My youth, my dream is qualified * * * Youth League member's essay 3-Don't wake me up,

Don't let me go further away from you,

Time is a straight line that goes backwards forever.

I'd rather sleep in a dream,

I'm afraid I'll be awakened by crying.

In this way,

I can be closer to you,

Look carefully,

Your increasingly blurred faces,

After being separated from me for a long time,

Youth that is gone forever.

Youth is like a dream, which is treasured in everyone's heart. Only after the passage of time can we find its treasure.

I haven't dreamed for a long time. I've been sleeping well. As long as I don't want to worry, I basically fell asleep in bed. Sleep is also very safe, so dull that even dreams are rare. Perhaps, the dream is still there, just shallow, and when you wake up, it is too light to pursue.

Dreamless sleep always seems to lack something, and nothing embellishes romantic nights, which is also a deformity.

I like dreaming, whether it is day or night. In a dream day, there will always be some romance and longing, a kind of imagination for the future and the comfort of meeting each other.

I like dreaming, especially dreams with joy in my heart and joy after waking up. I also like the dream of reunion after a long separation, about my youth. I don't feel missing after waking up, but I am entangled in joy.

I had a dream last night. The picture is in a trance and I have forgotten everything that happened. I was awakened by crying and a picture about the impossibility of being young. How did that scene happen? When I woke up from my dream, I forgot all about it. I only remember my young friends standing on the high platform and screaming at me. I don't know what they are calling. They just look excited and seem to be telling me something. And I stood under the stage, knowing very well that I am still me, and I am still of medium height in reality, but they have youthful faces. Why are they so different from me? I woke up crying in vain, why my friends are still like when I was young, and why I am no longer excited when I am old. I can stand on the high platform with them and make public with them as I did when I was young.

After waking up, I was in a trance, with tears streaming down my face, thinking of those partners who had been away for a long time, and the beautiful and delicate girl I secretly loved when I was young. Yes, many youthful memories that seem to have happened. I can't remember all their names. Some people remember their surnames, some people remember their first names, and some people remember their nicknames and nicknames. My heart feels very painful. How can this happen? My youth, a companion I once thought would never part, has forgotten a vague face. In a daze, I fell asleep again, but there were wet tears in my eyes.

Duke Zhou once dreamed of butterflies, but he didn't know whether he was a butterfly or not. And I stand in the boundless shadow of life, looking out and seeing far away. It seems that everything is in a dream, and I can't see it clearly.

In fact, life is quite pitiful. I can never do what I want to do, and I can't refuse what I don't want. Well, let's have a dream. In the dream, we met our ideal. In the dream, we got everything we wanted. Isn't it also a pleasure?

In dreams, people are sometimes awake, and only when they are awake do they know who they are and what they look like. Knowing that this is just a dream, knowing that everything happened in the dream is illusory, but I still can't help falling into it. I know everything that happens in my dream is a dream, and I can't refuse it. What a sadness it is to know that it is impossible, to be unwilling to happen and to be unable to refuse.

Youth is like a dream. If we are in a dream, we can't push it away if we want to, but we can only drift away from youth and never see it again.

The youth in the dream is still in place, and I gradually retire in time. Looking back, whose eyes will see me clearly as before?

My youth, my dream is qualified * * * Communist Youth League member essay 3 Two people live with one heart, their hearts are persistent because of the direction, and the direction flies because of me. I am a dream. I am the driving force of life, I create miracles for scientists, I inspire poets, and I am a happy memorial.

I am the premise of great love, because I, with butterfly lovers's wonderful biography, have become a butterfly; I am the strong backing of the strugglers, because

With me, there are countless great poets and successful people! Do not believe you listen; Cao Cao, a fierce generation, sang to the sky, "An old horse crouches and aims at a thousand miles: a martyr is strong in his twilight years." That is Cao Cao's dream; "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." That is the poet Li Bai's "dream"; "I would rather hang incense on a branch and die than blow it into the north wind." This is the dream of Zheng Sixiao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. It's a dream, which has created such a great man as Qian Qian and a wonderful book!

I am the creative source of musicians. Because I, a persistent winner, feel the magic charm of music with my heart like Beethoven.

I arouse the poet's inspiration, because I have an extraordinary peach blossom garden and the romance of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

I am cool after sweat, I am a supporter of happy people, I am the spiritual pillar after ten years of cold window, and I am the struggle force of successful people.

Everything makes me proud, but sometimes I feel sad.

I can't let the dead rekindle their desire for life, I can't let people who waste their time realize their great fantasies, and I can't let people who have no direction find their way home. Alas! I have so much helplessness. In the face of people who abandoned me, I can't save their hearts, because in their lives, the original beauty and joy of life have long since disappeared. Without dreams, they will lose the direction of life and the compass of faith. Maybe when they are busy with their life, they find that they should not abandon their dreams.

Having a dream may not be successful, but it will give you happiness and hope in your life. Without a dream, you are doomed to be a loser and an ordinary person.

There are two roads in the yellow forest. Will you stand at this crossroads and walk alone or follow the wings of your dreams? I think the wise will choose the latter, because it is a shortcut to life!

My youth, my dream is qualified * * * Communist Youth League member essay three, three sweat, flowing by; Tears, flowing; I have complained and suffered. But I never regretted it. My youth, my dream. I didn't realize the noise, immersed in a sea of laughter, drowned the loss, sealed the sadness, and left a calm I don't know why. Calm in the unpleasant past, calm in the confused Lord. A cup of tea, a chair, a window, a sky. Occasionally fingers touch the burning cup and sneer at life. Is it just a tragedy in your hands?

Suddenly looked up, the clouds on the horizon passed by, and the corners of the mouth rose slightly. At this moment, everything is floating clouds, touching my thoughts and chasing the lost commemoration. My youth, my dream.

People or things that we once thought would never be forgotten are silently forgotten in the process of remembering. I like Jing M. Guo's sad sentences, which are bright and exciting, but enough to touch the heartstrings. Once upon a time, youth passed by with a whip, and I brushed it inadvertently. Missed, lost, left a memory. Those people and things may really fade away in the future, but after a humble touch, how can they bear the repetition day after day? The river of youth keeps running. What is gone will always leave traces of the past. My youth, my dream.

Have you forgotten, my friend? In our fair competition game, your serious appearance is really funny; Remember, man? When I am bored, the kites on the stalls often float in the sky, bearing deep thoughts; Remember, brother? The first time we got drunk, the empty bottle was buried in the mound behind the house; Girls, have you forgotten? That time, in a windy math class, we played a prank against the wind. Don't, everyone forgot?

A bird accidentally flew by the window, alone, but my nose was sour and tears swirled in my eyes. I tried to keep my eyes open and restrain the wanton flood of tears. Because I remember that little dream. You said I was not allowed to cry. Don't be a retarded child. However, I want to say that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place yet. I know, you know, but why do you pretend to be strong when I turn around? I didn't know this until later. You walked alone in the street for a long, long time that day.

The street lamp outside the window is on, and the dim light reflects my lonely thoughts. It turns out that some people always remember something, so they always remember. The traffic outside the window, the wine, the green and the red have nothing to do with me. My building block city, I have always been the king. May be accompanied by loneliness. When tears slip through the corners of your mouth, gently say to yourself, "Crying is also a gift, and it has nothing to do with sadness."

It's a long way to go. Who can predict the future? On the road of youth, bloom has its own laws. I have seen the existing youth. My youth, my dream.

Oh, my youth, my dream.