My youth composition? 800 words

I have that extremely splendid youth, so I have a vibrant world. Youth is like a harvest and peaceful manor, with huge hope and happiness waiting for me to pick it up in a flash. There are no fruits to wait for in youth, only high morale to harvest. Although we in youth do not have heroic feats to guide the country, we also have the depth to accumulate for thin hair. Below I have compiled a composition about my youth for everyone. Get up and read! Chapter 1: My Youth Composition

Youth is a hasty book, youth is a road that cannot be turned back, youth is the years passed by rain and sunshine. Youth is so good that no matter how you spend it, it feels like a waste.

The ink-colored sky hanging above the head makes the stars dotted in it look particularly mysterious. The brightest star must be our youth. When we travel, we sometimes lose our way. Youth is a tangled time. We want to grow up quickly, escape from the constraints of our parents, and fly freely in the outside world. But what? We are so afraid of growing up, afraid of the pressure of this society, and afraid of the responsibility of this society. We are afraid, afraid that our youth will pass away, afraid that we will suddenly find that our youth is no longer ours, afraid that we have not done what we should do, and everything is in the past. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the adult ceremony of bidding farewell to youth after the college entrance examination, and the separation after graduation. Whenever I hear others say that time is ruthless and passes by in a hurry, I feel sorry for them and feel very lucky for myself. Youth and I are good friends and I can still enjoy the days with her. In fact, youth is not just a beautiful time, it is also a state of mind. What makes a girl 100% happy is youth. What is youth? Time cannot steal innocence. ?Even if youth has said goodbye, at least everyone still has that immortal heart.

Youth is like a crystal ball, transparent, clear and easily broken. It is sensitive and fragile. After the tears: it is actually nothing special. If life is a road, then youth is the fatal turning point; if life is a beautiful movement, then youth is the finishing touch of the movement; if life is a variety of weather, then youth is the most uncertain. sky.

Youth, that age when you can indulge. We are young and frivolous, we are still children, and we are growing up. We have laughed, cried, gone crazy, made trouble, and played. When the words youth gradually become blurred, we will think of the best time.

I remember those years. The swaying figure, marked in the dirt with bicycle wheel marks, finally disappeared behind the street light. The playground where we ran together, the laughter still echoed in our ears, but now it is empty. The good friends who once promised to be good friends forever have now gone their separate ways. We used to be inseparable, but now all we have next to us is my own shadow. I once pulled the chair away from my deskmate and watched with laughter as he came up empty; I once knocked on my friend’s door and pinched my nose and said, I’m here to collect the utility bill; I once sent a text message to a classmate to lie to him. I am a different person. When we grow up, we will all have our own lives, only to find that slowly everyone around us is leaving. Is this our youth?

?The older we grow, the more lonely we become, and the older we grow, the more uneasy we become. ?After growing up, now I have forgotten happiness. ?These two lyrics touched me deeply, and they plucked the deepest strings in my heart. I'm not old, I'm only thirteen years old. I haven't grown up yet. I'm at the age where I can squander my youth, but my heart is so lonely. It is said that every star is lonely and longs to be touched. Maybe we shouldn’t think so far ahead, as our worries about gains and losses will fluctuate greatly. Learn not to worry too much and spend my colorful youth realistically.

Youth is a book that cannot be closed once it is opened. Let’s write our best youth while we are still young! Chapter 2: My Youth Composition

In this world, everyone has a piece of land that he must cultivate by himself, and everyone also Do you have your own unique memory of youth!? Inscription

When the wild geese fluttering their wings in the sky from spring to autumn, we have grown up, just like the stone bridges and tower shadows in the alleys of our hometown. The sound of bells, field paths, and falling flowers in deep wells eventually turned into skyscrapers rising from the ground.

I am not returning home, I am just a passerby. Those unforgettable growth finally turned into a sigh in the blank moment?

About childhood

I will always envy the children today , they have enjoyed higher education as early as their mother's belly, they have high-tech toys, and they have the conditions to learn piano at a very young age. Although they don't seem to be as happy as I imagined, I still have a blind eye towards them. Of `envy.

When I think of my childhood, what impressed me most was my favorite cartoon: The Big-Faced Cat and the Blue Mouse. There are also delicious little raccoon instant noodles, large rolls, popping candies, and wine-filled chocolates that cost 50 cents a piece. These things are available now, but they can’t find the original taste!

My childhood parents also It will restrict the children, because in this way, the memory will never be erased, and will be burned deeper and deeper until they are moved by it. Look at today’s children who have everything, and we also have better things of our own. In the age of innocence, we grow up unconsciously. We will eventually grow old one day, but these are the beautiful memories of childhood that will never fade and will support us throughout our lives.

About dreams

When I was a child, I wanted to be a teacher, because then I could put a cross on the students’ test papers, which would be such a sense of accomplishment. Later, I wanted to open a small shop to buy ice cream, haha, mainly because I was a glutton. Later, when I grew up, I no longer had any dreams. I remember when school started, the teacher asked every student if he had an ideal. When I mentioned this, my first reaction was, who can have no ideals? After thinking about it carefully, what is my ideal? I can only answer l don't know. It seems that in living day by day, I have forgotten my original dream?

I never worry about the passage of youth, because I can eat, sleep and think, so that youth will always be with me. ! Chapter 3: My Youth Composition

Youth, what a beautiful word it is. It has many people searching for it. It is like a naughty elf, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye; it is like a sumptuous banquet, but it eventually becomes a memory; youth is like a dream, coming in a hurry and going away in a hurry, in "life"? A rainbow of seven colors is drawn on this page.

Everyone has his own youth. We, the children who have just grown into green trees, have not even had time to say goodbye to our colorful childhood, so we are hurriedly carrying the innocence of childhood and being pushed onto the flight of youth like a dream, flying towards maturity. , fly successfully, try to fly to a distant airport. Let us use our persistence, our determination, and our hope to bravely fly into the distance, surpass ourselves, dominate the fear of the soul, and compose a beautiful movement! In the wonderful youth, let us find ourselves dream. ?Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. ?Youth is just like a fleeting moment, full and in a hurry. What does it matter on this slow road of life? It is just like a small drop of water in the big ocean, it is insignificant.

In our youth, we are pursuing our goals every day. One dream has just been shattered, and another "dream" seed has quietly sprouted. Wonderful youth, let us choose our own piece. Heaven and earth, in their own world, sing loudly, write poems and paintings, and realize the true meaning of life. Youth is the season of sowing. Sow your potential in the soil. In middle age and old age, this seed has turned into a towering tree to protect you from wind and rain, just as you plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. seed. As long as you water, fertilize, and catch insects diligently, the seeds you plant will grow up and grow into a big tree that can protect you from wind and rain in the future.

Youth is the most painful and tiring period in life. We should lay a solid foundation for the future. Where there is darkness, there will be sunshine. ?As long as you have gone through this period of hardship, the road ahead will be full of sunshine, flowers will bloom everywhere, and infinite scenery will be before your eyes.

Let us sow colorful hope, appreciate the value of life, harvest unlimited joy, grasp our own goals, and strive for the future! I believe the future must belong to us!