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Youth years inspirational writing

Youth is a song, deep, soothing and loud. In different melodies, we harvest the fruits of growth and taste the ups and downs of life. The following are inspirational essays of my youth. Let's take a look.

Chapter one: traces of youth, clear and agile.

The brook in the south of the Yangtze River, like a graceful girl, sings softly all the way, quietly flowing through the land of the south of the Yangtze River full of books and bearing too many cultures. It flows quietly, just quietly, as if a flute is swaying, passing through the unique flavor of this water town and washing everyone's heart.

Occasionally think of a winter afternoon in the third grade. The weather is cold and sunny. Nothing special seems to have happened, but I feel that the scene of one day is lingering in my mind and getting clearer and clearer. Leaning on the table, looking out of the window, I saw a cat basking in the sun on the opposite roof, and an old lady sitting on a recliner. The golden sunshine lazily shines on me through the window of the classroom. A kind of warmth spread straight into my heart. I smell the sunshine, happy and pure. At this moment, time solidified, such a warm picture, I will always remember, across my thoughts.

The wind is blowing intermittently, and the rain is falling. The long-flowing Jiangnan River comes from eternity. Needless to say, it brings a kind of wordless sadness. For thousands of years, many female poets lamented the sorrow of Jiangnan, and thus many poems were born. The sorrow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the river in the south of the Yangtze River is like Shu's cello, singing this little sorrow in a slightly lower voice.

I only remember the separation in junior high school. It's still a Friday before the middle school entrance examination. In the morning, the students seem to be affected by the mood of parting, and the air in the classroom seems to be filled with something. As teenagers, we know that parting sadness is no longer "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and are forced to worry about new words", but "when Gao Huaiyuan is poor, there is no more affection". Therefore, the last day of junior high school life, time is like an hourglass, we spend it one by one, even if we are so reluctant, parting will come. The last class meeting, the last speech, everyone choked up. I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, I found a thousand words. Apparently, he refused to leave the classroom after school. I know, there are my tears, my smiles, my youth, my growth and my memories. This faint parting, mixed with sadness, came to me slowly like a river in the south of the Yangtze River.

On summer nights, the sea breeze blows from the beach. This vast and deep sea, blue is so touching, blue is so fascinating. Boundless, under the cover of darkness, the calm sea surface replaced the surging sea floor. In addition to unprecedented openness, it is still open. The waves beat against the rocks on the shore, sometimes stirring up snow-white spray, recording the joys and sorrows of the sea.

Facing life, there are always some moments that move me. I heard a beautiful story. An American old man planted an oak seed and planted a forest after ten years of hard work. I seem to have found a key to open my mind and thought a lot. Kindness may be the seed of an oak tree. If you plant a seed in your heart and treat others with a smile, you will eventually reap the kindness of Qian Qian.

Streams, rivers and the sea may be three different ways of water flow. My thoughts flow like running water, mixed with faint sadness, but without a trace.

Farewell, my flowing youth!

Chapter 2: There is a kind of past called youth. When memories are crushed into broken dreams, when the laughter of the past is brewed into a series of bitter tears, when a beating heart is submerged by bitter water, when the boat of life is stranded in a quiet harbor without enthusiasm and indifference, this is my loneliness. ...

No one knows what will happen in the future. Just like my youth ten years ago, I was reluctant to go to high school for my studies. But life was moved by this disdain, and gradually became quiet and silent, and was deeply changed by life. Unfortunately, the result was not so smooth, so I chose to start over, just looking for a reason to pay. It was here that I experienced the first separation of friends, and my inherent life was finally broken. It is no longer so balanced. Finally learned to compromise, realized the other side of life, and began to look for it again. Only then did I understand that the true feelings and friendship between friends are precious. Perhaps it is accumulated in repeated frictions and exchanges.

Just like when we were in primary school five years ago, we came in with cheers and victories, but when we left, we were full of depression and sadness, which made us feel helpless. We thought of all kinds of previous experiences, such as the cold snowy night in winter, the joy of playing ball together, the impulse to play cards together, the struggle to find a job together, the tears of friends leaving, and the excitement of watching the ball game together.

Originally, I thought that youth had long passed, leaving only the long years after youth. I didn't expect much when I came here a year ago, but I was moved by the past and experienced a series of ecstatic friendships and an emotion beyond friendship. The long night has made my heart sleepy. Unfortunately, I don't want to sleep. When the dim light shines on the paper, my troubled thoughts immediately jump and dance back and forth with the pen. I know my heart has disappeared. ...

From then on, I learned to control my temper, how to do something for others, how to face life calmly, and how to be confident in everything.

Some people say that the past is just a dream, a joke and a naive fantasy. Some people say that if you can't get his heart, let him fly higher, stick to what he should insist on, accept what he can't change, and continue the journey of life, but in my case, it's not like this:

The past is like the light when the earth bursts; Dancing like a faint cloud; Like an elf in a night poem; The past events that have passed away are growing wildly in the wheat field of my heart, but the vague memories are angry and jointing in the lingering sunshine, and the indifferent years are proud to look up in my life.

Looking back, those once popular songs sang legends, and those legendary people raised countless new journeys at will. Those discrete years came back to me, those indifferent music sounded silently, those clear memories were picked up again, that boy taught me to grow up, that girl taught me to love, those vague youth, those vague attachments, everything, everything. ...

There is a past called youth, which remains the same, but youth is no longer there. ...

Chapter 3: The road to youth is like a meteor across the sky. We burn youth, dazzling, highlighting the growth of youth. When it faded away, I suddenly found that although it lost its glorious appearance, it was more valuable and attractive.

Pushing a bicycle on a drizzly road, a rain flower just landed on the handlebar, splashing gently in all directions, small and beautiful.

Growth is so beautiful, accompanied by the footsteps of youth.

Primary school, for me, is undoubtedly a carefree paradise. I stayed with my classmates and friends day and night, playing together and playing together. Six years passed quickly, leaving beautiful memories and pure friendship. In this way, I became a middle school student. Junior high school life has brought me unprecedented feelings. In the beautiful spring, no teacher led us to have a picnic under the cherry tree, nor did I let the kite in April hang on the cloud, but a group of teachers accompanied me and led me to struggle day and night. They worked silently and tirelessly, and when they saw my progress, the wrinkles on their faces deepened. I am no longer the silly partner, but a competitor. I cherish my friends, support and encourage each other, and make progress together. Less laughter, but that tacit look is enough. Cross the side street and come to a small park. Not lush, but also green, bathed in drizzle in the morning light, emitting a refreshing fragrance. It is not as soft and thick as the grass in summer, but it has sporadic green spots. Grass, bud, aren't you fighting the darkness with your heads and trying to break through the bondage?

Growing up is so painful, accompanied by the transformation of youth.

When, the in the mind a little more rebellious, difficulties full of whimsy, but few people agree. There is nowhere to vent, and it can't fade away. It just slowly precipitates and accumulates, quietly waiting for the day when it breaks out. Say "no" to parents for the first time, and shake your head to the teacher for the first time. But with a burst of anxiety, I always give up. Mom said that what adults do to me may not be right, but it will never be bad. I think like this, and I think about falling asleep for countless nights. So I seem to understand that people don't want to smooth out the edges and corners of my new life, but just hope that I can use the edges and corners to grind away the obstacles in my growth, instead of bumping into them at random. I'm grinding, hurting and holding on.

Growth is painful, accompanied by the cost of youth.

It's late at night, and it seems that I am the only one sitting under the desk lamp in the world, so quiet that I can hear my breathing. I'm tired and a little annoyed. Countless burdens around me, tangible and intangible, make me unable to move and stop. Going to school in the morning and going home with stars, tired; Teacher, tutor, small room, four walls, tired. But I'm not alone. I know someone must be waiting for me at the school gate, rain or shine. I know that no matter how late I struggle, there will be steaming milk on the table.

Butterflies do not experience the pain of transformation, nor do they have a beautiful image of dancing. Fashion does not cross the sky, there is no brilliant friction, and there is no unique value.

At this time, it rained heavily. I got on my bike and rushed forward with a smile. Although there is no raincoat to keep out the rain, I don't care. I don't know where my destination is, but I will go all out to burn my limited youth and prove the value of my growth with dazzling brilliance!

Chapter 4: What does youth mean? I can't help thinking deeply.

Some people will say that youth does not mean youth, spirit, vitality, cheerfulness and fashion!

I said: The most important thing for youth is to have the courage to overcome cowardice and setbacks.

Now we have enviable youth and capital that money can't buy, but we must not squander it.

Helen keller, a famous writer, was in her beautiful youth. At that time, she was full of lofty aspirations and infinite yearning for the future, but bad luck befell her. At the age of twenty, she was paralyzed and had to spend her life in a wheelchair, but she eventually became a famous writer.

The same is true of the famous musician Beethoven. Speaking of Beethoven, people can't help but think of some beautiful movements. In fact, he lived in a violent family since he was a child. In a beautiful youth, he was deaf due to various factors and could not hear the voices of all things in the world, but he eventually became a famous musician.

They have not become mediocre and self-destructive cowards because of their disabilities, but become celebrities admired by everyone, just because they have an inexhaustible desire for knowledge and happiness and are full of enthusiasm for pursuing career success. They are physically disabled but not mentally retarded, and they have the spirit to dare to overcome cowardice, frustration and knowledge.

There will inevitably be mistakes caused by various reasons on the road to knowledge, but this can never extinguish the warm and eager heart in our hearts.

Youth is not a journey of life, nor is it a beauty with red lips and brisk steps. It is a state in the mind, an idea in the mind, a prosperous period of rational thinking and the source of spring of life. As long as our minds are not old, we will all have a forever young life.

Time will leave a mark on people's faces, but the extinction of the fire of enthusiasm will leave scars and mistakes on the soul. Self-distrust bows the soul and turns youth to ashes.

We should understand that God has given us a lot of responsibilities while giving us youth. When we were growing up. How many people gave us selfless love, the care of parents and teachers, the kindness of classmates and friends, or a comforting word from a stranger when you were lost, all of which were selfless love and watered the flowers of our youth. Therefore, if we don't pay attention to youth and waste it carelessly, we will be sorry for ourselves and those who love us.

Don't be afraid of failure, because there will be signs of success behind failure;

Don't be afraid of the cold winter, because there will be a warm spring breeze blowing slowly behind the cold winter;

Don't be afraid of setbacks, because there will be a stronger self behind them.

Youth is an ideal; Youth is faith; Youth is persistence. Adhere to our love and yearning for life. Insist on our constant exploration and pursuit of life!

Then let us summon up courage and build up confidence in failure; Let's be optimistic in the cold winter; Let's hone ourselves in setbacks. Let's cherish youth together and fly happily in the sky of youth!

Chapter 5: The smell of youth is floating in the sky, with bags around and an endless road leading to the sun. Green grass on the road, accompanied by youth; Yellow sand is rolling in front of us, which is connected with youth. We walk with youth, and on the same front, fools strive for it as hard, which means a lot of things, sadness, struggle, youth and tears. ...

Even if we are hurt, we can't let tears cover our faces. We should clean them up. We should be strong and brave. Even if we get lost, we shouldn't engrave sadness on our foreheads. We should learn to forget and heal the wound slowly. We must believe that bread must be coated with soy sauce on the ground; The stars will eventually rise, and we will always know which side is the west and which side is moving. We walked, day after day, repeating the same action every day, simple and happy. Day after day, we listen to the wind conveying the message of rain and the sound of rain beating on the leaves. It's called "flower season, rainy season".

When we are struggling, struggling and depressed, we always feel the weight of loneliness. We are eager to know how to give us some warmth or a shoulder to lean on. Throughout the year, there is only one different beauty that will never change, and that is that we work hard every day. ...

We make every day ordinary and extraordinary, and everyone is working hard. If our life trajectory has not changed because of this contact or the college entrance examination, but has never crossed, can we not cry because we see our past in the dark? High school requires us to do more and think less. I know that high school students are not qualified to insist on anything. That's not our job scope. We should study hard and don't know when our grades will improve. Reality and dreams are always so far apart, and reality is so cruel that no one can resist it. The only thing we can do is to learn and change our destiny!

Tears are the product of feelings. When you are sad, tears fall like rain. I have heard that "when you shed tears because you miss the sun, you will also miss the bright stars". People can't miss it, just don't miss it artificially. Either everything has room for recovery, or you can't give up easily. If you have it, you should cherish it. Even if we can get it back, the broken glass is stuck and cracked! Many books and many words teach us fairness. I think it's shit. As long as the tears don't flow from your eyes, you will never know how bitter the tears are! After every grief, after every tear, I feel extremely weak. I think I know the taste of tears and hard work. I remember every day, every minute and every drop I give now. My injured wing will get better and fly higher one day. This is my initial dream, and my initial dream will come true.

The footprints we have traveled will accompany us through life, and it will degenerate into a motto, a sonata and a sonata of youth in our memory. Now we will play a song for youth. I want to taste my youth and feel my beauty forever and ever. ...

Chapter VI: Responsibility of Youth Youth-beautiful words sung by many poets. It is a critical period to fill the ideal and tap the potential of life; It was a wonderful time full of passion; It is a period to enhance the value of life, improve one's own quality and constantly improve oneself.

As teenagers, we should cherish life. When you see grass drilling out of the ground and chickens pecking through eggshells, do you realize that this is the birth of life? Do you think this is a beautiful thing? Life is precious and priceless, but it is short and limited. But in its life, it can do many things. Like Beethoven, Edison and Darwin, these great men did extraordinary things with ordinary lives, and they lived very valuable lives. We can also use the combination of youth and wisdom to do meaningful things. Youth is beautiful, and waving it is a crime. We can't give up life easily. If the youthful vigor and curiosity disappear, life will be meaningless.

We all know that life is given by our parents, and we should repay our parents well. Some people say that father loves a mountain and mother loves a lamp. The mountains are towering in the distance and the lights are warm nearby. Parents love each other deeply. This kind of love is hidden in ordinary life, which makes you imperceptible and sometimes puts on a picky coat. Parents are the sunshine of children. They give us warmth, support, guarantee our study and life, and guide us on the road of life. Parents' love is the greatest and most selfless love, so we will always be grateful. First of all, we should understand our parents, communicate with them more, and honor them. Filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The poem by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, expresses the love of parents all over the world and the heart of children in return for their parents. We should learn to care for our parents and honor them with practical actions.

As young students, we should study hard and repay our parents with excellent results. To have excellent grades, you must love learning. Love of learning means: study hard and study consciously. As Confucius said, never tire of learning, review the past and learn new things, think while learning, choose good and follow it, and don't be ashamed to ask questions. Teenagers are the most efficient part of human brain cells, so we must study hard. When encountering problems, we should dare to ask why, and ask questions that have not been asked before. We should be good at accumulating what we have learned, living in use and thinking. In the dictionary of teenagers, there is no word "difficulty". Take the time to study, black hair doesn't know to study hard, and it's too late to study; The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.

Teenagers should be prepared to serve the motherland in the future and be full of ideals. We are the flowers of the motherland and the pillars of the future country, and we should make contributions to the motherland. Therefore, we should study hard and go forward bravely, as Mr. Lu Xun said: I hope all the young people in China can get rid of the cold air and go up, without listening to what the self-destructors say. What you can do, what you can say. There is heat and light. Yes, we should add a dazzling light to our motherland.

Let us cherish life, love learning, repay our parents, honor our parents and serve our country ... Let our youth bear all the responsibilities.

Chapter 7: Youth is the most beautiful thing in life, like the morning of the day and the spring of the four seasons, like the sunrise at dawn, like flowers in bud, like horses galloping on the grassland, like eagles spreading their wings in the blue sky, like tigers roaring in the mountains.

Youth is an era full of hope and longing. How many seeds of hope should be sown in spring and how many beautiful dreams should be realized in youth. Weave a wreath with ideals and beliefs and build an ideal building with hope and courage. If you don't plant the seeds of hope in your youth, then regret will accompany you every moment of your life.

Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an. Youth is sweat, blood and the source of life.

To embrace youth is to embrace ideals, beliefs, hopes and courage, and to embrace passion, dreams, romance and imagination. Life is short, and youth is like dew in the morning. As soon as the sun comes out, it disappears without a trace. Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, light the lamp of ideal quickly, raise the sail of faith, hold the present hand tightly and work hard. Don't wait until tomorrow, don't wait until youth dies to pursue your ideal, it will only bring you endless regrets. You know, it's a pity that this ship can't carry much worry.

Embrace youth, create your own brilliant tomorrow with youth, sweep away the gloomy dust in your heart, and let life dance with your footsteps. Innovation is the ladder of one's progress. Without innovation, life has no vitality. Adolescence is the best period of life innovation. Give full play to your intellectual potential and let your life bloom in adolescence.

Embrace youth! Let the seven-color dream decorate your future road, blow a piccolo, fold a sweet-scented osmanthus, and go straight ahead towards the glorious horizon in the distance.

Chapter 8: Youth When your body and mind tend to be aging, everyone will feel why youth has left you so quickly. The continuous loss of youth with time makes you feel that it needs your treasure, because youth is priceless.

There are all kinds of losses in the world, but there is a kind of loss that is very helpless. It makes you regret it. At the cost of life, even if you have the power to return to heaven, you can only sigh and beat your chest. Not power, not beauty, but priceless youth.

There are thousands of kinds of property in the world, but one kind of property is the most precious. You may not realize this kind of possession and feel its value at all. With the passage of long years and countless changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will suddenly look back and find that there is no longer it in your life. Not status, not beauty, but magnificent youth.

Youth is an enviable capital. With a strong body, a blue sky can be propped up. With vigorous energy, you can cultivate a magical land; With great potential, you can become outstanding and impressive.

Life is like a journey, with a solemn and mysterious door in the middle. From one door to another, there is yearning, hard work, hardship and loss, which always leaves us with rich accumulation. Youth, the most important and precious stage of life, comes slowly in people's expectation and quietly passes away in people's cheers.

Youth is gone forever, which highlights its preciousness and priceless value. Therefore, to grasp youth is to show your own value and charm, write your own life path with priceless youth, and make this "road" broad and smooth in the age of youth. When you look back at yesterday's youth in the sunset, you should feel deep regret.

Youth is like a passionate song. If you want to sing this "song" with passion, you need to understand the melody of youth, turn every note in the melody into every fulcrum of youth, compose and play.

Youth is also like a "kite" flying in the sky. When the kite is windy, you need to pull the line that makes the kite fly to the sky. If the traction is large and appropriate, the kite will rise higher and float more gracefully.

Don't be a listener to youth, don't be a "wife-hater" who often complains that youth comes and goes in a hurry. Listening is just yearning for the melodious songs of others' youth, and complaining is just a confession of not cherishing the good times of youth.

Don't stand by while others are leading the trend of youth. You should integrate into this trend, let the tide of youth fall and render you, grasp your youth in the rendered artistic conception, and make it full of vitality and dreams.

Today, as we stand on this young battlefield, let youth become our "weapon" to win, to face strong enemies, to meet difficulties, and to reveal the dawn of "tomorrow" victory with passionate fighting spirit and tenacious spirit.

Youth is a short-lived "ballad". I felt very fresh when I sang for the first time. After you get familiar with it, there is no new existence. A cup of mellow youth "wine" leaves a faint fragrance in the mouth as soon as it enters the stomach.

Chapter 9: The lost youth is in her memory. In her dream, he said, I know you like me, but I don't know where my future lies. I can't take you anywhere. The echo accompanied her throughout her youth.

At this time, I was lying in the dormitory bed playing with my mobile phone when a rustle came. She just washed her hair and came out of the bathroom. I know that there is no hot water in the dormitory these days, only cold running water in the bathroom, and she is washing her hair with cold water again. I asked her in a low voice. She didn't seem to hear me and was busy wiping her hair with a towel. She bent down and was busy, which made me suddenly see the aging time through this layer of air. I don't know why, my heart suddenly becomes a little dim, and I can't help but feel that the trajectory of our life is slightly deviated and drifting away unconsciously.

I desperately want to catch it, want to keep it, but I can't. Time gradually abandoned us to find a new generation of boys and girls. What is left to us is resignation, resignation.

That time in the classroom, I accidentally saw a white hair mixed with quiet black hair. Although it's just a very humble and tiny white hair, it scares me. I think of old age and death. I looked at the sky alone and felt the breeze passing through my fingers. I am afraid that one day there will be no such opportunity, so I feel extremely precious and beautiful. When I looked at the sky and the sunset, my tears welled up. Sorry, there's nothing I can do. I was captured by time. I can only obey and give in.

Chapter 10: I sing a song for youth. Youth has always been an unforgettable injury, but there is time to heal it.

Young people are in their prime. We have the maturity of children's dreams, the leisure that adults long for, and the vitality that the elderly envy, but we also have their unpredictable sadness.

Happy composition

At the age of 16 or 17, we have no burdens on our shoulders and no worries about running around for money. We go to school happily, have a carefree rest and enjoy life with peace of mind.

We will walk and talk with our partners in groups in the lazy afternoon; I will also write and draw quietly in my own small space, depicting my future. There will be our little fairy tale in the future, and we are the protagonists in the fairy tale.

Sad lyrics

Young and frivolous, we sometimes have an invisible pressure. They can't see or touch, but they live in the softest place in their hearts. It hurts when they touch it.

The desks in the classroom are full of books. The college entrance examination is like an invisible hand on our heads, and the empty books are full of words. Get down when you are tired, fight again when you wake up, enjoy a little bit of life every day and overcome fatigue with a smile. All emotions are accumulated in my heart, and I will adjust my mood every once in a while and plunge into the sea of questions.

Youth shallow singing

Youth comes unexpectedly, so we can only get used to it and wait for it to slip away. But who wouldn't miss it if it did slide? Our beautiful youth left us unforgettable memories.

We read the rhythm of joy on sad days. Everyone strives for his ideal and doesn't want to get old. Because time does not allow you to squander, and after squandering, it is repentance.

In order not to leave regrets in the beautiful youth, we silently make a wish in our hearts: let us live an infinitely wonderful life in a limited time.

Maybe we are troubled by such anxious days, but when we calm down, you will find that youth is our proudest day.

I want to keep singing this song of youth.

Even if there is sadness, there is always sunshine.