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Excerpts from College Students' Youth Inspirational Prose
Lead: Youth is like wine. It takes time to taste her mellow. The following are inspirational compositions of college students. Welcome to reading.

The teenager sleeping in the corner inadvertently opened the photo album, which was full of photos of his childhood. My mother smiled at me and stood in the yard full of morning glory on a summer afternoon. That smile is so dazzling. Better than the midday sun.

Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a yellow envelope. Carefully pour out the contents, it turned out to be a photo, an old black-and-white photo, less than two inches. You can tell it is bareheaded at a glance. The people in the photo have long braids twisted around their waist, and their bangs are more lined with a pair of looking eyes, and their corners of the mouth are slightly raised, full of youthful vitality.

Turn to the back. What does it say? Sixteen years old? , written in the novel, cardamom years is such a scene!

No need to guess, that's mom. That chiseled face is clearly the mother when she was young! I looked at my mother who was busy in the kitchen, and then I took a look at the photos in my hand. Inexplicable, a kind of regret is mixed with sadness. Those beautiful eyebrows, like a smile, clearly show a woman's best years.

The age of flying skirt, the mother's youth is also bright and smart! Like me, have you ever secretly liked someone with a little secret in your heart?

I never heard my mother say that when she was young. Every time I see a young and fashionable girl, there is always a beautiful envy in my mother's eyes.

In fact, I understand my mother very well, not thinking about her, but as a mother, children have become her biggest concern! Those fragrant memories of the old days have long been forgotten by her. Nostalgia can't resist the erosion of time!

I remember every time I went shopping with her and saw those colorful clothes, she would want to try them on, but she seldom bought them. She always said? Too bright for you? .

Women like beautiful clothes, not to mention their own mother is so beautiful, how can she not like it! It's just that daily chores have held her back, leaving her neither the opportunity nor the mood to put on those clothes again to satisfy her love of beauty.

If I hadn't turned out the photos of my mother when she was sixteen, maybe I would never have known the youth that my mother bloomed when she was young, the youth that slept in the corner.

My mother is young, but 14 years old, because of overwork, she has a lot of white hair. Although it has been dyed, it can still be seen. That is the vicissitudes of life that can't be hidden. However, although years have blurred the face of mother's youth, they can't erase the smile in her eyes!

Although time has passed and wrinkles have climbed on her face, her rosy cheeks clearly show satisfaction! I rubbed the black-and-white photos of my mother when she was young with my smooth palm, and the table was glowing with soft light. I seem to feel my mother's rough hands touching my face.

My mother cooked the meal, and I smelled the fragrance of the meal, and the faint perfume mixed with my mother's body fragrance, as if full of youth. I saw her smile at me, but that smile was brighter than her big eyes when she was sixteen! At that moment, I suddenly understood that my mother's youth had been there for so many years. Just in a different way, it has become a continuation. And the continuation of her youth is me!

I saw the youth sleeping in the corner, with a large number of blooming morning glory, waking up lazily and wantonly!

College Students' Youth Inspirational Essay 2: Breaking the flashy dream of youth is the residual dream, and the elegy of youth always rings unconsciously.

Someone asked what youth is? Youth is a narrow and short alley. You can only walk slowly and never expect to cross it: when you walk in, you can only move forward.

Youth! This is a road that cannot be turned back. We are destined to move forward.

I really want to praise youth, praise her vitality, praise her ignorant love, but when I really want to use a word to describe her, I choked up! Because youth is helpless, it is the only way for us to move from ignorance to maturity, from curiosity to indifference, and from youth to indifference. Maybe this is also a kind of sadness!

Looking back on my youth: I feel like a countryman going to town, which is what the novel says! From 13 years old to 18 years old, this is my youth. Just like an ignorant countryman, from the novelty at the beginning to the indifference at the end, he has become accustomed to the coldness of this world. Of course, I am not describing the disadvantages of youth. Generally speaking, youth is still full of light.

For my generation, the concept of youth is the joy of the sound of marbles colliding on the country road, the super Mary jumping in the bully, and the small candy peddling on the way to school. What a wonderful memory that is! Further down, there is pure love on campus, classes that have been skipped in those years, and the internet that has been used in the middle of the night. Let's talk about unhappiness again. Youth brings me eternal scars. After all, I am still young! Ignorants are fearless and always like to be true to others. Youth at that time was a cage, which immersed me in my own fantasy. Alas! I hope time can wash away our impetuousness and lead us! Finally, now, it is the confusion and fear of entering the society. This is what youth brings me, it is joy, it is helplessness, it is a touch of sadness mixed with happiness, and it is an eternal memory in my heart.

The glitz gradually faded away the residual dreams and broken memories of youth in our hearts! This is a social lament. We are helpless. We can only cherish and remember the beauty of youth.

Youth, like wine, takes time to taste, so we still have a long way to go!

Youth is not a person's mess. There may be many times of drunkenness in life, many people may pass by, many dishes may be put on the table, and finally you may be lost in youth.

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There will be a second when you want to stop forever, even if you are eliminated for the rest of your life. The same is true in youth. You are eager to take a journey to a stingy time, but this journey is the rest of your life.

You dominated your own battlefield, with swords and shadows, blood everywhere, and even the sound of horseshoes became the representative of your ridicule, which Iraqis often sing in this trembling sigh? West wind shutter, people are thinner than yellow flowers? .

We are all just mortals. We are sad when we have our own sadness, and happy when we have our own happiness. How many are there? Exhausted by Iraq? Then mourn for your battlefield with a sad song.

I think the world is extremely beautiful, with trees in full bloom on sunny days and lakes rippling on rainy days. But the role is constantly changing, and the shadows spreading along the battlefield are inadvertently replaying the shadow of history.

To the general. I am fighting alone, and all I can do is turn around in my own battlefield; To a soldier's lifelong military service. Songs separate people from me on the battlefield. There are many rebellions fueled by swords and shadows, so I am alone in this chaos.

I longed for the light after the war, I longed for the warmth of my parents, and then I even began to be greedy. I want to absorb every warmth and leave nothing behind. However, I will beat gongs and drums alone, hoping that a group of good horses will step through this endless chaos.

? In this world, there are no two semicircles that really fit together. Only a selfish soul is looking for another selfish soul. ? The battlefield footprint of youth is getting closer and closer, and then I see that at that time, there was a man dancing with his own shadow of war and chaos, but it was actually himself.

Family makes me more and more greedy, eager to leave nothing behind, and the bitterness of feelings may boil up at some point and mix it with coffee to drink all the unwilling. Round and round, struggling, stuck here all the way, the battlefield is just an ignorant idea, and the little things with complicated hearts don't want to do this.

I'm afraid I can't worry any more, just like the Iraqis said. I'm afraid I can't take a lot of worries, because I'm afraid I can't sail on a boat in two streams. , vaguely, a wisp of flowers, floating here to take root and sprout.

Oh, it's a kind of life, then wait and pick up all this, all this has changed, blurred eyes can't guess the world, blind vision, silently plant a beautiful plant, and then the wind blows, the world is full of beautiful flowers, and the rusty sword may be the best witness.

Trembling to embrace all this, later, I was accompanied by the whole world, my battlefield, and the youth chaos sung by ten thousand people.

I long to be a general all my life, and I want to be a soldier all my life.

At dawn, the place where the sun rises becomes blurred, and a new day rushes to tomorrow with new hope.

No matter how prosperous, I am used to all this, but I only remember this sentence. Youth is not the content of a person's confusion.