Appreciating Xi Murong's youth requires concrete analysis, and the number of words is not less than 200 words.

It's like sitting alone in a cold theater after the curtain falls and recalling the wonderful chapters that once flowed on the stage, like standing in autumn leaves and listening to the crisp rhythm of spring life, like trudging back to an oasis full of hope in a silent desert. Through the journey of life, I sang Xi Murong's youth over and over again, and chewed the sweet sadness over and over again. When the smoke of youth clears, the stove of life is still warm and hot.

Youth is a sigh and has nothing to do with depression. There is only one sentence at the beginning of the poem: "All endings have been written and all tears have started". The infinite sadness about the passing of youth and the infinite bitterness about the short life seem to cover the sky at once and firmly grasp the readers' hearts. Like tears of parting, it moistens every sensitive and fragile life.

Then the author began to pursue the distant youth, and this pursuit not only did not soothe the tired heart, but made the author fall into a deeper sigh: "I read and reread with tears in my eyes//but I have to admit that//Youth is a book that is too hasty." According to common sense, there seems to be some connection between lament and depression; However, in the tearful sigh of youth, we feel the persistent and firm figure of the pursuer. This sigh has nothing to do with depression. This sigh is a dazzling spark caused by the collision between gorgeous dreams and ruthless reality. This sigh is a sharp contrast between fiery youth and plain life. This sigh is a helpless sigh of short life and eternal years struggle.

There is indeed a sigh in life that has nothing to do with depression. It is related to the cry in the depths of life. It is the persistent footprint of the pursuer and the eye of the thinker. Just like Chen Ziang's exclamation on the stage of Youzhou, which shocked ancient and modern times and resounded around the world: "Where are those lost times before me?" Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fall! " It is a kind of sadness that doesn't hurt people, and it is a kind of silence that doesn't anger itself.

Youth is the pursuit of beauty. The author is looking for the "ancient summer" in the heart full of tears, so he saw the young life passing by the lake like a cloud shadow in the silence of the years, and then saw the smiling face like a faint sunset reflected in the distant and confused Shan Lan. Although the dream of pursuing is immersed in tears, although the result of pursuing is floating in the wind, the beautiful figure of pursuing is deeply imprinted on the hot land of life.

To some extent, the height of pursuit determines the height of life. It should be said that objective beauty is often short-lived, just like the floweriness and withering, like the green and withered grass, like the charm and haggard face, as if it had been "dark in the morning, but the night has turned into snow" in a blink of an eye; But the nobleness of life lies in emotion and spirit, as Pascal said: "Man is just a reed, the most fragile thing in the world, but he is a thinking reed, and all the nobleness of man lies in thinking." Because in the process of thinking, the fleeting beauty in life will solidify into eternity in my heart. In the pursuit, perhaps the face of youth will not come back, but the blood of youth can surge in the body again; Perhaps the happiness of youth is nowhere to be found, but the tenderness of youth can re-fill the heart. In the afterglow of the sunset, we pursue the splendor of the sunrise, and in the bleak autumn wind, we pursue the prosperity of the crowd.

In a sense, what we are looking for is not the past, but a kind of warmth, a kind of strength and a kind of beauty! Maybe a person's body is strong, but his heart is dead; Maybe a person is weak, but his heart is full of spring. Where to find the lost youth? Spiritual home is lush, where the scenery is the most beautiful.

Youth is a feeling of walking with life. When we follow the author to see youth drifting away like smoke, the bonfire of life is burning brightly. The author seems to have read all the vicissitudes of life, looking up at today's situation and recalling the rosy clouds of the past. Tears wet not only the hard-to-find youth, but also the ruthless life. The beauty, brevity and sadness of youth, the author's regret for youth is not just the amplification of his understanding of life? Life and youth can't be copied. Life and youth have colorful colors. Youth is a book that is too hasty. Isn't life just a sloppy book? Recalling youth leads us to think about cherishing life.

Behind the dazzling colors of youth, there are also lost gloom, and the building of happiness in life is also built on the cornerstone of pain. Youth and life are interpreting such philosophical propositions: happiness and pain, happiness and sadness. Pursuit and loss are inseparable parts of life. In * *, we played a magnificent and touching symphony of life together. Only by clearly recognizing the shortness of youth and life can we truly understand and cherish, enjoy the happiness of life, accept the sadness of life and cherish the dribs and drabs of life.

Of course, the reason why the author's understanding of youth and life is so euphemistic and touching is that the author did not talk about youth and life with empty and abstract reasoning, but sank into the deepest part of the soul and played the most sincere heart melody of life. This melody reverberates on the stage of life, this melody ripples in the smile of youth, and this melody lingers in the footsteps of life.

It can be seen that the real power of the work should be drawn from the heart, so that the individual's feelings can be sublimated into the * * * sound of the group, which is like a sentence by Jie Jiang, a poet in the Song Dynasty: "Young people listen to the rain platform to sing, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples! Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, and the next step is until dawn. "The author writes about personal life experiences, but isn't it the epitome of many people's lives? Talk with tears, wrapped in the sigh of life.

Build an altar of youth, not to worship the lost years, but to embrace a promising future; Bitter tears shed, not to drown the flowers of youth, but to nourish the trees of life.