Composition, my youth has

The first article: My youth, I can't afford to gamble.

I cried, I was tired, and I practiced sports for more than 100 days. I kept running and running. I am moved by every progress. I feel how strong I am for the first time, how strong I am. I always listen to the compliments around me, get used to the encouraging eyes of others, and follow every step of success. I thought I would succeed. ...

On the evening of April 2 1, I thought I could face the first battle of the senior high school entrance examination with a normal heart, but I always tossed and turned, dreaming that I was eager to have a beautiful dream and meet the new dawn ... This is providence, coincidence and unfairness. Early in the morning, a rain, the first feeling, is terrible, but I don't want to postpone it. I prayed and experienced many times. "I have been suppressing my inner uneasiness. It seems that there is a strong desire and it also implies a moment of success. I have been silently telling myself that "hard work will always pay off", yes, 100 days, no regrets.

What should come will always come. The teacher said that psychological suggestion can work. I tried to cover it up. Maybe I succeeded and tried my best. So much effort, only two minutes of passion. If you miss it, everything in those youth will be in vain, and all the tears and sweat will be in vain. I'm glad that I can say goodbye to it with a smile after the tears are all over the playground! 30.4 points gave me a great relief. I thought my parents should be satisfied, but my father said ...

That night, after dinner, my father and I talked about volunteering. "If you don't pass the exam, will you repeat it?" I am completely speechless. My mother didn't say anything, just gave me a silly look. Dad, I know I am your only spoiled princess. In the love castle you built for me wholeheartedly, it is full of pink love and care, which binds me tightly in your country. You always pull me when I fall down due to gravity. So, I recklessly squandered everything that belongs to me, trying to make you proud of me. I did it, too. Over the years, because of you, I also learned. Who can guarantee that I can be admitted to a satisfactory school after I repeat my studies for one year? I have no bet, I can only tell you, "Let me choose!" " "

Youth is a dream. After dreaming, it is an empty multiple-choice question. Four life choices are like a crossroads in life. If I am sure, I can make a decisive choice. If I hesitate, I can only look forward to sunny days in the distance. ...

Youth, madness, no regrets.

Chapter Two: My Youth Manifesto

Youth, seemingly distant, is fleeting.

Youth is an onion. Out of curiosity, we always want to peel it off layer by layer, but there is always one layer that makes people cry.

Youth is a drama, with sorrow and joy, sadness and joy, all of which are real. Maybe everything will be illusory after it happens, but the comedy of youth is our lifelong pursuit.

Youth is more than a blank sheet of paper. It has the most beautiful and dazzling color in the world.

Youth is not just a dream. When we have gone through a long journey, youth will leave us some dreamlike memories, even if it is painful or sad, we can't forget it.

Youth is not a book. When we turn over a boring novel, we may never remember the story and never want to turn it over again. On the other hand, youth is different from books. Whether happy or sad, scattered bits and pieces will leave a deep impression in our minds.

In such a transparent season, I also have my advantages and the pursuit of green leaves. Although my face will grow with unsatisfactory "beautiful youth", although we don't know what youth is, we know that we are maturing day by day in adolescence, and we don't want our youth to be dull, because youth is beautiful.

Youth is coming. In this youth, I will become a big boy and a girl who loves to dream. I will join the team of joy and pain. In front of joy, you will see my knowing smile on your face. On the brink of danger, I became braver and stronger. The diary of youth is no longer a running account without feelings. I will also have my troubles, my little-known secrets. Of course, away from the wind chimes of the years, youth will quietly leave me. However, how helpless, I suddenly feel that there is something missing in my life, but I can't tell what it is. That smell is like being hypnotized by a hypnotist, suggesting that the fruit in your hand is a sweet and fragrant peach; When you ate with relish, even the peach juice you shed was sucked clean, he suddenly woke you up with a bang, letting you find that the lemon in your hand was actually sour and bitter, which made you cry. The key to tears is not the bitterness of that mouth, but the youth you once owned and the memories you once owned. Makes you feel like you've fallen from heaven to hell. I don't understand: why do people always know regret after experiencing encounter, happiness, frustration and pain? I can't let my youth pass like running water. Therefore, in this poetic youth, I swear: I will definitely make progress and play a role in my youth that I will never regret.

After all, youth is fleeting.