The dark sky hangs over the head, making the stars look particularly mysterious. The brightest star must be our youth. On the journey, we occasionally get lost. Youth, a tangled time. We want to grow up quickly, escape from the bondage of our parents and fly freely in the outside world. But? How afraid we are of growth, the pressure of this society, and the responsibility of this society. We are afraid, afraid of the passage of youth, afraid of suddenly finding that youth is gone, afraid that we have not done what we should do, and everything is a thing of the past. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the rite of passage after the college entrance examination, and I'm afraid of separation after graduation. Whenever I hear people say that the years are ruthless and rush by, I feel sorry for them and feel very lucky for myself. Youth and I are good friends and can enjoy the days with her. In fact, youth is not just a good time, it is also a state of mind, "What is youth? Happy girls get 100. What is youth? Years can't steal simplicity. " Even if youth has said goodbye, at least everyone still has that heart that is not old.
Youth is like a crystal ball, transparent, clear and easily broken. It is sensitive and fragile. After the tears, in fact, nothing. If life is a road, then youth is a fatal turning point; If life is a beautiful movement, then youth is the crowning touch of the movement; If life is all kinds of weather, then youth is the most cloudy and unpredictable sky.
Youth, an age of indulgence. We are young and frivolous, we are children, and we are growing up. We have laughed, cried, been crazy, made trouble and played, and only when the words of youth are gradually blurred will we remember the best time.
Remember those years. The muddy and rickety figure with a single wheel trace finally disappeared behind the street lamp. The playground where we ran together was still ringing with laughter, but now it is empty. We once said that we would be good friends forever, but now we have parted ways. We used to be inseparable, but now all we have is our own shadow. I once pulled out my deskmate's chair and watched him laugh his head off. I used to knock on my friend's door, and then I held my nose and said, I'm here to collect water and electricity bills; I once sent a text message to my classmate and lied to him that I was another person. When we grow up, we will all have our own lives, only to find that everyone around us is slowly leaving. Is this our youth?
"The more you grow up, the more lonely you are, and the more you grow up, the more uneasy you are." "When I grow up, I forget happiness now." These two lyrics deeply touched me and struck the deepest strings in my heart. I'm not big, I'm only thirteen years old, and I haven't "grown up", which is the age when I can squander my youth, but I'm so lonely inside. It is said that every star is lonely and eager to be moved. Maybe we shouldn't think so far, so the mind of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss fluctuates greatly. Learn not to worry too much and really spend my colorful youth.
Youth, a book that you can't close when you open it. Write down our best youth while we are still young.