My Youth Composition

My Youth

Youth is a piece of white and flawless paper. People can’t help but take colorful brushes and smear on it, leaving traces of it and writing it down. A series of memories. . . . . .

Youth is a romantic poem. There will always be people who condense the ups and downs, sweat, laughter and sorrow into sentimental words, leaving every trace of emotion and a little bit of poetry. . . . . .

Youth is a beautiful song. Those passions and achievements gather into a string of notes that rotate and dance, composing the dreams in our hearts and outlining a moving blueprint. . . . . .

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Youth is even more like a cocoon. Within the bitter coat, there is throbbing and hope, waiting for the moment when we break out of the cocoon and we will embrace the world. . . . .

After ten years of hard work, in the golden October, in the fleeting time, when the sand of time we hold in our hands quietly slipped away for another three years, we finally passed. The hour hand of the clock on the wall stepped into the university that I had long dreamed of. Here we begin to compose another topic about youth, touching the youthful skin with a more real touch, and feeling the breath of hugging and kissing her in this last ivory tower.

However, only when we got here did we realize that maybe we had let go not only our youth, but also those demons that had been dormant for many years. Here we have more time, less stress, more space and less nagging. We started sleeping until we woke up naturally, started skipping classes, and started getting lazier and lazier. Too much time came suddenly, as if it was suffocating me like the sea water. I started to struggle and resist, but I really couldn't find anything to interest me. So the dormitory became my universe, my prison, and my tomb. As more and more time passed, I began to become depressed, numb, and empty. I began to get used to staring at the computer screen with empty eyes. The floating icons could not touch my heart, but they were killing my time. The best medicine. In this narrow prison, I began to wonder more than once whether my heart was freed or imprisoned. In this emotional tomb, I began to have no emotion about time and life. I clearly told my soul that I was about to lose myself, but how could I redeem my sealed heart and lonely soul?

College is the desire and pursuit of every young person who is struggling in high school, but only when you truly embrace it will you discover how great everything here will be for you who are unprepared. A test where you may soon lose yourself and indulge yourself. Those people who come and go around you may be more mature than before, but they are also the same and have more meaningless laughter. But life is always yours, and nothing will change because of others. Just be yourself, even though it's more difficult.

As winter passes and spring comes, the flowers fade and bloom, and the campus becomes more vibrant. The flying catkins, floating and sinking, cheered for joy under the sunshine of spring, performing their own short-term happiness. Clusters of bright flowers are not willing to be left alone, vying to bloom the beauty that has been dormant all winter. When I walked out of the dormitory that I had not stepped out for a long time, the warm sunshine was like a soldering iron, burning my eyes, burning my heart, and awakening my soul - this kind of life was what I had earned with the blood, tears, hard work, sweat and toil of my youth in high school. The result? No! This is absolutely not the case! On the road of youth, you may fall because of your youthful exuberance, you may lose your way due to various temptations, and you may temporarily lose your dreams because of the cruelty of reality. But we can also find the right direction again and again, get up bravely again and again, stop hesitating, and move forward bravely. Youth is perishable, and time will abandon you if you squander it. We are never afraid of losing, so even a brief period of confusion in college cannot really blind us from our firm determination to pursue our dreams. When we first enter college, we may really not be able to adapt to this kind of life managed by ourselves. After all, we have grown up and studied under constraints since kindergarten. So when we suddenly find that we have so much time to arrange, we inevitably feel hesitant, making it difficult to use our time effectively. But in such a beautiful season of youth, we deserve to gain something. So, go out bravely! Join two or three clubs you like and ignite the passion of youth with a group of like-minded friends. Don't pay attention to the boring idea that "if you can't be the boss, it's better not to do it". As long as you give, shed tears, and smile, it proves that your efforts are not in vain. I believe you will gain a lot there.

Let’s try our best to make our university life colorful, with many activities, clubs, part-time jobs, bold speeches and diligent study. Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again. We also only have one youth, and twenty is the age when we are in our prime. We have a lot of youth to bloom wildly, to cry stubbornly, to laugh happily, and to fall in love vigorously. Because we are not afraid of losing, failure is an essential note of youth.

I hope you will adopt it, it took a lot of time to write, it is a hard work!