Youth articles

We have left ignorance and ushered in our youth. Youth, let us be presumptuous, let us let go, appreciate the freedom like the wind and feel the freedom like the cloud, because youth has given us the peak of life, we don't need to be mature, we are no longer ignorant, we only have perseverance.

Life is the pursuit of ideals, and ideals are the indicator of life. Without this lamp, you will lose the courage to live. Therefore, only by adhering to the lofty ideals of life can we not get lost in the ocean of life. Tolstoy divided the ideal of life into the ideal of life, the ideal of a stage, the ideal of a year, the ideal of a month, even the ideal of a day, an hour and a minute. Hearing this, classmates, have you thought of your ideals?

The flower season of life is the spring of life, beautiful but short. As a college student, during this period, we should study hard, make continuous progress and find a sky of our own. Youth is the hope of the motherland and the future of the nation. Everyone is the master of his own tomorrow.

A philosopher once said, "I walked a lot in my dream and woke up in bed." It vividly tells us a truth: people can't live in dreamy ideals. Yes, people should not only have ideals, but also dream boldly, and work hard, lying in their ideals and waiting for a new beginning. If it is not only far away, even what they already have will be lost. Students, are you also wandering in your dreams?

The predecessors said well, "Where there is a will, there is a way", and where there is no will, there is a way. What has no ambition is only a dream, the so-called "ideal". No matter how beautiful and perfect their blueprints are, they are just castles in the air and a mirage. Students, are you a person with long-term ambition or a person with eternal ambition?

Finally, I want to end today's speech with a sentence from Liang Qichao: "Teenagers are wise, teenagers are rich, teenagers are strong, teenagers are progressive, teenagers are superior to the land, so the country is superior to the land." Let's sweat all the way, drink all the dust, chew all the hardships, and let youth continue to burn under the red flag; May every young man embrace his own ideals, ride the wind and waves in the voyage of life and forge ahead bravely!

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Flying Ideals —— The Germination of Hope (similar to a composition speech)

Each of us is going from childhood to maturity step by step, just like sailing against the water with the brave along a river.

When we were young, we all had some beautiful, beautiful and somewhat naive and unrealistic fantasies, just like colorful pebbles by the river. We were all drunk by those gorgeous colored pottery. Gradually, when we grow up, our eyes shift from pebbles under our feet to the front. At the source of this river, stands a majestic and towering snow-capped mountain, which is fascinating. We call it-ideal. A most beautiful word! ~

Ideal contains our yearning for the future, our hope for the future and our longing for a better future.

Golden childhood, precipitation childhood happiness, precipitation faint fragrance. Just like the old daughter is red, the longer it gets, the more fragrant it gets, and the longer it gets, the less satisfied it is with the aftertaste. When I was a child, my greatest dream was that my parents could buy me more toys and delicious food. Now it seems that I feel how naive I was when I was a child.

When I grow up, I gradually understand: "The ideal does not lie in a delicate flower. It needs our eager eyes to nourish it and our sincere hearts to care for it. "

Indeed, everyone has an ideal, but the key to making this beautiful ideal come true is to look at yourself. Cheer up in failure, work hard in cheer up, and win in hard work. This is the spirit we want. As the saying goes, "Where there is a will, there is a way". I believe that as long as we study hard, be practical and reliable, we will definitely make our ideal come true! ~

Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark; Ideal is the lamp that illuminates the road at night.

Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.

Of course, the ideal is also a kind of motivation, which pushes us forward.

Let's put wings on our ideals, and let's fly them together! ~

Have a crush on sb

Pick up the pen and put it down.

Missing is a pupated silkworm. You can see it clearly at first sight. However, when you really want to spin silk, you can't get past that starting point. So I use a pen to program my feelings, and then dig them out for you step by step.

I think in this era, letters are undoubtedly very backward. In this chaotic era, everything is no longer complete. The process of growing up is to wrap yourself in scars until you no longer trust anyone or anything, and even you begin to doubt yourself. Finally, I can't see happiness, and I gradually forget the taste of sadness. I always thought that I would be replaced by these numbness and assimilation, hypnotize myself day after day and live a quiet life that I didn't want to live.

Until you showed up.

Sunshine, shining.

Always wanted to ask: when can I find someone, and then once, forever?

Maybe I am lonely. I saw my concern standing in the air, but I forgot that little hope in my heart was growing slowly. Now I can't even understand my own mood. Those solar terms with happiness and sadness in turn flooded me. It seems that the world can be subverted by your words. When loneliness is filled with thoughts and time is scattered by warmth, where is the exit? And I met you, was doomed by heaven at the meeting, or just passed by. Will my sincere hope be illuminated or buried in the dark picture?

I'm praying for my happiness, but I don't know who to pray to.

Believing in Buddhism, does it help?

If happiness is about you, will your happiness have anything to do with me? If happiness is something that will make everyone feel happy and satisfied, then is this happiness borrowed or copied?

There is always hope for the future.

I hope to have you in my future.

There is your smile, your kindness, your temper and your smell.

You and I are together, counting the flowers and falling, listening to the sound of the wind, walking hand in hand through every corner, walking hand in hand through the haze and desolation, and heading for unknown happiness.

This is my hope. What about yours?

Graffiti, I don't understand it at all, but I think you will understand what I have to say.

This time, please let me raise my hand and feel the beauty.

disloyalty

This happened six years ago. At that time, I was only 12 years old and only a sixth-grade student. It's hard to understand that I can say such hurtful things to my father! I still clearly remember something that I may never forget in my life. That time I answered my father's face. After the conversation, there was silence, except for mother's sobs.

I don't know when it started. It seems that when I was five years old, my father and I became the closest and most strangers. Basically, I won't have language communication with my father, and I don't know why! Since then, I have been picking on my mother and will only tell her everything. My brother said I was my mother's follower, and I smiled happily. Between my two brothers, my mother gave me more love. When I was a child, my mother often told me how much my father loved me! Every time my mother says something, I always change the subject or just walk away! I wish there was no father in my mind, only my mother's love.

The topic of my composition was: & gt I only wrote a few words "I wish he didn't exist"! As a result, I only got 60 points in this exam. The head teacher was very angry and asked me what was going on. How can I treat study as a joke? I lowered my head and told her not to say anything. "He is your father. How can you do this? " The teacher's words are very tasty. Father? Hey, I just hate my real father. "I just hate him. I hate him." I almost yelled at the opposite teacher, then grabbed my schoolbag and ran out. Run from the office to the river and shout at it! The hatred in my heart is stronger.

I have become more lawless! I go to school early every day, but I don't go home. From the former "three good students" and "good students" in the eyes of teachers, they have become our most troublesome children. Every day, I have a heart that my mother can't talk about! I talk less and less at home. Every time I eat, I wait for my father to finish eating.

He is watching TV in the living room, and I am either in my room or out. In a word, we seldom meet. My father and I have been avoiding his shadow! I remember once my brother and father went through such a period. At that time, I pointed to my brother's face and scolded, "You useless thing, your father gave birth to you and raised you.". You are still disobedient and don't study hard! " After a few counts, he became my brother, and that sentence was pointed at my face! When I was very young, in fact, my father and I were as full of laughter as the father-daughter relationship in other families. After dinner, my father will walk on my back in the street. He will also buy snacks for his favorite daughter and play with her. That was a long time ago. That's also a memory that he dare not touch! Mom said that my wings are hard and I want to find the feeling of flying! I think this sentence is really accurate. I told my mother that I was in a rebellious period, just like their menopause!

After the mid-term exam of Grade Two, I wrote a letter of rejection to my teacher, which needed my parents' signature. I signed my name after imitating my father's name. The teacher didn't embarrass me either, and quickly went through the formalities of dropping out of school for me. My family doesn't know me, otherwise it's so easy to drop out of school! Xin Wei and I dropped out of school together. We still went out according to the time of class, and then soaked in the internet cafe. We chatted with many men and women we didn't know and started playing with AU. A week later, my mother learned that I had dropped out of school. I came home from the Internet cafe, and my mother sat on the sofa waiting for me to give her an explanation. After I walked in the door, the mother who never scolded me since I was a child in Dalian, that me. I'm stupid. Is it true? Mom hit me for the first time? Then I looked at two lines of tears on my mother's face. My heart is so calm and peaceful that it has stopped beating! Mother collapsed on the sofa, holding her head and crying.

Back to my room, I hid in the quilt and cried, so did the strong one! There is no place for me and no relatives in this family. I

Be strong and don't let outsiders look down on me. I searched the whole room, and I wanted to find some money and leave the house at once. They can't tolerate me as an outsider. I found the change for all working days. I counted them one by one Why only 53 yuan?

Money! Oh, my God. Anyway, I packed my clothes and prepared to leave here before they got up tomorrow morning!

I locked the door, my mother kept calling me at the door, but I never paid attention to her! Father kept his usual style as if he had everything under control.

It happened. Didn't give too many expressions! It's just that my mother is in a hurry there alone, that is, people often say that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry!

Just as I was leaving home the next day, my father was like a fairy. When I walked out of the room with my luggage, I saw him and the imitation.

Buddha's much older father is sitting in the dining room. I saw him. Just when I didn't know what to do, my father's long-lost voice echoed in my ears.

"You haven't talked to me for a long time. Do you still hate me so much?"

"....... "

I looked at the man in front of me, that is, my father, and looked at his gaunt face. The hatred in those days seemed to be less firm. But I did it. ....

"I hate you all my life."

In his eyes, I saw a lonely look, and I have lost my courage as a man. Like the tiger king of the forest, I lost my previous prestige. There was another silence!

"No matter what dad did wrong, no one can change our father-daughter relationship. What should you do if you don't study now? I have talked to your school.

I contacted the principal. Go back to school! I will respect your personal privacy in the future and will not read your diary in private! You have the right to make your own choices and decisions. As long as it is not out of line, neither my mother nor I will interfere. Dad never loved you so much. After all these years, you will always come back.

Avoid me. I feel worse than anyone else, but my own daughter wants to kill me. Really feel very chilling. "Dad put the cigarette in the ashtray and left."

Now I 18 years old, and I'm already a vibrant girl. Looking back, I found that I was so ignorant. Maybe in the rebellious period, I was too stubborn to bow my head. Right or wrong, I keep going! Fortunately, my father didn't.

Give up my daughter who is a headache to the whole family, or I really don't know what I will become now. How many difficulties do I have to meet to become a good girl? I always hope I'm right.

My parents said "I'm sorry" and made them go to so much trouble for me. Looking at the wrinkles on their foreheads, it seems that every time I break their hearts, they leave the most.

Good evidence.

Parents' love is always the most selfless love in the world. Unrequited love!

"Dad, mom, eat!"

When I was young, I always envied other children, because their mother loved them, while my mother didn't love me.

Mom loves me very much.

In my memory, my mother's face is always cold, because I can never tell whether my mother is beautiful or not because of indifference. There is also a mother's voice, which is never warm, always harsh and sharp-eyed.

There are many ways for my mother to discipline me, except for not hitting or cursing, and similar punishment for repeated homework. Even so, my mother was filled with indignation, and sometimes she said bitterly, "If you were a boy, you would have broken your leg."

But then, my mother hit me once. It was my good friend's birthday, and my classmates dared me with all kinds of words, saying that I was afraid to go to the midnight show with them. At that time, I was 14 years old, and the rebellion that belonged to my youth began to stir. Even though I was afraid of my mother, I gritted my teeth and went with them.

I played in the cinema until twelve o'clock that night, and the madness of a group of children made me temporarily forget the possible consequences. Walking on the stairs home, I took out my key early. Before I could open the door, my mother had already opened it. Before I knew it, my mother had slapped me in the face.

My mother made me kneel for two hours that night. I didn't cry this time, and I didn't admit my mistake. I just knelt there and bit my lip. I hate my mother for the first time. Since then, my heart has gradually become cold and stiff, seemingly obedient, but inside I am planning to leave home. I worked hard and knew that I had to leave home to get into the best No.3 middle school. No.3 middle school is far from home and can live on campus.

A year later, I was admitted to No.3 Middle School as I wished. I have to go home once a month under the pretext of intense study. When I got home, I didn't say much. My mother answered everything she asked, and I didn't say a word. My mother and I have finally completely alienated, and I feel the pleasure of cold revenge.

My mother is still me, and I even think that my mother's meaning to me is just to support me, that's all.

The first time I ran all the way home was an accident. 16 years old, I am a very beautiful girl, beautiful and aloof, chased by many boys. I have never catered to anyone. 16 years old doesn't want to fall in love, but trouble still appears. A boy who is too stubborn actually posted my love letter on the school bulletin board. To this end, I was strongly criticized by the class teacher. This woman, who is similar to her mother's age, will treat her students with such mean and even unbearable language. She told me that she began to attract butterflies at an early age, so she didn't respect herself and love herself, so she fell. ...

I hesitated for a long time, and then my tears came down. I cried and ran until I couldn't run any longer, only to remember to take the bus.

I ran up the stairs and rushed into the house. I called "Mom" and I couldn't speak anymore.

My mother is washing clothes, her hands are covered with foam from washing water, and her hair is messy and stuck to her face. She looked at me in surprise and stayed for a while before asking, "What's the matter?"

I sobbed and told my mother what had happened. But halfway through, I suddenly stopped and felt a kind of fear. I looked at my mother stupefied and couldn't care less about grievances and tears. I realized that I had made a big mistake. How will my mother get angry and punish me?

But to my surprise, she just turned and washed her hands, then went into the bedroom to change clothes, combed her hair and said quietly, "Come, I'll take you to see them."

My mother took me directly to the principal's office, and I followed like a child who made a big mistake. Mother said, "My daughter, I know, she is a good child. You shouldn't do this to her. " The headmaster has been explaining to his mother and promised to make things clear. The mother insisted on her request and asked the class teacher to apologize to her daughter and refused to give up.

The headmaster finally called my head teacher. Mother looked at her calmly all the time, and then said, "Do you honestly think my daughter is not that kind of girl? If she were your daughter, would you do this to her? " ? We gave you our children to love like parents, but did you do it? "

I looked at my mother in disbelief. This is 16 the first time I heard my mother say the word "love", but it was under such circumstances and in such a way.

That day, the head teacher finally said "I'm sorry" to me. Mother nodded and pulled me out.

In the corridor, I whispered "Mom."

I began to go home once a week and talk to my mother, but my mother is still my old mother and very strict with me. That incident was never mentioned again. I seem to have woken up to something and worked harder. /kloc-In the summer of 0/8, I was admitted to Peking University with excellent results.

On the day I got the admission notice, I saw a smile on my mother's face that I had been expecting since I was a child. I came so late, but I came after all. It was also in my mother's smile that I found that my mother was old and had white hair on her temples.

From college to graduate school, my mother has never been to Beijing once. I often call back, listening to my mother's indifferent voice at that end, and my heart will be much more at ease.

Then I fell in love. At the age of 28, I decided to get married.

He is a pure and kind person, handsome and gentle. Before we got married, we went back to my house together. My mother, who promised our marriage early, made an amazing move that night. She took out a pen and paper and seriously asked her boyfriend to write a letter of guarantee. There are only two sentences: "All my life. I will love and take care of Shen Xiaoqing and not let her suffer any injustice. " Then let her boyfriend sign his name and handprint on the shore.

My boyfriend loves me after all and obediently did as my mother said. I watched and was silent until my mother read the note several times and then carefully put it in a small wooden box.

Boyfriend whispered: "Mom is really like a child, how naive, for fear that I will bully you. She loves you so much. "

I smiled. When I laughed, I remembered my mother's 28-year life, my hatred for her, the tears I shed for it ... I remembered the calm beauty of my mother sitting in the principal's office and the white hair on her temples ... I turned my head and still smiled, but my eyes were hazy.

study

Books are the crystallization of human cultural heritage and the treasure house of human wisdom. Reading, you can understand history and the world, so the ancients said, "Don't listen to things outside the window, just read sage books;" A scholar doesn't go out, but he knows what's going on in the world. "

British scholar Bacon once said: "Reading is enough for sex, enough for gambling, enough for success, enough for happiness. When you live in seclusion, your gambling is also the most common, and your talent is also the most common. " As a result, everyone loves reading.

However, when we study, others are replacing our thoughts, and we are just repeating the process of his ideological activities. Just like when children learn Chinese characters, they draw a gourd with pen drawing according to the strokes written by the teacher in pencil. We know that if a spring is oppressed by external force for a long time, it will lose its elasticity, and so will our spirit. As usual, I will lose my own ideological space under the pressure of others' thoughts. Therefore, the more people who study all day or indulge in reading, although they can use books to adjust their trance, their thinking ability will gradually lose, just like people who often travel by car, their walking ability will be poor. So sometimes the behavior of nerds and weak scholars really makes people laugh and cry.

Books are the spiritual food of human beings, and books must be read. Imagine what a terrible thing it would be if there were no publications in the world and human spiritual food could not be spread. At that time, the world will feel dejected and some communication lines between people will be interrupted. An era of ignorance, paranoia and mutual circulation followed.

However, how to read the boundless sea of learning and books is a headache. World famous books are very good, but not all books are worth reading. Because the background of some works is very different from ours, and they lack the significance of the times. Besides, famous works are flying all over the sky, how can one taste them?

Mr. Lin Yutang believes that it is most important for a person to find his favorite writer in the development of knowledge. There are some people in the world who have similar hearts. It is difficult for a person to find a writer with a similar heart among countless writers at home and abroad, and he may not be able to find one all his life. I think it doesn't matter whether I choose my favorite works to read, read them roughly or read them carefully, as long as I can have a kind of leisure of "birds singing in the Woods".

In fact, reading history makes people wise, reading poetry makes people witty, reading makes people careful, science makes people profound, ethics makes people philosophical, logic makes people eloquent, and whatever you learn, you will gain something.

happy

Books, perhaps not unfamiliar to everyone, are like wings, helping birds fly. Books, life and study are inseparable from her, wisdom is inseparable from her, and people can't do without her in trouble. She is not only our teacher, but also our faithful partner on the road of life. Books accompany us through every day and every spring and autumn. I wonder how interesting life would be without her.

Many people think reading is a hard job. Actually, it is not! There is a famous saying: reading is talking to many noble people. Yes, many books, such as Gorky's Childhood, Lao She's Camel Xiangzi, and Bing Xin's Spring among the Stars, not only tell the author what he saw, his inner feelings, but also have many profound truths for us to understand slowly. Beautiful words, touching stories, vivid descriptions and profound thoughts ... let us revel in them and swim in the beautiful sea of books.

Take Kangxi for example! As an emperor, Kangxi's spirit of loving books, being eager to learn and being tireless can also be called Tao. When he was young, he just kept his books and books. I'm very busy after I took office, and I'm still studying. He always said, "Listening to politics means reading classics in the palace, and I feel endless meaning and enjoy it." There is another sentence: "reading a book is good for a volume, and reading a book for a day is good for a day." Kangxi once said that he loved reading since he was a child, and he couldn't put it down as he grew older. It can be seen from "Never tire of reading" that Kangxi regarded reading as a happy thing. As a great thinker, politician and accomplished literary artist who can manage the Yellow River and pacify San Francisco, majoring in Ming history, he can study so hard and happily in his busy schedule. Then why don't we take reading as a happy thing and take the initiative to study?

I grew up in an environment full of books. Therefore, I have loved reading since I was sensible. When I can't read, I look at pictures in books; Later, I became more literate, and the books I read were really all-encompassing, from brain thinking to natural science, from fairy tales to newspapers and magazines, from poetry and prose to world famous works. The books in the bookcase record my growth, where I can find the books I have read at every age, as well as the "infatuation" and "dreams" I once had. Books have enriched my life and brought me great happiness. For a time, I was fascinated by the book World Knowledge Map. This book consists of words, maps and photos. This paper not only introduces all kinds of natural science knowledge related to the universe and the earth, but also introduces in detail the geography, climate, population, culture, economy and other information of various continents and countries. Just before the final exam, so there is no homework. In order to read this book, I forgot to review for the exam. As soon as I got home, I held the book and read it with relish. Sometimes I look at it and say to myself, "hmm ~ it's beautiful ...! "From this book, I not only learned about the customs of various countries, but also learned a lot about natural geography, and the pleasure brought by the book is even more unforgettable.

What a pleasure it is to read! It can not only enrich our knowledge and enlighten our wisdom, but also make our life more substantial and meaningful. Philosophy, literature, astronomy, geography ... are all the crystallization of the author's wisdom, shining with human insight and condensing the essence of human thought. With words, we can cross the barrier of time and space and have a heart-to-heart talk with the pioneers of human civilization, as if there is a friend around us, always answering your questions, pointing out the maze and opening your heart.

Why doesn't reading make people happy? Among them, happiness or sadness, playback, this is happiness.

difficult

I only have one article. I'll help you find it again. Can you have a look?

Teacher, I want to tell you.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the first half of the second grade will be over. I think you have been in contact with us for almost a year, and now I remember the usual bits and pieces. ...

During the mid-term exam, we were all preparing for the exam, and you gave up your rest time to make up lessons for us. You are pointing to that vivid class. I saw a young woman ask you to go out, and when she came back, her eyes were full of tears, and her mouth trembled slightly to continue her lesson.

Later, I learned that your mother was just hospitalized yesterday and her son has been recuperating in the hospital. The school suggests that you take care of them. It seems that you won't come to give us a lesson today. I hurried to school and saw you walking to the office with a book in your hand. You still continue to help us review our lessons. At that time, I couldn't imagine what things would be like.

Come to school to give lectures on time every day, and run between two hospitals and schools after school.

The mid-term exam results were issued, and all the students got satisfactory results. Finally, they didn't live up to your pains. We thank you for everything you have done for us.

Finally, I know why you are so respected, because you have a selfless heart, which shines on us forever like the sun and always feels the warmth it brings us.

Your cheeks prove everything you have done for us, from a round face full of vitality to a chin as sharp as a moon bud. We appreciate everything you have done.

Teacher, I want to tell you that we will not live up to your ardent expectations and let a selfless heart be connected with each of us forever.

youth

Time carries thoughts, and life walks out of dreams. Youth, like green, represents life and strength. Spring comes and winter comes, and flowers bloom and fall. The change of seasons can not erase the beautiful image of green, and the vicissitudes of time can not annihilate the hope of green. Since we love green, we should bravely accept the challenge, fight the waves and swim in the sea like a dragon. Like an eagle, fight the sky and soar in the blue sky in the wind and rain.

Walking into the gate of youth seems to be an overnight thing, and then I don't know the length of time to indulge in it, but when I am about to walk out of the gate, I am so reluctant to start over. I have seen articles praising youth, articles praising youth, articles briefly feeling youth, articles wishing youth to last forever, and many more … I don't know how many words about youth I have read, including prose, poetry and prose about youth. Youth is endless, just like the tide of the sea. I always feel that kind of warmth can flow to my heart, but I often feel that my desire for youth has never been obtained. Walking and looking back, it seems that youth is passing away, sometimes I can't feel it immediately, and sometimes I suddenly wake up. So this is youth.

Youth is dazzling and moving because it burns itself and illuminates others. Sunshine can be so bright and warm. Looking at the flying colorful flags, looking at these people with bright smiles and firm eyes-railway people, my heart is moved beyond words. I deeply feel that youth can have no regrets and can be shaken. Youth never has its boundary, but it is a very cold boundary, which means a pure beauty, whether it is sadness or happiness, past or present, or future. It will always come. ...