My youth bookstore composition 700 junior high school

The night is quiet as water, and the rain is falling. The rain floating into the eaves stained the title page of youth. The wind has invaded my dream with my sleepiness, blowing away the word youth, and it appears in the morning light when I wake up in the morning.

Time is too thin, fingers are too wide, and it always slips through my fingers inadvertently, reaching for it and catching only air. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and only a few white clouds wander in the sky, stuffing the precipitation of youth into the gap of time. Time rolls up everything that is too pure, but it is as plain as boiled water.

When the fireworks in full bloom at midnight have burned out their warmth, only a few twinkling stars are left for us to ponder. Wandering in the past time and space, open the book that carries all our youth. It moistens your eyes heavily, and the falling tears fall into the river of time without the ripples of the past.

What you want to say is hidden in your heart; Some happy past, let it go for a long time. Whether it is family or friendship, the person who cares most is often the one who hurts the most and loses the most. Although I know this is the case, I often can't help secretly caring and thinking, just secretly hiding, so desperately. I just want to protect my humble self-esteem that has been ignored by others for a long time.

God gave us a blank sheet of paper, and then let us decorate it beautifully; Always full of energy; Sublimate with sincerity; With true love, every painting becomes eternal, branded into your history, and cannot be repeated. When the white paper is densely covered with the notes we drew, and then the music is composed by the hand of time, the melody of youth is intertwined with sadness and joy, and the notes that cannot be rewritten tremble in the middle.

When memory hits your wasted youth, the sky overflows with sweet and sour rain. Smile, smile and face it. Every second is precious. You will take pains to stop and look back, but time will not wait for you. It has left you and continues to run forward vigorously. When you finish, you will be surrounded by other scenery.

The journey is tortuous, with ice, heavy rain and stumbling blocks. I don't know whether the road ahead is an unfathomable pool or a calm lake; Or sunshine avenue full of flowers. Anyway, I don't care about the thorns on the road or the danger ahead. I tied my shoelaces and hit the road.

Youth needs strength, and the best time in life cannot be blowing in the wind. Grasping the midsummer of life should be the answer to our satisfaction with life. Sunset does not regret, always have a clear conscience, especially when we still have capital, our capital is still young.