Essays about youth by great writers

Classic Prose 1:

Entering the gate of youth seems to happen overnight, and then I indulge in it without knowing the length of the years and moments. When I am about to walk out of the gate, it is so... I'm reluctant to leave, wishing I could start over again. I saw those articles praising youth, praising youth, expressing feelings about the short-lived youth, hoping to stay in youth, and many, many more...I don’t know how many texts and essays about youth I have read. , poems about youth, essays about youth, youth is endless, like the tide of the sea. I always feel that that kind of warmth can flow deep into my soul, but I also often feel that my desire for youth and beauty has never been obtained. As I walk, I look back and it seems that my youth is passing away, and sometimes I can’t get it right away. I feel it, and sometimes I suddenly realize that this is youth.

The reason why youth is dazzling and moving is that it burns oneself and illuminates others. Sunlight can be so bright and warm. Watching the colorful flags fluttering and looking at these people with bright smiles and firm eyes - railway workers, I am moved beyond words. I deeply feel that youth can have no regrets and no shakes. Youth has never had its boundaries, and it itself is a very cold boundary. It means a kind of pure perfection, regardless of sadness and joy, in the past, now, or in the future. It has always been here...

Looking back at history, standing at the intersection of history and looking at it again, I have mixed feelings. In the course of eighty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, how many stalwart bodies have turned into solemn monuments; how many wise souls have turned into bright stars; the ups and downs of the eighty years have composed a generation. The heroic song of the youth of this generation; the eighty-year ups and downs record the brilliance one after another. Maybe that feels far away, but let us walk into the history of railway development and the debt-operated Guangmei Shantou Company. Look, the ups and downs the company has gone through and the arduous road it has taken are a bit bitter and a bit proud. In the wave of reform and entrepreneurship, our heroic railway brothers and sisters, our proud maintenance personnel, share the same breath and share the same destiny. In the past, under the impeachment of the market economy and in an unsatisfactory environment, they worked diligently and anonymously to "create quality and ensure safety." Turn youth into the company's take-off and condense it into the glory of aircraft maintenance. On this day, this proud day, the older generation of workers are going strong and strong, embarking on a new long march to make new achievements for locomotive maintenance and railways. The younger generation is also the backbone and has a long way to go. They also serve as "cows" to "create high quality and ensure safety"; to be the "cows" of the people; to be the "Confucian cattle" as Mr. Lu Xun said. (Inspirational movie——.lz13.,) There is a saying: "The train runs fast, all because of the headband." I also remember that in the summer days when we were fighting against the high temperature and the scorching heat, "Fighting the high temperature and fighting the scorching heat" this is a statement The slogan that people are familiar with is a vivid portrayal of the inspection workers' scorching heat, profuse sweating, and selfless struggle. Due to busy transportation, all locomotive systems are operating at full capacity. "High temperature diseases" often occur, and random locomotive problems have increased relatively. Despite the sultry weather, maintenance personnel quickly diagnosed and eradicated the disease, ensuring the supply of machine power. . The work was very difficult to carry out, but they always used their brains and thought of ways without any regrets, and unified their thoughts and actions. In the spirit of a high degree of responsibility and selfless dedication, we made full use of the rest time on Saturdays and Sundays to work overtime to repair the locomotives. We sacrificed ourselves and the overall situation, regardless of personal gains and losses, and sacrificed time for rest and entertainment. In the hot warehouse, the rumbling engines The sound was busy; on such a hot day, as soon as I entered the driver's cab, a wave of heat hit my face. Wearing work clothes and safety helmets, they endured the "baking" test of nearly a hundred degrees of heat in a small, dark, and sultry power room that was as hot as a "steamer." They were all sweating profusely and soaked to the skin. One hour, two hours... Regardless of the sweat and oil on their faces, they skillfully wielded tools to inspect and repair the diesel engine, sweating and fighting the high temperature without complaint, "protecting" the locomotive.

Yesterday, it was youth that outlined the grand blueprint; today, it is youth that weaves a new landscape. The ancients said: Use history as a mirror to be wise. Look back at the past and look forward to the future. Let’s take a look at the contemporary railway workers. They have the same youthful years and passionate youths. There are no heroic words to describe them, and there are no hymns to sing about them. When you are still intoxicated in the joy of the festival; when you are still intoxicated in the colorful fireworks. You see, those who brave the cold wind and the scorching sun and work silently; those who forget about food and sleep and stick to their posts; they have achieved results and style in their posts.

With all my talents and youth, I have won the victory of mechanism reform and the fruits of institutional innovation, creating benefits for the company that is heavily in debt; adding luster to the arduous railway industry; and in a place full of the sweat and footprints of our predecessors. , burn yourself, dedicate your youth and sweat.

Classic Prose 2:

Life is a ship. After passing through innocent childhood, it sails into the harbor of youth.

What is youth?

Youth is like a cup of tea that you never get tired of drinking; youth is like a book that you never tire of reading.

Youth is like a river that never stops flowing; youth is like a song that never gives up. (Female online name is simple and elegant)

Youth is the purple of Wei and the yellow of Yao, and it is difficult to describe its beauty in beautiful sentences;

Youth is a wandering state; youth is the courage to be at home in all corners of the world.

Youth is a period of burning passion; youth is a period of charm.

However, youth is short-lived and will eventually be lost.

Just like life, it is a lonely journey. No matter how long or short it is, whether the scenery along the way is fragmented or the wind and moon are boundless, it will eventually come to an end and draw a line.

Just like that red song competition, eighteen programs appeared on the stage one by one, leaving behind a lot of regrets and nostalgia.

Just like that girl, she broke into my heart at a moment when I didn't know it, and then slipped away quietly when I was unprepared, making me sentimental and lovesick.

In fact, losing is not terrible; what is terrible is not knowing how to cherish and not knowing how to grasp.

You are in your youth. Then enjoy yourself in this season.

Don’t be sad. Time passes quietly, life grows old lightly, feelings slowly run aground, and dreams quietly wither. (Environmental protection public service announcement)

Don’t care about success or failure, glory or dimness, pleasure or pain, standing up or falling.

We just need to work hard to stay in the position of youth, use the best thinking, develop the greatest potential, open the deepest heart, and maintain the best state.

Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself.

If there are ups and downs and setbacks, walk slower and be brave, and the journey will be smooth and peaceful; if there is sadness and bitterness, be optimistic and strong, and the journey will be sweet and happy.

Just as you can never climb a mountain by taking the smooth road, you can never become a great person by just following the crowd.

We must firmly believe that there is another sky ahead of us; we must firmly believe that only if we have dreams, there will be tomorrow.

Youth is short, but truth, goodness and beauty are the same.

How many seeds of hope are planted in spring, how many beautiful dreams sprout in youth.

For example, feelings.

Love is so rare but hard to find. (Environmental Protection Slogan)

Even if the poor lover is unable to live with him, it will be a romantic affair for half the time. At least we have loved deeply, hated heartbreakingly, laughed without scruples, cried in a mess, been hopelessly heartbroken, and been deeply sad.

For example, dreams.

Dreams are so valuable that they cannot be lost.

I have never been arrogant, but I have always been proud. If you succeed in the future, you will dare to laugh at Huang Chao as your husband. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. The declaration of various dreams, in the name of youth, inspires our devilish impulsiveness and the spirit of never giving up, one step at a time.

For example, youth itself.

We are still on the road of youth, carrying feelings and dreams, carrying heavy luggage, and marching in the direction of youthful future.

Time flies. Time flies. Youth is like a fleeting moment and will eventually be lost. It’s just that we have passed through our fragile youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok, through the sadness, joy and impermanence that appear and disappear.

That's enough.

A few years later, when we recall this period of time when the sea was full of difficulties, we must have a sigh of relief that Wushan is not a cloud.

Who let whom? The entanglement was messed up, and then the emotions of dreaming about Xie Qiao were stirred up.

Who let whom? The butterfly transforms into a cocoon, and then the wings of a swan are raised.

While youth is still there, while the distant future has not yet come; while we all still have passionate love, while the flowers of dreams have not yet fully bloomed.

Let go of the helplessness, pick up the heroism, embrace the present moment of youth with our still immature arms, and support the future of youth with our still thin shoulders.

Classic prose three:

Youth is for nostalgia, this is a sentence in "To Youth". Some people said: He burst into tears after watching this movie. I admit that I almost cried myself. I can’t tell what the reason is, and I can’t tell which person it is for. I have always been looking forward to it. Because the director is my idol Zhao Wei, I hope she can bring me something different and give me a refreshing feeling. Perhaps I hope she can give me some memories on the topic of youth.

Youth is immortal! I am a person who stands and stares at the youth line. Perhaps youth should leave something to remember. But memories can only be remembered. Real people are always realistic.

Youth is like a heavy rain, and we seem to be like children without an umbrella, or we have no umbrella at all. The rain fell freely, falling on every unobstructed surface. Through the raindrops, I imagine that I am a person carrying an umbrella, but I am unwilling to open it, because I prefer to enjoy this kind of baptism and regard it as the footsteps of spring. As soon as the rain falls, in those youthful years, precisely because of the injury, the memory will be deeper. When the sky clears after the rain, there is no such joy or difference in seeing a rainbow. Whether the rainbow watered by the heavy rain of youth is beautiful or not does not seem to be that important. What is important is that the rain brings memories. Whether it is running to find a corner to take shelter from the rain, or waiting in place for the rain to pass and the sky to clear up.

Youth is like traveling. You have to reach your destination and experience something. I always start alone at the beginning, with some expectations, dreams, and longings. Slowly, I always meet some people traveling alone on the road, so I agree to go together until the end. Harvest sunshine, rain, flowers and applause. Encourage each other, rely on each other, and appreciate each other. Say goodbye to ignorance, goodbye to loneliness, and say goodbye to the starting point. Let's go together, and we promised to go to the end together. But there is often one person who has to leave first, perhaps because he has encountered better scenery, perhaps because he is tired of walking together, or perhaps because he is afraid of walking further and further away. In short, leave. Or there is no reason, just a question in my mind, and I want to find the answer I think I want. I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, and I don’t know if I’ll find it.

Youth is a solo dance. The person who stays with you until the end, the person who never abandons or lets go is yourself. Perhaps this should not be a one-person stage, but when all the actors are no longer interested, should the play stop? We always adapt the dance drama we started with little by little until it is suitable for one person to perform without losing the feeling.

Should youth be used to remember, or to be treasured? As long as you love yourself, maybe everything will be fine. Youth is destined to return to loneliness. However, youth always sets up a platform for those wise people. After passing this time, they learn and understand how to find a better direction to travel. In fact, life is originally made up of journeys one after another. If you can’t get over the sadness of one trip, you won’t be able to enjoy the joy of the next trip. Traveling is meant to be done alone, and “travel friends” always have to leave. Learn to be wiser, learn to be more open-minded, and learn to gain something. Youth brings many more memories.

Youth, whether it’s memories or treasures. We should always inject something new into her. The youth of the protagonists in "To Youth" belongs to them anyway, whether it is real or fake. It doesn’t matter if you want to feel sorry for them or feel sad for them. After all, it belongs to others and we cannot copy it. At this moment, standing on the threshold of youth, pick up the pen in your hand and write an agreement in your heart, an agreement that only you will know.

Immortal youth! Youth should be immortal! No?

Classic Prose Four:

Youth always gives us too many topics. We always want to embed youth into words, but we dare not start writing. It's just because I dare not use my clumsy brush to describe it arbitrarily, for fear that the beautiful youth will turn into an ugly duckling under my pen. Forgive me for feeling nostalgic for those lost years, and for taking a simple portrait of her in an understatement.

——Inscription

In the blink of an eye, the warm and sunny autumn is coming to an end, and what has been replaced by it is days that are getting cooler and colder day by day.

Spring is beautiful and autumn is fruitful. In this autumn harvest season, farmers are all filled with the joy of harvesting grains and warehouses. Therefore, laughter and laughter float in this perfect and somewhat pleasant season.

The gentle autumn breeze brings the heart closer to the sunshine and its last remaining warmth. Holding a cup of hot tea, sitting alone by the window, amidst the strong fragrance of tea, you can take in the beautiful scenery of the last day of autumn and keep it in your heart. I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, I won't be able to see it again in a blink of an eye. Perhaps, no matter how prosperous the season in front of us is, time will eventually lead us to the distance, emptying our nostalgic hearts.

The passage of time is like water, and too much of our perfect time has gone away. No matter how devotedly we attach to her and cherish our time every minute and every second, she turns a blind eye to our pity and moves forward stubbornly.

In a blink of an eye, youth has gone far, and we are no longer young. Standing at the intersection today, we turned around and looked back. The footprints along the way were deep and shallow, carved in unforgettable times in the past...

In those years, we all loved to dream, and our fantasies were boundless. I always dream that I am the omnipotent angel, and I always think that I can turn the world upside down. Those frivolous dreams are like fireflies flying in the grass on a summer night, shining dimly.

In those years, we also loved the darkness and drunken loneliness. Taking advantage of the bright moonlit night and the sparse stars, quietly let go of all your worries. When the shooting stars flash across your eyes, you make a wish that only you know will never come true.

In those years, we were full of enthusiasm. We thought that the sun was rising for us, and we thought that the spring flowers were blooming for us. The blood is rolling in our hearts. We dress up and walk proudly through the crowded streets. People will smile lightly at us and say lightly, it's because you are young.

In those years, our hearts were ready to move with the spring breeze, and a flower tree was quietly sprouting. We also secretly fell in love with her and loved the sweet taste she created in our hearts. That winter when the cold wind blew everywhere, it messed up the ninety-nine love letters that had been folded so painstakingly. Seeing the black and white letters flying in the sky gradually disappearing into the wind, my heart really ached at that moment.

In those years, pleasant troubles accumulated in our hearts and kept us awake all night. In the confusion, I swallowed the bitterness quietly until my heart sank. After smiling, the sunshine is still so bright every day...

Inadvertently, the perfect years passed away yesterday, and youth bloomed behind us. The hand goes away. We are no longer that ignorant young man, no longer the age of carefree singing, and we don’t have too much time waiting for us to squander. A game and a dream, all fantasies and dreams are like soap bubbles floating by, finally shattered in the wind. The people I have met and the things I have experienced are just short episodes along the way.

Those past times connect us to our youth that can never be regained. Just like the desserts we buy in the supermarket, they have been digested for a long time until they are eaten, and the aftertaste in our mouths still makes us have endless aftertaste. We should be grateful to memory, thank her for editing our unforgettable past youth into fragments, and tenderly enriching our nerves. Every silhouette proves that youth, we have been here before.

On a windy day, we often turn over the pages of youth and look for the spring flowers blooming there in our memories. The passion that soared in youth no longer surges in our minds, but has turned into a stream flowing through our hearts, carrying a curtain of clouds and smoke.

On the edge of this autumn, the echo of youth is still floating in my ears. That lingering feeling is difficult to let go after all, but it has become the most important journey in our life. We spread our wings and learn to fly there, and we grow up there. Just like the derived seasons, the growth rings are constantly changing, and the plump wings mature together with the morning glow and sunset.

Youth has faded away, but now we are full of confidence and spend our time. Raised hands can also support a patch of blue sky. On a muddy road, we can keep moving forward, and we have to climb mountains and ridges in wind and rain, because we are all dream chasers without regrets.

Classic prose five:

Bai Yansong once said; "No generation's youth is easy." Our youth is like an endless river, roaring in pursuit of our dreams. Everything you want. I have never thought about it, and I have never asked, what do we want? In middle school, in order to take the college entrance examination, we held candles, fought at night, and danced to the sound of chickens. During those black years, everyone will leave a place in their hearts. We yearned for the freedom of college at that time.

In the blink of an eye, we are in college and we are free, but we have never imagined the price of freedom. We only care about our youth. When the river of youth roars away, can we bear to become withered grass on the bank? The blood of youth has never been depressed, but we in youth have depressed ourselves. This is the price of youth and the pain of youthful growth. Today I chant and listen, and tomorrow I listen and understand. I only know that youth is young and the direction of dreams is not yet clear.

On a university campus, vitality and youth are everything. We leave the joy of youth in this land, and at the same time, we may also leave behind the pain of youth. Never imagined or recalled, we all need a firm courage when we are young.

With the courage of youth, we walk through one intersection after another and face one choice after another. Youth has given us too many colorful worlds. We begin to enjoy all the pleasures brought by material things and rarely use pens. Now, I can only hear the sound of typing on the keyboard. This is the rhythm of youth - colorful, fast and crazy. We are running towards one goal, all just to find a simple pleasure, and are we really happy? The courage of youth consumes us too much time, repeating three meals a day over and over again, living for the sake of life, for the sake of simplicity and simplicity, and for the sake of pleasure and pleasure.

We all look forward to being simple and happy every day, but this simple pleasure makes us so complicated. We deliberately pursue simplicity and avoid all complicated things, just because we don’t want to be too tired. Sometimes, you forget your responsibilities, just because you don’t want to be noticed, sometimes you forget your true self, just because you don’t want to leave regrets, you make up for it after you lose it, but you forget that what you lost will never come back. This is youth, this is our helplessness along the way to youth, this is the pain of youth.

Youth needs dreams and direction. The road to youth is a thousand miles, and you should work hard for your dreams at every step. Looking back at what we have gone through and missed, is there anything else that can make you sad or smile? Perhaps, this is a kind of growth, the growth of youth. As Bai Yansong said, "No generation's youth is easy." Standing on the university campus, are we also working hard to find our own direction? The road to youth is a thousand miles, and every step should be worked hard for our dreams. Looking back at what we have gone through and missed, is there anything else that can make you sad or smile? Perhaps, this is a kind of growth, the growth of youth. As Bai Yansong said, "No generation's youth is easy." Standing on the university campus, are we also striving to find our own direction, are we also pursuing the dreams of youth, and are we also writing down all our own stories in words? remember.

Youth travels a thousand miles, and dreams begin with a single step. The pain of youth allows us to find ourselves, and the growth of youth allows us to find our original dreams. Who said youth is painful? I want to thank the pain of youth for making me grow and giving our efforts a direction. When we are young, we need to take every step and fulfill our goals, and we should keep the vitality of youth forever. What we need is belonging to The joy of youth, what we have is the color of youth. The journey of youth is full of wind and rain. Who cares how much you pay and who cares how much you get. When the river of youth roars by, we should raise our sails and sail to the farther shore. There are unknown dreams for you and me on the other shore.

Youth, a journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step. Dreams accompany you all the way to youth. A journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step. May the youthful you and me carry out the drama of youth to the end. May the young you and me spread the vitality of youth throughout the campus. May the young you and me spread the dreams of youth to every corner!

I hope my answer is helpful to you and I hope you will adopt it. Thank you