere. In addition, youth has red * * *, yellow desire, green freedom and purple emptiness ... Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, seven colors of light come together, just like flashing fireworks in the sky, freezing gorgeous youth. ...

My youth is rebellious, brave and full of vitality ... In the story of youth, endless mental journey and endless youthful breath are all in it.

Tagore said: "As soon as a person's youth is over, there will be a beautiful maturity as autumn. At this time, the fruit of life is like cooked rice, waiting for harvest in a beautiful and calm atmosphere. " After the baptism of youth, I brushed away yesterday's fanaticism and impetuousness with my hands, kept today's persistence and silence with my heart, and took a good road to the future of life.

(4) A composition on "Youth" (about 800 words) and a composition on "Facing the Lost Facts" (about 800 words)

Face the lost facts

Only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it.

In another year and a half, we will step out of the school gate of our alma mater. At that time, the classmates who have been together for six years may have no news. When I knew that time was ruthless and I died in a hurry, time was running out.

God is cruel, let the gate of time open wide and let go of time when the feet are oiled. Now, I understand that I have lost many hard-won "treasures"! It's too late, so many friendships make me lose the truth of "cherish" and "love"! I can't stand it! I don't want my classmates in my mind at all, just like a boat, drifting farther and farther until they disappear at the end of my sight. No!

How many times have you been criticized together and how many times have you listened to praise together; How many times I have helped, fought and quarreled; How many times I fell together and how many times I ran briskly; How many times have you laughed together and cried together? How many times we encouraged each other, how many times we blamed each other ... these have all become distant past.

In the third year of senior high school, men and women in our class drew a clear line, and the friendliness and kindness when they entered school all fled. When can they be arrested and returned to our class? How wonderful every day was when I was a child, and when will the lost happiness return to my class?

Do you think about the past like me? I want to finish primary school with you for another six years!

Do you still remember your youth? What are the unforgettable stories?

I remember my youth. I was in love when I was a teenager. I especially like that boy, but the ending is not good.

6. Write a composition around the story of youth.

No matter whether youth is fading away or not, please go ahead and cherish it anyway. The road you choose is full of laughter. Even if you are crying and kneeling, you should stick to it and walk purposefully. Never forget why you started, and never forget your original intention. Don't rush to optimize, but no matter how simple and vigorous, it should be meaningful to recall, and there is no regret in youth.

To the heart

Please always have a heart full of longing for the future. Have a positive attitude, smile at the sun, find your own happiness, know how to create your own happiness, and be a woman full of happiness.

You don't need to be ambitious, but you must have your own pursuit, your own dream, and your persistent love for it. What you pursue and like, you can have the happiness it brings you. If you persist, you can feel the meaning created in the pursuit process and find your own value.

Please think highly of living. Don't compare, don't become vain, don't degenerate, don't lose yourself, don't feel inferior, don't wronged yourself, don't force yourself. You don't need much to be yourself. Knowing whether he wants to live and feel happy is good for live high. But you must know what you want, what you want to do, and what kind of life you want to live. If there is still a distance from what you desire, please reflect on yourself and improve. If it comes true, I hope you can pursue a better self with an open mind and an unsatisfied mind.

emotional

Every step of your growth will be accompanied by many different emotions. Some let you learn to grow by crying, while others let you learn to grow by laughing.

People who laugh with you and make fun with you should cherish those who are sincere to you, and those who make you cry should learn to thank you. Everyone walks through your life, whether it's a stranger or a close friend. Everyone's existence is bound to teach you something, no matter what others say or not, it will affect you and change you. Some people will be enthusiastic about you, while others will be indifferent to you. If someone praises you, then of course someone will attack you. But in any case, learn to be grateful and don't complain. Because of their efforts, in the end, you have built a strong inner world.

You will also face all kinds of people, things and things. I hope you can learn to deal with it slowly. This step may be difficult, but it is something you must learn.

Cherish what you have.

What is lost, just relax and let the past pass.

Every emotion, whether sad or happy, you don't need to escape deliberately. One day, you can calmly tell what you cried.

You just have to wait for the arrival of a better self.

⑦ Writing with the theme of "My Youth Story"

My youth story

I don't know when I began to use "once" to describe what just happened. It seems like many years ago. Maybe this is called aging. Sometimes, I wonder if I can find my own answer if I regard life as an equation. More often, I may just be looking for my place.

I have always liked a vague life, and my favorite color is dark blue, so many times, my life has become dark blue and fuzzy. I still remember Bobby Chen's song "50 meters deep blue". I always believe that one day I will go to my 50-meter deep blue. At that time, my words were on the left bank and my music was on the right bank.

I like two songs, both of which describe love.

One is "Rolling Red Dust". I have been thinking, whether every love story will eventually go further and further between each other's blankly, and everyone who loves will eventually come to a strange intersection. Will someone sing this song when passing by in a hurry: at first, you were careless, but I was a teenager, and love in the world of mortals was only because of the hurry and silence of life. ...

Another favorite song is Later, which also describes the lost. I don't know if everything is lost before I remember it. The voice of milk tea is just the voice of the lovelorn in Qian Qian. When I am alone, I always think of this song, and occasionally I cry and sing: Later, I finally learned how to love … but later? What happened afterwards? How many afterlives and beginnings will there be in this life?

During my college years, I wrote a lot of words, but others seldom saw them. In August, I applied for a forum named "How far is autumn from us?" I gave it a beautiful background music-butterfly love, which can be listened to when you are in a good mood, when you are bored, and when you are depressed. After a long time, my forum has been revised many times, but this background music has never been changed.

I like to use a word called "passing by" to write street lamps in buildings with "a glance"; Write a fascinating love with "a glimpse"; Writing about the past, I am also used to "passing by". I am thinking, what else in this world can't "pass by"? I fell madly in love with this word, as if I were fascinated by someone. I often think of such a passage: behind the glimpse, on the lonely edge of the city, there is me. At this moment, the night is dim. ...

I like to write down what I have experienced, and then change my name and tell it to strangers like telling other people's stories. I thought I could easily forget my past, and then I could live without regrets. Many people ask me whether my writing is true or fiction. I smiled. In fact, a story is a story, not true or fictional.

I have many ideals, which grow with me step by step, like an illusion, and I am almost lost, so sometimes I even doubt that ideals and reality actually exist at the same time.

Many things have happened in my life, such as what I want to forget, what I can't forget, what I should forget ... I have been trying to forget all my life until my life burns to the end, watching the white candle shed red tears.

Some people, some things, may never forget, I like to write them down one by one, and then slowly destroy them in an uninhabited corner.

I will miss my two periods, one is my 17 years old, and I forgot when I just rode a bike, whether it was more pain, more sadness or more laughter. In the era of white clothes fluttering, there were white hands and teachers, some people were crying silently, and who was whispering: at the beginning, we were singing; Finally, finally, we left. ...

The second time I miss my university. In fact, what I learned in college is almost forgotten now, except that I used to go out at eleven o'clock at that time and wander the streets of Jiangcheng looking for night elves. At that time, I was once confused and liked an illusory and heartbreaking life. I like to run on a path full of water on rainy days, causing a series of splashes. I tried to flap my heavy wings over this city full of lies and helplessness. At that time, I named myself "Missing Wings".

In the years of college, my illusory life has my real pain, physical and mental, as if there is a surreal pain in my shadow. I am used to walking on the school road full of leaves in autumn, and stepping on it is soft, like stepping on my heart.

Falling in love with someone, there is always no way to express it, and I have been torturing myself so stupidly. Time goes by little by little, and love sprouts little by little. I wrote her name on my hand. I am used to waking up every morning and seeing her at first sight, and then I will have a happy day.

8 The most beautiful youth story composition is 200 words.

Youth is always beautiful. Not too much distress, but enjoyment that we don't understand; It's not that happiness is too little, but that we don't know how to grasp it.

When we were young, we always loved to pursue our dreams and enjoyed an elegant and warm state of mind. Like unrestrained debauchery; Like the style of fashion trends. So we turned to our own situation again and again, and no longer accepted the teaching of our parents and elders. However, we also understand the inner meaning of these rhetoric: "If the young don't work hard, the old will be sad" and "Don't wait, let the young head turn white".

Spring will come, flowers will bloom, but youth is only once. Our hearts are always so ups and downs in adolescence. Adolescent boys and girls always like to pick ripe fruit, even if it is sweet outside and sour inside. No regrets until the end, it can only be a lonely goose singing in the autumn wind.

Youth needs strength, and the best time in life cannot be blowing in the wind. Sunset does not regret, always have a clear conscience, especially when we still have capital, our capital is still young.

Pet-name ruby junior high school composition (story of youth)

1

Once, he and she were lovers. They used to love each other very much. In the best years, they are the only one for each other. They vowed to be together forever and carry their love to the end.

However, like the best performance, I broke up halfway because of an accident. He said, forget it, let's split up.

She refused to share, pestering him to pay for her youth. Seven years, from a little boy to now, how can it be finished? So she ran to his office to find him, smashed his glass and smashed his car. He doesn't love it anymore He thinks this woman is a little abnormal. He said, stop torturing love.

But she wouldn't give up.

First, he committed suicide, but fortunately, he was found and stopped. Then she thought, let's kill him. Because he once said that if one day I failed you, you can kill me.

She bought a sharp dagger. She looked at it and imagined killing him. Suddenly she felt sad. Is she really willing to do it? So, in those days, she has been struggling. I didn't even do my work well.

She is a doctor, working the night shift every day, and sometimes she is in a trance. On one occasion, she actually prescribed the wrong medicine to a patient and almost had a medical accident.

Even so, she didn't save his heart.

A few months later, she met him. This is an unexpected encounter. No one expected that he would get appendicitis. He was delivered in the middle of the night, and she happened to be on duty.

He closed his eyes in pain, and when she saw him in pain, her heart ached. When they were good, she once said that if one day you were ill and I operated on you, my hands would definitely shake because I would hurt you.

I didn't expect this sentence to come true He looked at her and said almost imploringly, I am in pain. I hope you can help me. She always thought that she hated him and that she would kill him, but she didn't expect that she would follow him when he was in pain. Moreover, she commanded in a hurry and hurriedly pushed him into the operating room.

She operated on him herself. During the operation, her hands began to really tremble, but after anesthesia, she calmed down. She remembered that she was a doctor first, and then her former lover.

The operation was a great success. After she got off the operating table, she found that her clothes were all wet. When she left the operating room, she didn't even look back, because she found herself in tears when she left the operating room.

Originally, once loved was mutual sympathy. She thought she would hate it forever. She thinks that if she doesn't love, she will hope that the other party is not good. Even if there is a chance to get back at him, she will never let him go. But she didn't expect that when he was really fragile and needed her help, she stood up and treated her former love with her compassionate heart.

When they were in love, they talked about a pair of stars. After they became strangers, the stars suddenly turned against each other and attacked each other. As a result, both lost.

She asked him, will we hurt each other after breaking up? He replied, I won't. She thought she would, but she wouldn't.

When he is well, ask her, didn't you say you were going to kill me? Why didn't you kill me when I gave you a chance?

She replied that she was kind because she loved. He listened and shed tears gently. He is the same, because he loves her, so even if she makes trouble again, even if she says she wants to die with him, he still doesn't hate her.

They all know that because they love each other and walk into each other's hearts, they can't bear to see each other hurt.

2

Back to the starting point

The day when Big Fat got an American visa was the happiest day for him in two months.

He is one of my best friends. Our four brothers are also roommates in the same room. Old university computer, the net name is big and fat; The second child is a handsome skinny monkey, and every party always attracts the attention of many girls; Gao Xiao ranks third among the four of us, but it is the tallest. He studies Chinese and likes to write prose. He doesn't talk much, but philosophical words always come out of his mouth. I seem to be a person with no characteristics, except that I like doing experiments.

When I was a freshman, I knew nothing. The boss is already busy buying the little red book. There is a thick English dictionary on his bookshelf, with a line on it: in four years, America, I will be there. He is the one who knows his goal best among us. Most other people, like me, are in a daze in class, doing experiments and writing papers. Like high school students, I am used to being packed every day. Once nobody cares, it seems that something is missing.

We had a serious discussion about ideals. Big fat said he wanted to be a scientist. We just laughed and said that ten years ago, everyone wrote in their compositions: My ideal is to be a scientist when I grow up. "Otherwise it is a teacher." The pencil necked said, "At that time, I thought the teacher was the biggest. If I can be a teacher in the future, I will be very imposing. No child dares to bully me. "

When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a scientist and a teacher. High school chose science because of the feeling of doing experiments. It feels like you can see and control every step of things, and if you are wrong, you can start over. If only life could be as transparent as a test tube. Unfortunately, many times, we can't control our own life, so we like life in the laboratory more and more, pure and quiet.

When he started looking for a job, the pencil necked sighed at his resume. Compared with others, he has little practical experience, perhaps because he spends too much time on love. However, he is still an excellent boy, so he went to a good internet company after layers of interviews. Maybe the time spent with us in BBS helped him a lot.

Gao Xiao finally chose the career we dreamed of when we were children. He is going to be a teacher, and besides, he is not in a busy city and has no decent salary. He applied to go to Qinghai, where there is a national volunteer teaching program. He said that he came from the countryside and knew how eager children in the mountains would be to know the outside world.

I left my graduate school early, which saved me the hard work of applying for going abroad, the busyness of finding a job, the hesitation of choosing, and many unforgettable memories.

Big Fat is the last of our four brothers to settle down. At the dinner party to celebrate his visa success, we can finally miss four years of life, every drunkenness and even every quarrel. I feel sour nose for the first time since July. ...

I really don't want to say goodbye, but on this day in the midsummer of 2005, we are really going to graduate. ...