Youth inspirational articles

There is a girl in Sorry for Stubbornness. She fell in love with a boy in her class. At that time, she was a sophomore, and her academic performance was average. But the boy she fell in love with is the best boy in their class. She knows that many girls like him. Because she realized that she was ordinary, the girl kept this feeling in her heart, and no one told her. She just studies hard, especially physics and chemistry, which boys are good at. She studies very well and is the best in the class except him. As a result, they have more contact than usual. She often makes excuses to ask him questions about physical chemistry, and he answers them patiently. The purpose of the question, in the face of the boy's serious expression and detailed explanation, the girl's little heart is full of happiness ... On the day when the boy was transferred to the table next to the girl, when discussing the topic with him, the girl deliberately dropped the pen in her hand on the ground alternating with the boy, and then deliberately put her hand on the boy and bent down to pick it up ... In the girl's memory, it was the first and only time that she had physical contact with the boy. At that time, the feeling of excitement and guilty conscience was still very clear in my mind. Although after so many years, I still feel my heart beat faster every time I think of it inadvertently. On the third day, she and he were in different classes. From then on, she couldn't see him or hear his voice every day. Her heart was full of disappointment, and her grades slipped a lot unconsciously. It was not until the arrival of the first monthly exam in grade three that she saw that he was still ranked third in the honor list, but her name was not on it ... His heart was touched, so she began to study wholeheartedly with only one purpose: to rank her name in the nearest place to him. It's just a big and small exam again and again, and her ranking is always one or two behind him. No matter how hard she tries, she can't reach the fourth place. Disappointment again and again became her motivation to learn. Finally, in the last senior high school entrance examination, she successfully spelled their names together, but this time she was the third and he was the fourth ... Similar grades made them choose the same school, but they were in different classes in the same school. However, the girl is already satisfied with the result. It's just that she seldom sees him after school starts. Even if she does, he just says hello, which makes the girl feel infinitely sad. The second year of high school was divided into classes, and she and he were assigned to the same class. Just knowing the news, the girl was so excited that she lost sleep for several days. Just after school, the girl was disappointed because there were always too many girls around him, and she could only be a quiet spectator. Although she is always looking for opportunities to find the tacit understanding when they discuss problems, unfortunately, the memory of junior high school seems very vague to him. However, girls' appreciation of boys increases with time. Gradually, the boy's name became synonymous with the perfect boy in her heart, and she was deeply fascinated by him. Time flies, three years of high school is over, followed by a long summer vacation. That summer vacation, girls deeply realized the care and consideration of boys. In the gathering again and again, the loose emotions in the girl's heart gradually gathered into deep attachment. However, girls still haven't expressed anything to boys, and still play the careless character of friends. When entering the university, the girl's world completely lost the figure of the boy. At that time, the girl realized that the world without the boy was only loaded with loneliness. At that time, the girl was addicted to sleeping, because as long as she fell asleep, she could see the boy's bright smile and gentle voice in her dream ... Only when she woke up, her thoughts increased a little. For a time, the girl fell in love with the internet again. She runs to the school Internet cafe almost every day, because she knows that boys often surf the Internet. Every time I see the boy's name in QQ and classmate books, the girl's heart will miraculously calm down, but if she doesn't see his name, she will be very upset ... When the sisters in the dormitory are in love, the girl will lie quietly in bed and outline the boy. It's just that girls don't know if this is love, so they dare not say his name easily, and girls won't tell boys this feeling, because girls know in their hearts that boys feel different about her. One day, the girl met the boy on QQ again, and they talked about emotional problems. On impulse, the girl blurted out, "I like you, and you?" How do you feel about me? The boy stood there for a long time, and he replied, "To tell you the truth, I have no feelings for you. I have always regarded you as a good friend, and I promised someone to wait for her for four years. " Such an answer is expected by the girl, but listening to him personally, her heart still feels hollowed out in an instant. Tears flowed down like this, the first time I shed tears for the word emotion, and I also realized my heartache for the first time. Just, still can't let go, can't let go of his thoughts, call him and say in cold words that she will wait for him for four years, but she knows in her heart that saying it is a promise, not a joke, and this has become the best excuse for her to miss him and dream about him. Deep down, she has been looking forward to the day when her infatuation can expect his sincere return ... after struggling between letting go and persisting for two years. In two years, the girl has experienced a lot of maturity and thought a lot about this problem. She gradually realized that her persistence and infatuation might just be his burden and scruples. So when he sent a text message that day, she knew that he might have found a girl he liked, so she took this opportunity to tell him that she understood that her feelings for him were not love, and she would not stick to the previous four-year contract. It's just that girls don't know that boys' girlfriends are girls' best friends. When I first found out, the girl thought silently all night, and originally planned to ignore him and his friends. However, after all, that girl is too kind. After two days, she gave up her original insistence because she didn't want her friend and him to get hurt, but she seemed to forget that she was actually the most painful person ... Youth Inspirations 2. I have a button in my hand, thin and light, dyed with rainbow-like lines and smooth as agate. Hold it in your hand, there will be a pity-like weakness. I like peeking through the buttonhole, from the slogan on the classroom platform to the blackboard eraser, down, and finally, on her long hair. This button is hers. But I didn't intend to give it back to her at all. I didn't take part in the summer school sports meeting, and I wandered outside the stadium like a night watchman. Fear of loss is one thing. I don't have to give up on myself when my academic performance is low and I am frequently ridiculed on weekdays. Most importantly, I grew up weak, tall and thin. If I put on an athlete's vest and shorts, I look like a hemp pole in the wind. The game is in full swing and people are crowded. Several senior athletes passed me with javelins and only heard a "stab". My white shirt was cut, and the buttons on my chest drew a beautiful arc like a manic javelin and disappeared. But they left a contemptuous look and walked away. Looking at their developed triceps, I didn't dare to say anything. I can feel the eyes coming from all directions, my angular "ribs" are clearly visible, and my scraped shirt is swaying in the wind, losing no time, like a white flag. Most importantly, I saw her from the playground-our study committee member, the famous beauty queen of the whole school. Her voice is sweet and crisp, like a wind chime swaying slightly in the morning, and like a nightingale singing quietly in the night. When reading in the morning, the whole class will calm down and listen to her recitation. There is a clear ocean of the moon in her eyes. If you are not careful, you will fall in. I could feel her approaching, but I pretended not to see her and whistled casually. The reserve and detachment of a teenager is so indescribable. "I have a button here. Let me give you one. "The crisp wind chimes are swaying in my ear, and my whistle falls to the ground like absorbent cotton, dispersed and fell silent again. She gently lifted the corner of the skirt and unbuttoned it for me. Some brand-name clothes often have spare buttons on the back of the lower hem. I don't remember how I took the button. I usually peep at her beauty in the dark, but I dare not face her eyes at this time. I just think the world is quiet, and a deer hit my chest. She also said, "Why don't you take part in the competition? In fact, you are also very good, as long as you work hard ... "I was as flustered as a kindergarten English student, muttering" Thank you ... I will return your button ... "Later, I kept thinking about her words-you are also very good. What's good about me? Is she implying something? Did I appear in her green dream? Does she have a crush on me? In a word, encouraged, I immediately signed up for the next day's long-distance running, and I stumbled to the finish line, because I felt that she was watching me in a corner outside the stadium, watching me fall to the ground tired and frustrated, just like the gorgeous button I nailed to my shirt. I firmly believe that the button with her spirituality and body temperature has brought me inexplicable confidence and courage. I have been weak and taciturn, and began to answer the teacher's questions boldly, and my thinking has become more flexible than ever. What surprised me most was that she took the initiative to help me with my lessons and made a "written promise" in front of the teacher to form a "pair" with me. I am ecstatic, so blessed arrival, how can I not try my best? With her help, my academic performance jumped to the top 20 in my class. When the teacher announced the results, I really felt the exclamation of the whole class, as well as her smile and eyes. I decided to break my word and never give that button back to her again. So, I put it in a locked iron box like a gem, and there were poems I wrote to her in the box: light blue stationery, soft as a dream. I carry the box with me in my schoolbag to make sure that it is always in my sight and will not be lost. Just as I was about to give those poems to her, I lost the box, or confiscated it. I just locked my buttons in the box during the self-study class that day. Suddenly a big hand reached out and took the box away. In anger, I really wanted to open my mouth and bite those hateful big hands, but when I looked up, it turned out to be the class teacher and I had to give up. However, how can a pure heart give up! I had many "negotiations" with the class teacher in his office, and the class teacher who is familiar with the context of youth did the work step by step. Finally, I had to agree to his condition: sprint to the top 20 of the college entrance examination, otherwise, give the box to my parents or never return it! With this sadness, I got up at once. In the hot July, the class teacher smiled and handed me an admission notice, as well as the iron box containing secrets. I was dumbfounded when I opened the box with ecstasy. There is blue writing paper in the box, and the button hiding my heart is missing. Obviously, I locked it myself. Besides, there is no need for the head teacher to make such a joke with me. I rummaged frantically for countless times, and finally had to accept the fact that the button was really missing! She was admitted to a university in the north, thousands of miles away from me. It rained on the day of the school banquet, as if my heart was sour. When I left, I walked her to the door, knowing that I might never get another chance. I gnashed my teeth and said incoherently, "The button you gave me at the school sports meeting … was later … lost, and the next day I signed up for the long-distance race. What I want to say is ... I ..... "I like the words you just came to my mouth, and she interrupted me with a smile:" What button? I don't like long-distance running. I don't understand what you are saying. " She put on her raincoat, zipped it with a whoosh and waved to me: "Goodbye! "Three months later, I received a short message from her in college:" The head teacher told me that the happiest thing for a person is that the people he helped have also succeeded. He has always said that you have potential to tap, and asked me to take time to tutor you. It seems that he is right. He also said that the value of youth should be to help everyone in need with enthusiasm and sincerity ... May youth be priceless and friendship last forever! "Youth has a green coat, as if on that day, the zipper was zipped with a whoosh, and the wind and smoke were clean. Since then, I have never seen her again, and the button that was lost for no reason has been embedded in the heart of the once weak and inferior teenager.