University, Youth and Growth: The Urgent Needs of 600-word Universities

I like to pick up a yellow leaf swept by the autumn wind in the quiet beauty. I like to hold a handful of clear water in flowing water. I like reading poetry or history. Whether it is poetry or historical biography, I know that those muddy footprints walking on the road of youth are so precious.

The word "youth" was deeply imprinted on people's minds in the history of smoke and political changes. In order to commemorate that day in history and that group of young people, the May Fourth Festival has become the Youth Day of our country every year. It was also in that year that a trendy idea was born.

A generation of great men are in high spirits, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and writing magnificent youth with majestic poems. His youth stayed on the battlefield where he shed his blood, lingered in the sound of reading, and spent it in the sonorous cry of holding high the banner of victory. His youth is a huge wave, and only when the tide rises and falls can he make a thrilling sound and show his heroic qualities.

Some people think that Lei Feng's life is great and heroic, but I think his life is as dull as a cup of green tea. There are no shocking promotions and knighthoods, and there are no epic feats. Only a trickle of endless spirit. He devoted all his youth to society and people. How many rainy nights, he stepped on the mud and thorns, carrying the injured patient to find the way forward; How many times has he saved his own rations and helped passengers board the train home? How many sentences "My name is the People's Liberation Army" courageously stirred in our hearts, arousing our endless admiration and nostalgia. The long river of history has left the brilliance of these "screws" and turned them into delicate fragrance that nourishes us.

The moonlight is bright, savoring the faint sadness in the moonlight music, and the young Beethoven is writing his youth like water with beautiful notes. The glimpse of youth is always spent in practicing the piano, but he endured physical and mental torture and destruction, entirely out of his persistent pursuit of his sacred mission. He regards the pursuit of music and dedication to mankind as a soul more precious than life. It's like holding the fate by the throat forever, which is a kind of strength and an inexhaustible motive force to resist life.

It was the sweat of youth that made him leave an extremely rich wealth for mankind. His youth is like a pot of liquor. Only when he endured bitterness and cold can he feel refreshed. In what way will my youth laugh at my life? I have a million ideas in Qian Qian. But everyone's youth is unique, or has the joy of success, or lonely poetry, or high-profile gorgeous bloom, or simple and simple bud. In the net woven by teachers with teaching and warmth, I suck the nectar of knowledge, play the hymn of youth and water the most beautiful flowers in my life.