Write a narrative essay of no less than 800 words on the topic of youth footprints

Spring is like flowers, but people remain the same. There are many flowers in the world, well-known and unknown, beautiful and ugly, some that bloom often and some that bloom infrequently, some that go with the seasons and some that depend on the seasons, but some flowers only have one flowering season, and good flowers never bloom. They are always blooming, but some flowers only bloom for a moment, like an epiphyllum that withers before we can see it! The same is true for youth, it varies from person to person, but people only have one flowering season, which is different from flowers!

Youth is lost when it has passed, and you will never look back. If you forget to take some beautiful photos during the flowering season, and wait until you miss the flowering period, and wait until we think of it and reminisce about it, you still can’t Looking back, time is like water and cannot be recovered.

Youth has many stories and attachments. The age of 18 is like a bouquet of blooming roses, beautiful and fresh, which makes people feel heart and lungs deeply and full of emotions! But because of our naivety at the beginning, we have not yet understood the preciousness of youth, have not yet had time to cherish it, and have not yet learned to cherish the moment, but it slowly flows away without us knowing it! When we truly know how to cherish and cherish the moment, youth still grows old! Understanding is a process, just like life is a process. This process takes time to experience, but once the experience is mature, time is running out!

People are good at showing off the value of youth, treating it as a kind of capital and squandering it to their heart's content. They use squandering life to prove the nobility of youth, use vanity to show its charm, and use indifference to prove its chicness. !

When the autumn wind rises, when the yellow flowers fall, when the youth is no longer there, when the sun is cold or warm, the body's capital is still at a loss, and yesterday's day cannot be saved, then I understand, just like waking up from a dream, it turns out that youth does not need to show off. , there is no need to prove that it is something we cannot afford to squander, because youth is not ours alone!

We were all young once, and we all had beautiful youth and beautiful dreams. Our youth is just a creation of nature and a gift from God. It is not our own capital. We have no capital to show off. Splurge! Childishness makes us wild and bohemian, makes us stubborn and prejudiced, makes us unrestrained and ecstatic! When maturity comes, we realize that youth is a song, a song sung with enthusiasm and energy; youth is a dream, a beautiful dream that allows us to overcome vanity and impetuosity and create a beautiful dream with solidity; youth is a dream that is made with solidity. The eagle, a vulture that is not afraid of difficulties and flies across the sky, makes life full of power!

Youth only comes to us, only once. In the beautiful flowering season, when we are happy, we must learn to cherish it, in difficult moments, learn to be patient, and in adversity, we must learn to struggle, so that youth can last forever. Beautiful memories, keep our best moments, and let the beauty be fixed in our hearts!

Youth Festival. Streaming light is flying

On a piece of fragrant paper, write all the meaning of the palindrome machine. I want to re-open the book and read it thousands and thousands of times.

Often, on a sunny afternoon, I would read the articles written long, long ago in the collection. I smiled at the childishness and youthfulness revealed between the lines. I don't know whether I feel more relieved or more sentimental about the vicissitudes of life every time I smile. On a sunny afternoon, the quiet thoughts are like the faint fragrance of cappuccino, making people linger in this charming time.

Those things that happened in the ignorant years look particularly green and clear under the projection of this sunlight. I always think stupidly, if I can completely burn those unpleasant memories; if I can completely remove those unbearable past events from the bottom of my heart; if, if everything in the past can be as satisfactory as I am now, , what a deep happiness it should be.

Actually, I shouldn’t have such lingering thoughts. Because in the past few years, my life has been so simple and mechanical. Like an ascetic, I cycle back and forth among the three points of words, books, and life. I plunged into my academic research and literary creation, unwilling to mention the past again or reveal too much about my feelings. Although I often have random thoughts, I would rather use the most beautiful and gorgeous words to cover up the haggardness and sadness in my heart. Metamorphosis is a relief to me.

When my eyes feel the deep tranquility of the blue sky, there will be waves of trembling in my heart, like leaves of expectation, longing for the warm sunshine to fill all the emptiness. I often knit my eyebrows in deep thought, wondering whether the years of dedicated practice are enough to smooth out and straighten all the criticism and inner condemnation I incurred at the beginning. When I still smile as brightly as a pear blossom, will it still be as sweet as nectar? The mood that has not yet opened up in summer is like the moving clouds in autumn, chasing everywhere endlessly.

I long to sleep in the gloomy forest under the warm sunshine, listen to the gurgling stream, listen to the soft whispers of the birds, and listen to the frangipani blossoms blooming peacefully in the wind. Thinking about the warmth and sweetness that have drifted away with summer, what kind of beautiful scene can fill the regret in my heart on such a winter day. The words I wanted to say but didn't say were like a small boat, bumping and undulating with the waves of time day and night.

There was once a fresh and smooth tune, which dripped into my budding heart along with the wind of that summer. Unconsciously, my heart and soul were wandering about it, and my emotions became mellow and exquisite.

When the summer sunshine disappears in the setting clouds, that tune gradually fades away in my heart. Until one day, a wave of sadness woke me up from my dream. In the wind in the middle of the night, I felt such a strange fragrance in my heart again. I suddenly remembered the complete warmth and sweetness I once had, like that fresh and smooth melody. At that time, I didn't know they were so close to me. But now, this pale thought makes people feel heartbroken and want to cry. Those emotions that have not had time to appreciate carefully have already stopped abruptly in the young years.

When the afternoon breeze, like a dragonfly's gauze-like wings, gently trembles, it still passes through my thoughts, pulling me back from the galloping wilderness. I was so sad that I lowered my head and wandered under the tree, sighing, as the colorful fallen leaves scattered and the generous red leaves filled the path. There is a quiet and quiet feeling, which in this silent winter, disappears in the afterglow of the setting sun, disappears in the green hills of the mountain streams, and disappears in the sun and moon in my heart. Occasionally, there is a kind of confused warmth, shining in my heart like a firefly, exploring its deep meaning in the dusk of despair.

My heart is sad and calm, in this coffee-like afternoon, like the calmness before a musician plays the pipa. My heart is filled with the pain of expectation. In this coffee-like afternoon, I am looking forward to the miracle of sunshine, which will one day illuminate every corner of my soul. My heart is heavy but light. In this coffee-like afternoon, the beautiful light that overflows in the sky has cast a ray of eternal love on my pear-shaped face. My heart is sad and sweet. In this coffee-like afternoon, one day, this perfect warmth will open up emotionally in the depths of my heart.

Youthful love vanishes into ashes

In the vicissitudes of time, we will always forget some distant memories, but some of them take root and sprout in our hearts like seeds and will never be forgotten. forget. Just like when we were in adolescence, we read Sanmao's stories about the Sahara Desert, Xi Murong's prose, and Wang Guozhen's poems. They bring infinite power to our hearts and accompany us throughout our youth.

No matter What kind of childhood, what kind of youth, no matter how many friends, no matter how much excitement, they belong to others after all. They are alone in their unique loneliness, playing an emotional game that belongs to two people, and indulge in it arrogantly and stubbornly. Everyone has two sides, they deceive each other, but they can't persist. When they turn around and leave, the sunshine of memory is like fragments, spreading all over their bodies and faces. Looking back again and again, only the sweet black wind is left chirping back and forth in the night sky of memory.

They are all young children, filled with emotions and sadness that cannot be overcome. Experience is a beautiful thing, it can make us grow into strong children. Just like those people who have existed in life, they may not last long but are still engraved on the tip of my heart one stroke at a time. This is enough.

Maybe one day, we will stand in the season of falling leaves, laugh at the smiling faces and childish persistence of those young people, despise the vicissitudes of time with a steady heart, and embrace it with a mature emotion The thick and scarred arms of life. At that time, strange ripples began to rise in the river, one after another, breaking through the cage, flooding the earth, and reaching the edge of the universe. A star has fallen. The beautiful wings of the butterfly are broken. Youth is fleeting and disappears into ashes. No tears. Hit the rusted heart with a hammer. pain.

Love, how heavy is this word, and how many people can truly understand it? If you love someone, do you have to stay with them for the rest of your life? True love is about not changing your heart the moment you walk into the coffin. But is this true? Who knows?

The cruel reality is that now I can only look at the figure of love in the distance with tears in my eyes. Just like a lonely lamp in the vast sea, no matter how strong you are or how hard you struggle, you can't escape the fate of being destroyed by the violent storm. From beginning to end, it is only a matter of time.

Maybe growth is like this. Along the way, you meet some people and things, and you give something and get something. After the smile there may be tears, after the pain there will be memories. Counting it in such detail in my memory, all the past events seem to be before my eyes, so clear. Experiencing a relationship is like losing all the prosperity of youth, and it hurts to the point of loneliness. But the past is past, we still have to smile and look forward. Even the end of the road is still very long. Perhaps, all stories, all endings, all sadness and loneliness, encounters and partings are like rotting flowers of words, withering in an unknown place that no longer dances.

Youth, love, growth, and transformation are all completed unconsciously. The beauty and sadness, beauty and cruelty must be experienced by oneself. Even though we are constantly craving for the warmth, we also know that she has disappeared into the riverbed of life and will never be found for a moment again. Endless life is a beautiful dream. Just like that love. It has bloomed like fireworks.

Those times when one is allowed to be willful are called youth.

Those times when one is allowed to be willful are called youth.

Maybe I am no longer allowed to be willful, but relax, there is no need for everyone to remind me that I am wasting my youth.

What do people live for? One hundred people will have one hundred answers, but if it is like someone said: "When you are young, you exchange your life for money, and when you are old, you exchange money for your life." Then I would like to ask: "Is the length of life more important, or the process of life?" "Is it important?"

Compared to most people, my ideas will be considered by them as not being progressive, not enterprising, not accumulating, not... and so on. well! Well, I was introspecting, introspecting and introspecting, and finally I realized a truth - the world always considers what the majority of people think is "yes", and ignores what a small number of people think is not. Oh, this is such a nostalgic feeling - I remember it was when I was in the first grade of elementary school. The teacher gave me the position of leader of the math group. At that time, I didn't know what the teacher would do after finishing the exercises. Give us the correct answer to check. So I used my power as the group leader to check the answers first - any answer that is the same as what I wrote is correct.

Oh, look how great I was then!

People sometimes get anxious when others think differently than they do, so they want to instill their own ideas into others. Trying your best to make others think that "my" thoughts are the right ones. This is to make others recognize yourself, enhance self-confidence and strengthen your beliefs.

It is undeniable that most people will have this idea, and most people in modern society will obtain the recognition of others through three ways-money, reputation and status. Those who have mastered these three things will be able to master them with ease, while those who don't have the skills can only become slaves.

Why? Why do you have to prove something? Why do you have to prove something to whom? Are you living for others or for yourself?

Butterflies have a short life, but their life is very colorful. They lived so amazingly and unforgettably. However, I believe that butterflies do not exist just for people to see their beauty. Not to mention that if someone sees its beauty, he will die without regrets. It exists only for itself! Its beauty is only because of its nature! No need to prove anything to anyone.

Everyone has the right to choose life. What the majority of people think is "right" is right; what a few people think is "wrong" is also right. Why be anxious? Let go of your prejudices and respect other people's choices. You can't persuade them to give up their current job and do what you do just because your income is higher than that of a scavenger. There will always be a division of labor in the world.

So young people, spend your youth to the fullest. This is the path of exploration in life. Is it worth it? Ask your heart! It is impossible for people to walk in the right direction every step of the way. Sometimes they will take some detours, which will become memorable memories. Very early on, I heard someone say: memory is the source of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we cannot avoid.

We have come from sadness, quietly, and passed through many days like this; looking back, the sad look between the eyebrows is like a mark, fixed in the position of youth. , creating waves in the river of life. After passing by, that is our youth, with a touch of bitterness, melting into the gentle melody.

Dreams and happiness are the main contents we pursue. Therefore, sadness and confusion have become the basic tones of youth. We live a leisurely life, and like all lonely children, we want to subvert everything, including ourselves, and wander on the edge between ideal and reality. In fact, it should be said to be a dream, even an ideal that cannot be realized. I think we all have dreams too. Dreams are in the distance, just like happiness is in the distance, just like all the sadness and confusion are in the distance. And in the distance, we know nothing except the distance, or there is nothing in the first place.

In this way, all that is left are memories, even melancholy memories. The warmth that I thought I had long forgotten will come to my face through the gap of time.

Lu You, who was in his dying years, wrote this poem after experiencing the sorrows and joys of the human world: "As I grow old, I have forgotten everything in the world, and I still see peonies in my dreams." It is conceivable that the desolate and desolate Lu You How did the old poet make a peony that sometimes disappears and appears in his dream cover the vast world events? It is a memory, a memory about youth, a beautiful memory about youth.

Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the youth that can be recalled in the future, at least not let it be blank. Maybe, many years from now, when we sit alone on a park bench and watch the sunset, let a smile appear on our lips. This lonely image seems to make passers-by sympathize. However, who can understand the wonderful journey we took at that time? We are sitting in the carriage of memory, embarking on a journey of happy memories non-stop. We will remember a winter night, with snowflakes still falling outside the window, and the family talking about homely things around the stove. While her mother was doing needlework, she kept telling her that she should learn to take care of herself while studying abroad. She was reading a collection of ancient poems bound in thread, and she didn't take her mother's words to heart at all. We will remember that one summer, the sunshine that day was very gentle. We walked to the corner of the stairs and bumped into the girl we had a crush on for a long time. The dress she was wearing was blue with white flowers clearly visible in her eyes. We will remember...

We will remember all the memories related to youth.

So, many years later, when we face this memory album again, all we have to do is touch these yellowed pages, and then look at the afternoon sun and smile. A long time ago, I heard someone say: memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we cannot avoid.

Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the youth that can be recalled in the future, at least not let it be blank. Maybe, many years from now, when we sit alone on a park bench and watch the sunset, let a smile appear on our lips. This lonely image seems to make passers-by sympathize. However, who can understand the wonderful journey we took at that time? We are sitting in the carriage of memory, embarking on a journey of happy memories non-stop. We will remember a winter night, with snowflakes still falling outside the window, and the family talking about homely things around the stove. While her mother was doing needlework, she kept telling her that she should learn to take care of herself while studying abroad. She was reading a collection of ancient poems bound in thread, and she didn't take her mother's words to heart at all. We will remember that one summer, the sunshine that day was very gentle. We walked to the corner of the stairs and bumped into the girl we had a crush on for a long time. The dress she was wearing was blue with white flowers clearly visible in her eyes. We will remember...

We will remember all the memories related to youth. So, many years later, when we face this memory album again, all we have to do is touch these yellowed pages, and then look at the afternoon sun and smile.

Gazing at the willow shadows on the shore, I walked into the memory of my youth. The world was once a world of green grass and flowers, but today it is covered with a layer of silver frost. Because for a thirty-year-old person, playing the chord of youth is probably a bit outdated.

However, after all, I have stayed in this life station. Look at those crooked footsteps on the road, aren't they just the footprints of a toddler? When you listen to that simple willow flute tune, isn't it the call of your heart? What a persistent pursuit, what a naive fantasy, without falsehood or sorrow. And those frivolous things are the footprints of my youth. That was the path I took when I was confused by the ups and downs of the times. Yes, the youth I still remember vividly was a time of distress, a time of fanatical passion and shocking slogans. I also studied hard in the cold window, always wanting to get rid of the gift of ten years of catastrophe to our generation - the childish dust and shallow mud of the ignorant cloudy sky. However, who can escape the filthy air of the times?

What is gratifying is that I am awake and I understand that life is the alternating weaving of sentimentality and joy, and the constant transposition of bravery and cowardice.

No failures and setbacks, no pain and hesitation. So how can I taste the pride of success and the joy of victory? How can I get rid of the childish and shallow footprints? So I looked ahead and seemed to see a harvest season coming towards us. . . . .

In spring, when we turn 18 on the first day, we feel that youth is a vibrant green, a burning green flame, and a rising sun. Youth is not just a time in life, nor does it just mean rosy cheeks. Youth is a state of mind, a kind of unremitting energy, rich imagination and hot feelings, and an endless green flame.

Youth, only burning, is a true youth. In the season of youth, the flowers of dreams bloom every day. Each dream with wings is the kindling that ignites this green flame. Therefore, adolescence cannot be without dreams! As long as there is a dream, there will be burning, and the fire of youth will burn brighter and stronger; as long as there is a dream, there will be hope, and even in the cold winter, youth will ignite a vibrant spring!

Youth is a kind of pride, even an inflated pride! Youth can be proud of all the obstacles called difficulties in the world, and can cross any mountain that reaches the sky! As long as this is a kind of burning youth, it will produce an indestructible heat energy. There is no difficulty that is not afraid of this burning youth.

Having youth means having a brand new world and a sunny morning. But if you don’t have dreams in your youth, or if you don’t dream of tomorrow or burn today, then this youth is just a pile of dead ashes. If you don’t burn yourself, if you don’t have hope, you will never find the season when spring flowers bloom. Countless wrinkles will be engraved on your supposedly young soul. Regret, fear, and inferiority will distort your soul and turn your youth into ashes.

This understanding belongs to us, yours, and our peers who are having youth. Then let our youth burn together, let the soaring flames show the magnificence and power of youth of our generation!

Remember, only by burning youth can your life shine brightly

Unconsciously, I have climbed sixteen mountains;

Silently and without trace, I have jumped over sixteen small rivers;

I have entered youth ignorantly.

What kind of world is this? No one has answered, so I can only explore, think, and try to get out of this confusing darkness.

I found that this is a chaotic world. Everything is so strange, so novel, and from time to time there are adventures that frighten me. I am stimulated, excited, and eager. Everything out of the ordinary is waiting for me to start.

Dance with the trend and go crazy with the world.

I found that this is a dream world. All is mine. There is no restraint, no discipline, and the happy heart is flying in the clear blue sky. Do whatever you want, sink and float in the long river of fantasy, unable to extricate yourself, let time stop, I would like to sleep forever, let dreams corrode, I would like to sink.

I discovered that this is a crazy world. All the people and things are sometimes far away in the world, and sometimes very close at hand, making it difficult for me to see clearly or grasp them. The heaviness that had just begun to disappear came in like a raging wave, and then pulled away like air. Why? I asked everyone, but everyone smiled but did not answer. Their eyes were full of expectation and encouragement. I understood, turned around and returned to that crazy world, and let the madness continue with my madness.

I found that this is a confusing world. The pain that comes from time to time makes me depressed, as if it reminds me that I have lost something, and I don’t understand. Everything before my eyes became extremely blurry, as if it disappeared when the wind blew. I tried to hold on to something, but it was all in vain. What gradually became clear was what I had discarded. Next week's test, tomorrow's recitation, and soon the general exam... Although I am irritated, I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and my heart is calm without any ripples.

I found that this is an indescribable world, with ups and downs, as well as dreamy castles, virtual and real. Only by savoring it with your heart can it be as vast as it once was. What kind of feeling is what kind of perspective.

One day, when I look back, I realize that I have entered youth.

After the confusion, everything is rebuilt, like a new life;

We are so lucky.