The first chapter: Building a dream for students and casting a 900-word youth essay "Before Youth, After Youth"
How many unnecessary tears have been shed, how many words have never been realized, and how many kinds of smooth sailing futures have been imagined. Now, that naive me is fixed in the pre-youth era, now I am in He Gongjin University, now I am growing up, and now I am paying tribute to the post-youth era!
The fog in the morning, shallow attached to the window, recalls childhood events.
In the dormitory in the early winter morning, the light is still very dark. I walked softly to the windowsill and looked around. It was milky white, and my thoughts suddenly drifted out of control. Primary school teachers always officially let children write down their ideals when they were young, although at that time we didn't recognize the whole profession and didn't understand the responsibility and mission behind each profession. At that time, I just vaguely wrote, "I want to go out of the countryside and make a lot of money." After class, I was laughed at by my classmates with the new words I learned today-vulgarity.
Vulgar? Maybe it is! But it is true for a poor student whose family only depends on his father. I am a child in the countryside. I have never seen a tall building, Qiongyu, subway or train before. I am surrounded by farmers with their faces facing the loess. I can't watch a man with indomitable spirit bend over under the burden of family, nor can I watch a man with high spirits quietly smoke and decompress under the burden of family. I hope my parents can eat whatever they want and do whatever they want in the future, and go to a regular hospital if they want to see a doctor. But doesn't all this need money? Vulgar? I don't think so!
Tears flow down my cheeks, resentment is impermanent, and bloom flowers fall.
On the third day of 20 10, grandma died of cancer after all. That year was not a year, and the fireworks were mixed with bitterness that could not be resolved. Children want to raise but not kiss, and parents suffer. The skinny grandmother who loved us silently for many years has gone, and we are all very bitter. After borrowing a large amount of foreign debt, my grandmother still didn't keep it, and my parents were ten years older. It suddenly dawned on me that grandma and brother, including me, are not burdens, but we are the spiritual pillars they give their parents. Parents want the elderly to enjoy their old age and their children to become happy adults. They are willing to build a warm home for us with their own strength. Now, grandma is gone, and she left before she enjoyed their filial piety enough. My parents' spiritual support collapsed by half, and I still can't imagine my parents' deep sense of powerlessness and frustration at that time. But at that moment, I felt that I had found an excellent reason. I am the other half of my parents!
Writing with books, casting with big strokes, mixed with sadness and joy, life is uneasy.
Pain is the companion of growth. In retrospect, those days were not sunny and warm, and the years were quiet. Along the way, I just stumbled and grew up, clumsily chasing my dreams. Facing life and poverty, I should accept it frankly. Although I can't choose my background, I can change my future. Nine-year compulsory education is implemented in junior high school for three years. I'm lucky to get help from the state to lighten the burden on my family. Not many people can feel the feeling that the children who are about to drop out of school have touched the school gate again. People struggle for a sigh of relief. With the support of national parents, I am not inferior and timid. I began to boldly strive for progress. I only remember that I was always addicted to reading, writing and writing in the classroom. I just remember putting down a lot of leisure at that time. I only remember saying to myself all the time, "You are not a nobody. You can't do nothing all your life, so you have to work harder than anyone else. " Hard work pays off. I got the admission notice of the first high school in the city with the first grade in the whole school. High school is more bitter and tired than junior high school. I still finished the whole journey, and I carved a bitter and happy video in that pre-youth era. As my parents told me, I can only live up to this golden age with my dreams and my heart.
Looking at the clear sky, wrapped in new clothes, looking at the bright eyes in the mirror.
The morning mist cleared and the sun was shining. I put on my new cotton-padded clothes and smiled in the mirror. "A new day has begun!" "I have lived in the Beichen Campus of He Gong University for more than ten weeks, and the ignorance and curiosity I first saw have quietly faded from my eyebrows. University is another cycle of struggle, where I resisted the semi-militarized military training and made me smile with black face and white teeth. Here I hold my textbook, attend classes on time every day, and absorb knowledge from all aspects; Here I insist on running and exercising with my classmates in the morning and never slack off; Here I take an active part in the activity competition to get a useful certificate; Here my post-youth begins, and I am the protagonist. I have youth, a country, a family and friends. I thought I had nothing, but I had everything. I will cherish those who love me, and I will appreciate those who help me. I will take every step in the future with a pure heart, instead of standing in the corner watching others' youth bloom and the grass grow and the warblers fly.
How can you feel the vastness of life without suffering? How can you see the bright spot of life without persistence? In my post-youth, I will continue to sow and harvest myself, or run forward wearily. Looking back these years, I will feel at ease and have no regrets!
Chapter two: Building a dream by helping students, casting a 900-word youth composition "If you don't struggle, you will be young"
I have always liked the sentence "I believe all the arrangements are the best!" " ".Maybe it sounds a little depressing or even succumbing to fate, but my understanding of it is: be willing to accept, don't complain, and try to change!
I always remember my mother's teaching: "We don't compete with others for food, clothing, ability and future." It is also this sentence that has always inspired me to persist in my struggle. I know my background cannot be changed. All I can do is try my best to make my future life better.
In my opinion, my mother is a very strong person, and I always think that my strong character is also formed under the influence of my mother. And the first time I saw my mother cry was at the beginning of freshman year. I still clearly remember that day, she said to her father in tears, "Our child is the simplest one in that group of students and the only one without any cosmetics." Since then, I have strengthened my faith, enriched my four years in college, made me regret my youth and made my parents proud of me.
My freshman life began with early reading, which was also a small plan before I went to college. Of course, it is easy to make a plan, but difficult to carry it out, especially after entering the winter, it is even more difficult to leave that warm nest. But fortunately, I joined the Self-improvement Society at that time, and the regular members called each other to wake up every day. Thanks to those lovely friends, I overcame laziness in my freshman year and started the first step for my youth.
Many things happen. When I learned that I had won the National Inspirational Scholarship, I knew that my college life that year had not been wasted, and I still insisted on the road of youth struggle. I still remember my parents and grandparents were speechless with excitement when they learned that I had won scholarships and grants. I know that this scholarship and grant can lighten parents' work and make them smile with relief. Thanks to the scholarship, I have another motivation to work hard, so that I can keep going on the road of fighting for youth!
I have always known that universities can make people degenerate and shine. I know that maybe I can't be the man of the hour and the front page of the campus, but I just want to be a youth with no regrets, love me and my loved ones without regrets, and help me without regrets.
What is youth? What is struggle? What do you mean, no regrets? What's the point of seeing only your own small world and only for your own interests? Knowing how to be grateful and know how to return is the truly meaningful youth. Public welfare is an activity I love very much in college, and I never tire of it. Being helped by others, and public welfare is also a way for me to repay. I participated in the "One Hundred Kindnesses" activity. Although I suffered a lot of supercilious glances and was questioned by many passers-by, I had the indomitable spirit of death as Xiao Qiang. I lost and struggled again and again, just trying to make the poor children feel a little warm through my efforts. I participated in the summer thanksgiving inspirational exchange activities, hoping that through my experience and actions, the children would regain their confidence in going to college. I am eager to help primary school students become interested in writing by participating in the activity of correcting compositions by "Sunflower" ... and I feel the joy of helping others in these public welfare activities.
Family background cannot be changed. Instead of spending time complaining, it is better to struggle once and make the status quo change by your own efforts!
Youth is fleeting, and college time is even shorter. In order to prove that time has passed, we must keep fighting! I don't want to be the best, I just want my youth without regrets! Time goes on, the road of struggle will continue, and gratitude and feedback will never stop!