Junior high school composition

Youth Pickup In the past, "youth" was such a beautiful word. As long as anything was linked to youth, everything seemed to be beautiful. At that time we still had youth. Now, "youth" is such a sad word. Once it is touched, everything is painted gray. At this time our youth has ended. Yesterday four years later: Liu Ya, Qiong, and I reunited in Gongtian and spent an entire afternoon remembering our youth and the lovely people and things in our youth.

Yesterday morning Liu Ya didn’t call me as an alarm clock, so I continued to fall asleep. It’s not an easy Sunday, it’s a Sunday where you can do nothing. But this turned out to be only temporary, and she still called a little after eight o'clock. He kept nagging me and woke me up from the bed in such deceitful ways that I had to go! In addition to the lack of water, I didn't set off until after 10 o'clock, leaving behind my junior high school and elementary school classmates who planned to stay there permanently. Liu Ya said that, junior high school is not as high as high school. (Voiceover: Maybe the personalities are really not in tune with each other. She is too noisy, even more noisy than Liu Ya, but it is still my fault to leave the beautiful woman behind.)

I am sick in the car and hungry. I was on my way to Gongtian, and there was no music on the bus. I squinted my eyes and got there in a blink of an eye. Riding in a car is really tiring, especially in such weather. Before entering Liu Ya's house, I could smell the fragrance and the sound of her humming. As soon as I entered the house, I saw that she and I were actually in love with each other. The bottom is black and the top is red, jet black, Chinese red, but hers is a black skirt, and the red is the classic red she wears when she is engaged. She is dark and thin, and has the potential to be a housewife. Her brother is as silent as my brother and doesn't say hello to me when we meet, but he is a very sensible child. By the way, I devoured a chicken foot when no one else came, and then tasted Liu Ya’s newly designed winter melon dish. He directly said: "The pattern is good, but the improvement in taste is not much", which made her look down upon her.

Because I drank half a glass of cold beer while eating, Chongqing’s brand. When Liu Ya and I went to the place where Zhou Qiong lived, I felt my face was burning. Fortunately, the sun was not too bright. We just braved the little sun at noon and arrived at a relatively iron-clad place where Zhou Qiong lived. They probably heard our voices from all the way away. While I was still discussing with Liu Ya what to say as an opening statement, Zhou Qiong waved to us from all the way in front of our house. I could only hear Zhou Qiong shouting loudly: "Zou Hui, why are you like this!" To be honest, this opening statement scared me, and all I could do was giggle. Then Liu Ya said with a smile: "I just told her not to hug you and cry into a ball when she saw you. She replied that she didn't want to cry when she heard what I said..." So, we He just smiled and hugged her into the house. Four years ago, she never thought that we would meet in this way today. As soon as she entered the house, Zhou Qiong was busy carrying things out from the back room, all of which were food, and then she squeezed into the smallest sofa with me. After Liu Ya laughed at her, Zhou Qiong sat on the other sofa. Everyone sat on a sofa, and then they started chatting endlessly all afternoon, on and off.

Snacks were piled on the glass table, and the three of them ate and chatted wildly. In fact, let me tell you what we talked about now. I can’t summarize it. It was just little things about the past. Yang Zai was not present, and we didn’t mention her much except for a few brief sighs. She is now in Changsha, and everything is fine. She and her boyfriend opened a pearl milk tea shop, and her life seems to be quite comfortable. Then the topic started around the three of us. Zhou Qiong had never met Xiao Li from Liu Ya's family, so I introduced her to Liu Ya as a very honest and good owner who was bullied. Liu Ya rolled her eyes and stared at me with a sweet smile. She vowed to live such a small happy life to the end. Then Zhou Qiong seemed to start to feel sorry for herself, and I also intervened. Thinking about it, it seemed that among the four, I was the only one who was like the drifting water on the lake, without a trace. She is still continuing her studies no matter what, and has come out of the shadow of repeating two semesters. It's still white and tender, and still as delicious as before. Her hair has grown so long. She and I still had tomboy hairstyles back then. No wonder I said such scary words when I saw her with long hair.

The TV was still on in the living room. We were eating, chatting and watching, and then I became a little unconscious. Yes, I fell asleep on the couch. They were still laughing and talking in a daze, and it seemed that they wanted to carry me to the bed to sleep. My shoulders would hurt if I slept on the sofa.

Then I was really afraid that they would lift me, so I opened my eyes. Instead of sleeping on the bed, he and Liu Ya moved to the sofa. He was lying on it, talking wordlessly, occasionally falling asleep and waking up again. In the meantime, Zhou Qiong asked about Sheng Lai, and we also talked about Lao Ba, Chen Jiao, and many others.

Occasionally I would fall asleep and then open my eyes to see them sitting on both sides laughing and chatting. It really felt like a world away. Many things and faces are not much clearer, just scattered fragments, but just such fragments still make us laugh. I remember the poem my grandmother sent to the four of us and the nickname "Four Heroes on the Beach". I only remember one line of the poem: The waves sing (eagles) fly over Dongting Lake. Still remember our sand river, our wandering night...

When we went out for a walk together, Liu Ya looked at us and sighed and said: "Both of us have grown beautiful, the old fat has become a little fat, Fatty or fat." Then we walked to the school without even mentioning it, as if it had nothing to do with us. We sat on a stone bench and ate. It was so spicy that we couldn't even open our mouths. One of the most classic jokes is: Liu Ya said what if there is a man in front of us now and attracts all three of us? I said: "Impossible, without what-ifs, how could I fall in love with the same person as you! With your eyesight!" The point of laughter was Zhou Qiong, who persuaded pertinently: "Zou Hui, go find the prison bully. !”. I really didn't react at the time and was stunned for three seconds. Then the three people laughed, and the laughter was so full of mixed emotions! But it proves that at least there is no knot between them. What I didn't expect was that Zhou Qiong would be so open-minded. It turns out that we have all grown up and matured, and this growth and maturity also means that we are no longer very young.

Well...that's good! Thank you to the sisters who have accompanied me through the years of youth. Because of you, you have proved that youth has come before. Because of you, I have also been young and smiling. It's great to have you! We all need to live a good life. We may not walk together in the future, but what is certain is that we will always care about you. Sadness blooms all over the hills, and when youth is over, we will remain as we are.

Youth Collecting Shells

The slightly vicissitudes of music flows into the ears, cleaning up the waves in the heart.

The autumn wind blows away the heat and brings coolness; it blows away the fallen leaves and brings in the bright chrysanthemums; it blows away the restlessness and brings in tranquility, which is enough to give me time to think about it. While I was thinking, the cool breeze blew through my heart, causing ripples and arousing the softness deep in my heart. In an instant, countless pictures appeared in my mind. Although the old pictures were blurry, they were still visible. It is true that every bit of love from my parents is engraved in my heart like a brand, plucking the heartstrings and playing a warm movement of family affection, but I cannot fully express my love for you. A string of wind chimes on the balcony jingle after the breeze blows. That is me whispering to you.

You always love to gaze at this string of wind chimes, with a smile on your lips, and those talking eyes, passing through the layers of barriers, meeting my gaze.

I love you and your tender eyes.

All parents in the world love their children, and you are no exception. I feel your love, and the warmth shown in your wrinkled eyes warms my eyes. Those amber-like pupils always reflect my figure, and the soft light emanating from them nourishes my heart like nectar nourishing the earth. Looking at each other quietly, I curiously searched for my appearance in your eyes, but you opened your eyes wide and just looked at me quietly, as if you wanted to engrave me deeply in your mind. Did you know? The strength that bursts out of your eyes is what drives me forward. That encouraging gaze rested on me expectantly and excitedly, but it also hit my shoulder. In the eyes, we explore the unfathomable love, but it is also love that is clear at a glance. The love you left for me is so hot that the silence is louder than the sound at this time, leaving only the pool of clear spring silently reflecting the brilliance of the sun, soft and tender.

You will also gently stroke this string of wind chimes and let out a sigh of relief. The shadows of hands outline a harmonious beauty in the sunlight.

I love you and your hard-working hands.

As my little hands grow up, your delicate and smooth hands slowly turn into rough and calloused hands. If you touch it on your body, it can actually scratch your itch.

Did you know? When you stated this matter calmly, I felt distressed and ashamed of myself. It was a testimony of my hard work, and it was also a complaint, crying out for my ignorance and ignorance. I regret it, I really regret it, I regret my ignorance, immaturity, and stubbornness. I used to be like a hedgehog, always opening up that sharp protective umbrella, rejecting or even hurting your care. Now, I would like to be a peacock, show you my own style, and give you some love in return. One day, I will hold your hand, walk in the park, enjoy the touch of your hands, and experience the colorfulness of life.

When the wind chime swings, your long hair is fluttering, and the charming light is projected between the hair gaps, which catches my eyes, flows into my heart, and is engraved in my mind.

The string of wind chimes rings again, and the lingering sound is your warning, your comfort, and your expectation. I hope that the string of thoughts floating in the wind, accompanied by the crisp ringtone, will enter your sleep and convey my love.

Youth Collecting Shells

Kites will get tired after flying in the sky for a long time; youth will also get tired after flying for a long time. There are transparent silk threads on the puppet's body, not shadows that grow and shrink under the sky. I am who I am, and I don't need anyone else to control me. My youth also needs to be presented clearly and independently, and I am the director of this authentic performance. I want to make this rainy and humid season, like mimosa in the breeze, every detail extremely sensitive. With a quiet and simple fragrance. Looking through the collection of poems by layman Yi An, the sentence "I always remember that after the begonias are in bloom, it is the time of spring" tugged at the top of my heart. I thought of the swaying begonias and the beautiful scenery, and how many sentimental tears I felt. Fishing with Taibai on the Bixi River, riding a boat and dreaming of the sun; listening to his talk about his ambitions and ambitions, it’s like "there will be times when the wind and waves break, and I will hang my sails directly on the sea and sail across the sea", no matter how many hardships, hardships and hatreds can be turned into strength The waves under the wind make me complete between heaven and earth. My youth will finally return to capture delicate thoughts. I want my Mood for Love to be like dandelions scattered in the spring breeze.

The dream of youth is like a crystal clear glass ball, let Cuicui enjoy this pure warmth alone under the sunset! Is it a kind of enjoyment to weave a golden dream for yourself, a dream of youth? Lying quietly on the bed as soft as grass, breathing the fresh air of the pastoral, and facing waves of earthy ink fragrance, my heart has been wandering in the distant border town that has almost disappeared, like a dream.

You are no longer that ignorant child. Youth is like a cup of refreshing tea, gradually breaking through those rainbow-like illusions. The world is complicated, people are complicated, how much helplessness and bitterness, how much pain of failure, how many unforgettable moments, how much worry, how much true feelings are revealed... So, learn to be self-reliant in helplessness, know how to stand up in failure, be as calm as water when you are proud, and be as calm as water when you are proud. Learn to wait through longing. Youth has paid a lot, but it has also gained a lot. In the collision between the distant future and reality, I learned to cherish myself and cherish every day and every moment of life. ”

I am relieved in my youth. I am unique in youth. Youth makes me mature. Youth makes me understand where to go and how to go in life. Youth makes me understand how to choose and how to go in life. Life is meaningful. It is we who control our own youth and show off our youth. We have reason to tell the world that our youth is very important! We have spent 1/5 of our lives, and our youth has just awakened. , the baptism of countless winds and rains, the heart has become no longer fragile. Youth is here, not a passerby, nor a returning guest, just trying to awaken the soul waiting to be released in the short period of ignorance. This may only be like this in my youth. Thick, slim, and sensitive! This is exactly the effect I want. The combination of diversity is the characteristic of my youth.

Youth is like a colorful painting. Oil painting.

Green

Youth is green, it is the color of life. In our youth, we are like the grass that breaks out of the ground in spring. Although we are petite, we have infinite vitality. and passion.

Look, after studying all day, we can still lie on the bed and do our homework with a flashlight; we have a lot of fun talking about studying, and we are not tired for two days and two nights; we drag on Sunday We are very busy following our parents everywhere, doing things that show off their individuality, but we are full of energy.

When we were young, we were a group of lively elves, and we were in the forefront of fashion. At the forefront, we are young and full of energy.

Blue

Youth is blue, that is the color of the sky. When we are young, we are always positive and full of daydreams and expectations.

"I want to be the president of the country." "I want to be an explorer and explore the mysteries of the universe." "I want to be a musician and write more songs that touch the world..." In class, The students rushed to express their opinions and look forward to the future. Everyone had a blueprint in their mind. The teacher said: "A person cannot have ideals, and he must believe that his future is not a dream." When we are young, we have ideals and wings to fly to the blue sky.

Purple

Youth is purple, it is the color of maturity, just like purple wisteria, it is endless and never gives up. When we are young, we no longer hide in the arms of our parents and act coquettishly, we are no longer willing to be coaxed by our parents, and we no longer let tears become our own patent. We begin to become independent and strong.

The test papers have been handed out, and what they bring us is not good news. Staring blankly at the bright red cross on the paper, I still feel calm.

In our youth, we begin to learn to treat life calmly in the face of setbacks.

Gray

Youth is gray again, it is the color of dark clouds. Although youth is sunny, sometimes it is shrouded in dark clouds.

As we grow older, our worries begin to increase. We don’t know when the word “responsibility” has appeared on our shoulders, responsibilities to ourselves, our families, and society. Teachers and Parents nag about exams and scores every day, and we can only bury ourselves in a sea of ??questions and immerse ourselves in piles of books. A lot of responsibilities and homework weigh us down without any breathing space. Sometimes after getting up in the morning, we look at the reflection in the mirror. I began to feel strange to myself, and only the two dark circles under my eyes were witnesses to the "results" of the night.

People say "ten years of hardship". Indeed, youth is the process of struggle, struggle means hardship and sweating, and struggle means the constant alternation of success and failure. Therefore, youth is also bitter.

Youth, synonymous with beauty, comes in colorful colors. When we are young, we all have a paintbrush, and we will definitely paint the colors of our own youth.

Youth Pickle

We are full of energy, we are unrestrained, we are pretentious, we are confident and independent, and we love life. Likewise, we are always with our motherland.

We were heartbroken when we heard about earthquakes and snowstorms, and we bravely stood up and responded. Because we know that "if one party is in trouble, all parties will help", even if it is a meager effort, it is still our love. At the same time, we also secretly determined to "work hard and make our motherland more beautiful and prosperous when we grow up." Yes, we are the future of the motherland with youth as capital and knowledge as the foundation. We are the unparalleled post-90s generation.

At home, we are little emperors who are one and the same. It is true that we are a little willful, but we will not make trouble unreasonably, and we also know how to be parents-centered, because we know that our parents are for our own good. They are for us to love, respect and appreciate. We are not qualified to disobey them. It is our obligation to honor them. We may be immature, but we are not ignorant, it’s just that different people express themselves in different ways.

At school, we laughed and laughed together, but our parents’ expectations were so heavy that we were so stressed that we could hardly breathe. In their eyes, now that living conditions are better, they don’t ask for anything else, as long as their children study hard, get into a good university, and find a good job. But there will always be a disparity in grades. Everyone wants to be number one, but there is only one number one. With so many people, there will always be a ranking. Because of the differences, the students are motivated, so each of us is not the same. A good student who admits defeat.

In the eyes of adults, we seem to be more open-minded. We disdain the kind of life that "turns a deaf ear to what is going on outside the window and only reads books by sages." Bookworms like that will not be fooled by modern high-speed Accepted by a developing society, in the fierce social competition, such people will definitely be eliminated. We now advocate independent entrepreneurship and multi-faceted development. We just want to be different, we want to live out our own characteristics, and let the whole world pay attention to our uniqueness.

We have not yet entered the complex family of society, but we have not done nothing. Opportunities are created by ourselves. It is our common principle to pay attention to social life, understand society, and lay a solid foundation for entering society in the future.

Actively participate in various public welfare activities. On the one hand, we pay attention to the country and contribute to society. On the other hand, we give ourselves some experience. This kills two birds with one stone and is also a smart manifestation of our post-90s generation.

Nowadays, people say that "one generation is inferior to the other". I think this is not correct. It is not that one generation is inferior to the other, but that society is developing and people are making progress. There are differences between this generation and the next generation. We born in the 1990s are "star chasing", follow fashion, and are not mainstream - shouting "Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend" and other Internet lingo, but it does not mean that we are worse than the previous generation. This is only a kind of development. , we also have shortcomings, but we are confident and we are unique. I am born in the 90s.