Open the door of eighteen, write a composition.

Time flies, the baby's bright crying disappears in the wind, and the swing of childhood is drifting away. Before I know it, I am eighteen years old.

When I opened the door of eighteen, I was already an adult. I felt the unique flavor of this era in the long grass and drizzle. I was still an ignorant age, with a little sadness, loneliness and unspeakable joy.

I am eighteen years old. I like to go home at night and watch the bright street lamp emit soft and bright white light, like a blooming dandelion, standing quietly in the dark. At this moment, the world seems to be quiet. I look at this dandelion that doesn't like wandering, and I have a faint joy. It is a secret to witness its beauty alone.

I am eighteen years old. Walking alone in the street, I looked at the shadow under my feet, and the warm light pulled it into a lonely shape. Although I feel lonely, I am not lonely or sad. Li Bai, until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us, I think he is lonely, but he is not lonely, because loneliness can be enjoyed. I like to enjoy such a faint loneliness, which belongs to the taste of eighteen.

I am eighteen years old. I like to sit by the window on a sunny afternoon, let the sunshine shed warm light on myself, and the cream tea beside me is refreshing. At the age of eighteen, I learned to feel the warm and beautiful things in life.

I am eighteen years old. I learned to appreciate the classical beauty, listening to the melodious flute breaking through the tranquility of the forest, listening to the sad sound of the guqin overflowing the city and taking away all the noise. The ancients said, "Lingling lyre, there is a cold wind in the pines." Don't Zen. Classical poetry is touching, and my hand gently brushed the yellow paper. I seem to see the young woman in the boudoir staring into the distance, waiting for her lover to come back. In the desert, the smoke from kitchen chimneys tells the soldiers' sadness. In the shabby hut, the old man is eager to shelter the poor in the world. Although I don't fully understand the feelings of poets, I feel their sadness or joy, and feel the classical feelings.

Youth is a beautiful scenery, which will pass away with the running water. I hope I can experience life every minute. The idea that I am 18 years old, the feeling that I am 18 years old, and the feeling that I am 18 years old cannot be felt by other ages. I want to seize these treasures when 18 years old, seize these joys and savor them before they expire.

Eighteen years old is just one of countless stations in life. In this station, I feel a little sad, a little lonely, a little sad, and a longing for the future. Fireworks burn into beautiful moments with their own lives, but it has no regrets, because its life is brilliant.

Eighteen is a colorful age.

The years of shaking off the whole body are called dust, and the pain of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly is called growth.

Occasionally, when I walked through the alley, the empty and heavy voice slammed into my heart. Ripples are the annual rings of the years, one circle, two circles ... eighteen circles. I stretched out my hand and habitually scratched my chest, only to catch the air that I fled in a hurry, only to find that the red scarf dubbed "dried radish" had long since disappeared. A futile sense of loss came crashing down and hit me on the shoulder, breaking my heart. Yes, this year, I am eighteen. 18 years old who is preparing for the college entrance examination.

Overbearing clouds covered the sun tightly, and scattered color blocks emerged from the cracks, blurring the treetops and finely mottling the green slabs with gullies under their feet. Shuttle between two points and one line like a mechanical machine every day. Walking in the noisy petrochemical forest, the mechanically blunt voice seems to be screaming "College Entrance Examination! College entrance examination! " Once upon a time, I sketched by the river with a sketchpad, depicting the colorful of an adult of 18 years old; When I was studying geometry, I ran around the street with my camera to capture every moment of my growth in 18 years. Today, 18-year-old "I want" has become a pavilion, and 18-year-old "Sky" has been shelved. I mechanically think that my life has lost its color and become monotonous. For example, the film has only one focus, that is, the college entrance examination. I began to miss the happiness of the past, but quietly let it drift away. I thought that life at the age of eighteen was like a slogan, living in rhyme and obeying.

That day, I was still busy on my way home. Hasty and aimless, anxious about psychological ambition. In the park, the crowds in twos and threes scattered or rested, which took away my irritability. Suddenly, a loud and brisk whistle sounded behind him. I looked inside and turned out to be a slightly older pupil. He smiled shyly at me and drew a warm arc around his mouth. He jumped in front of me lightly, shook his little head and asked shyly, "Sister, do you think I played well?" Why are you frowning? I'll teach you how to blow! "My chubby little hand touched my eyebrow, soft as coal, and my heart was warm. The soft palm line smoothed out my protruding eyebrow line. "Like this," he pursed his lips and blew hard. I carefully imitated his blowing, and my mouth tilted high, but I only heard the air flowing rapidly and sighed. He laughed his head off and corrected my movements proudly, just like an adult. My heart is filled with happiness factors in an instant.

Even Yunduo laughed from ear to ear and let the sun slip out at will. Our laughter distorted the light, which was very strange. A middle school student's school uniform and a primary school student's school uniform fit very well, and the two disheveled places are staggered together, and laughter is everywhere. This is life at the age of eighteen.

I feel relieved. Eighteen is not the season for dating. We are enjoying the growth from cocoon to butterfly and the glory of phoenix nirvana.

At eighteen, she is a beauty, and she is waiting for us to draw her eyebrows and eyes. Light makeup is always appropriate.

The sunshine is very good in the summer of eighteen. Let's shake off the dust, greet the memory of eighteen years old proudly after many years, and say loudly, "Nice to meet you!" " "

From this moment on, I set sail. I am eighteen years old.

Looking back, the light of memory breaks through the fog of youth. Eighteen years old is the most graceful youth epic, dotted with eighteen-year-old starlight, flashing in every youth footprint. ...

Eighteen years old, a time of infinite fantasy. I dreamed that "I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves without taking away a cloud", and dreamed that "you are an April day on earth" in the gentle waves of He Kang: I dreamed of the happiness of a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella in a rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River; Fantasy, March outside the window, passing by is not a beautiful mistake, but the happiness that a thoughtful woman is waiting for. Eighteen-year-old girls fantasize about their youth, which is the horn of youth, giving them the courage to pursue youth and the fantasy on the other side.

At the age of eighteen, I hold my faith tightly in my hand. I didn't look forward to Florence like Dante, Kilimanjaro like Hemingway, and I didn't love the ripples of Walden Lake like Thoreau … but I chose faith when I was eighteen. Choose to accompany Haizi to "face the sea, spring blossoms", and don't cover the rainbow on the horizon with clouds in front of you; Choose to accompany Gu Cheng to "look for the light with black eyes", and don't deny the glory of tomorrow because of the immediate difficulties. It is true that faint sadness and sweet memories will pass with the passage of time. At the age of eighteen, I will give my youth another season and stick to my faith. In the next beautiful season, the spring mud will breed another fragrant spring flower. Let 18-year-old yourself stick to your beliefs and guide you forward.

At the age of eighteen, I chose to write my faith as strong, and let my persistence be like the youth oath of eighteen. I read Jane's strong attitude towards life in Jane Eyre. I read about Maslova's power to resurrect the soul in Resurrection. After reading Eugenie Grandet, Eugénie became strong under the temptation of gold coins ... I didn't choose to drop my tears on the flower hoe with lingering fragrance like the proud Lins girl, nor did I choose to turn my beautiful youth into the dust of the Sahara like Sanmao ... Because, at the age of eighteen, I engraved my faith on my strength, steered the future, became a brave youth and became a dreamer in the future.

At the age of eighteen, I am endowed with the illusion of youth, firmly grasp the belief of youth, and have a strong pursuit of youth. This is the mission given to youth at the age of eighteen. Destined to be like a petrel, spread its wings and fly in the stormy waves; Destined to look for the way home in the vast expanse like a swan goose. If you can, let the tears and sweat of struggle moisten your beautiful eighteen; If you can, let the light of hope shine on your beautiful eighteen. Let's go hand in hand, rush to the future and wave to youth at the starting point of eighteen!

In my dream, you smiled at me, and I leaned against the window lattice, reading the shadows in the misty rain and writing poems for you. Time took away my sustenance, and I left my dream to you ... poetic, smoky and picturesque eighteen!