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There are various colorful metaphors about youth. But I just want to compare youth to the four seasons.
Youth is spring. Please rest assured that your hope lies in the bud of life in spring; Youth is summer, which allows you to release the hero's youth in the heat wave of midsummer.
Youth is autumn, and you can bury your worries and thoughts about time under the red maple in autumn; Youth is winter, and you can decorate your innocent footprints on the endless snowfields. There are many beautiful natural things.
If I want to be something in nature, my answer is leaves. If I were a leaf, I could feel the rhythm and speed of the four seasons of youth.
I grew up from a newborn bud and experienced the nurturing of spring rain, becoming the most tender leaf in the summer sunshine.
Until autumn, the autumn wind mercilessly took me away from my mother, sowed in the autumn wind and soaked in the fragrant soil contaminated by the autumn rain, bringing a snowy winter. The original soil has been covered, so I can't tell where it is. Who can prove that I am here?
So is the process of youth, from naive children to teenagers in the wind, to young people with dreams, and then to. You can guess the weather tomorrow, but you will never guess which heavy rain took away your youth many years later.
After youth, singers are used to saying goodbye to and remembering youth with songs, writers are used to recalling youth with delicate brushstrokes, and photographers are used to printing colorful silhouettes of life on film with cameras.
Now these things can be organized into a theme:-nostalgia, but still regret and hurt. At this time, the youth in their eyes is as precious as the once-in-a-century meteor falling.
Recall the past, chase the past, and hurt the past. This series of words about recalling youth has become a common vocabulary in signature, composition and novel. I always feel that this kind of writing is too brilliant. It is better to cherish youth than to write about it, because we are only sixteen or seventeen years old.
With years of life experience and personal experience, the best thing in life is sleeping. We spent too much time buried in these six tiles. We had a good time on campus and slept for more than seven hours.
Some people say that seven hours is not much, but as high school students, we are like soldiers who are about to go to war, and we can't tolerate a moment of neglect. Gradually, time has become precious to me. I overcame my greedy sleepiness and gained more study time.
If you spend less than an hour in bed every day, you can live fifteen days longer than others, and you can keep the memories after fifteen days of youth.
If the bed is the tomb of youth, then decadence is the assassin of youth. If you don't want to stay up late at night and do nothing, then you should tell yourself to go to bed early to buy more time for tomorrow.
Because you are not Su Shi, you have no taste of drinking the bright moon alone, you have no talent for improvising music, you are not Li Bai, and you have no arrogant distractions. I found that the moonlight was sinking back, and suddenly I thought of home.
You and I are both boots on campus and readers of society. We should get up early, look forward to the red sun rising in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, listen to the singing of birds in the morning and watch the singing of streams; Spend more time in the beautiful nature and spend more time soothing your ocean of knowledge.
Strive to be a high-quality youth and let your youth be buried in beautiful and eventful years. Many years later, you will think of you who is unruly, unrestrained and loves freedom. Youth is ignorant and hasty. Don't let the wandering injury lose its yearning for beauty.