My prose when I was young

My youth prose 1 My world is full of youth. Love and frustration walk side by side, stumbling and growing up in a daze, which means that I don't hit the south wall and don't look back. My youth is like a dream, beautiful and fearless.

My youth, a group of her, accompanied me and never gave up. They gave me the purest friendship, the best time, joy and beautiful dreams. Youth is like a dream, illusory and beautiful. Youth won't last forever, but the friendship between us will last until we are old and will not change for life. They are the witnesses of my youth and my companions in the process of stumbling. Time is an emotional song. The girl who once met her whole life young will eventually become an old woman with white hair, and the joy of youth will last until the end of white hair. This is my most wanted dream.

My youth is elegant and poetic. Confused youth, not knowing where the road ahead is, varies from poem to poem. Use poetry to express your feelings and feelings, without any constraints. Beautify my youth with poetry, let more people know me because of poetry, because I am interested in poetry. The greatest achievement is to gain recognition from others and have your own bright spot. I write poetry with love and youth with poetry.

Flowers bloom, I am young, and my dream remains the same. The life you admire and the future I feel are always supported by a dream, and my youth is laying the foundation for my dream. In the final analysis, my efforts are only to make myself better, so that my future self can fulfill my dreams, achieve my future, love those I should love better, and indulge in love. Youth is only once, and desperate love is nothing, but people who give up their dreams for love are fools. How can a person who can't love himself love others and let others love you? I stick to my dream, because my dream is worth paying for.

When I was young, I dreamed of him. He has been walking in my heart, sometimes suddenly appearing, sometimes suddenly disappearing, but over and over again, there is only one him in my dream. My youth doesn't need too much emotion. A love that I don't know where the end point is, but I like each other, will run through my youth and give me good memories. A warm journey has opened another chapter in my life, and many emotions have arisen from it, whether sad or happy, for that person. In fact, youth is a journey that I don't know right or wrong. In this trip, it's easy to get lost, but there will be more novel experiences.

Youth is short, so are dreams. In my youth, I want to create my own life with my dreams. Family, friendship and love are intertwined, which constitutes my brilliant youth and my dream of going forward bravely.

When I was a child, you were my world, and my wish was to be your bride when I grew up. You are a few years older than me. I am always by your side, brother. My brother calls you loudly. Instead of bothering me, you show me around and let me be your sidekick.

Your academic performance is very good. In our large population, you have become a child of others. So I also study hard, but I can't catch up with you after all. You go to junior high school and I go to primary school; You graduated from high school and I just graduated from junior high school. I miss it all the time, but I never stop.

I want to go to that city and that school. The scenery there is beautiful, just because you are there. Some people say that life without senior three is an incomplete life. In those days, we studied day and night with the same purpose. In fact, we are afraid that one person will accidentally destroy four test papers and fail all our previous efforts. It's the same thing. No matter what you do now, you can't get back the momentum of that year.

After all, I came to your city and school. You don't know, because of this, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several nights. Others hope that the summer vacation can be longer, go to all the places they want to go in recent years, and vent their accumulated emotions. But I am looking forward to the early end of the summer vacation, going to my university and spending the only campus life with you. But, it's just, let me think.

At the beginning of school, I came here alone with my luggage. I stood at the gate of the university, waiting for you to pick me up with great joy. I imagine that one afternoon, I was walking on campus, with you and me. When you came to me holding her hand, I mistakenly thought that it was just the summer sunshine that stung my eyes.

I don't know what to say, just say slightly: long time no see.

"It's good of you to come here." Took the luggage from me, turned around and said with a smile, "She is my neighbor's sister. You should take good care of her for me while I am away. " I have been looking forward to my life for a long time, but it started like this. ...

I've been trying to stand by and watch you, and now I can't follow you. Everyone has been insisting. Finally, it's time to give up. Maybe when you recall your youth, I am not the leading role or even the supporting role, but you are my whole youth.

My Youth Prose 3 Many times, when I sigh that time is short, I look back at the time I wasted and abandoned, and I regret it a little and don't know if it is full. Many times, when I sigh that love is short, and then go back to the old chapters that I have hurt or hurt, I feel a little fickle and don't know whether it is happiness or injury. Youth, for many reasons, makes me unforgettable. There are many chapters in the story, which is worth revisiting.

Listening to music, humming a favorite rhythm, the lyrics are the lyrics of free music. A guitar, a travel bag, looking up at the sky, looking at the distant stars, hearing your voice is still so sweet. Traveling year after year has become a habit. I'm used to thinking about your smiling face. That lovely face waved and told me that you would stay with me and don't want to be a mile away from me. You're still afraid to leave.

Her name, I will often shout, get up every morning, I am like an alarm clock "swinging from side to side" or making funny noises. Look at your little head, with your little eyes and petite body lines, draw a picture of a clown drawn by {PabloPicasso}. I can't get tired of reading for nothing. You are like my personal actor, performing the clown princess for me every day. So I gave you a "small Taobao", but you still refused to give me a "big bastard".

Her favorite hobby is frequent travel, alone, a guitar and a traveling bag. I will be called occasionally, but I hate that I have never been with me once, the last time. That was the day you left. I know you like music, and you believe that loneliness will bring you different sadness. With loneliness, you like silence. I believe you can get out of the shadow of inferiority and have a powerful psychological war. Little Taobao.

My favorite fallen leaves are a person, a guitar and an autumn photo. Looking at the dead branches and golden leaves, the fallen leaves are like missing, and I can't bear to part with that old tree. I don't know if you packed your travel bag and set off for the beautiful kingdom of heaven. The most exasperating thing is that you are still alone this time, and you didn't take me to play alone.

My favorite floral fragrance is the lily fragrance you gave me, pure white petals, pure love. In the church blessed by thousands of people, in NotreDamedeParis: the petals are full of roses and lilies, and you stand in front of me in a white wedding dress and a princess corolla with petals. That photo, as beautiful as a shining star in the distance, was near and far away, and accompanied me for the rest of my life in Yu Nian.

Many years ago, I became a lonely person like you, alone, with a guitar, a travel bag and a smile from you. See different scenery, see different skies, listen to different stars, and walk slowly in the corner of the picture with the wind.

My Youth Prose 4 When will my youth go far? I haven't had time to savor the arrogance and freedom that I should have. The sunshine scattered through the treetops warms my aging body and mind. I really want to fight, but in the end I just smile and let time and youth go away.

She asked me how long people can live, and I said it was long, but it was also short. She smiled and stopped asking me, sighed lightly and watched the falling sunshine together. I feel the warmth of spring in the shade, but I don't want to take a step to bathe in the sun. Sometimes having is not necessarily happiness. Maybe it's just because there is no chair to stop in the sun. Maybe I missed the last breath of spring. Vines hang down from the rocks and slowly shake away with the breeze. There is nothing to worry about. Those fallen bauhinia flowers are still gorgeous purple. They may be tired after blooming for a long time, or they may just go home. Over time, the answers to those so-called answers are just dull struggles, the affirmative answers are just wishful thinking, and the final truth is just to cherish.

I believe that one day I will embark on that journey, and the destination will be a utopia with inner peace. If sigh is useful, I want it to be buried quietly with fallen leaves and flowers.

My Youth Prose The seasons in the north have changed my appearance. Colorful clothes, can't tell the temperature difference label, blurred the appearance of the season. I don't know the difference between summer and autumn. When I woke up, the cold wind had closed the shady window and didn't want to open it again.

In autumn, ripe fruits in the fields cheer and jump under the blue sky. And I am in it, frozen at the end of this season, facing the maturity of the harvest, smiling innocently. Memories about this season have been hidden in my mind and can't stand the screening!

Sometimes I really ask; In the step-by-step growth, what track does the annual ring of life follow to expand your pain! A period of pure and kind years, and in the turbulent long river of life, how to be washed away! Then he urged me to walk in an unknown direction with my tired feet.

Some people, some things, stay in clear and transparent eyes and can't forget them. In the dead of night, there are always some stories interspersed with subtle pain, tossing and turning.

There are still some things ...

There are still some things you can't forget.

Friends, relatives, and strangers. In this mature and heavy season, thank you for accompanying me on a long journey and maintaining this temperature year after year. No matter how shaky I used to be, I was never alone!

Some people go too far. Some people still hold hands with me and flow along the river bed of time, if they warm my youth and my future. ...

My youth prose 6 "shuashua shua ...", rain, once again, fascinated the early summer night and captured my heart.

Memories of rain suddenly came and crept into the deepest corner of my heart. Memory, frozen and melted, became my thin and quiet youth.

There, there are you, him, her, me, and we still have some memories about us.

There, there are laughter, tears, reminders thousands of miles away, and inseparable concerns; There is teaching in the classroom, and there are wars and peace talks behind the desk.

There, a telephone line carries the wanderer's yearning for home; There, friendship began to flood; There, love began to sprout quietly.

How can I forget that when I 13 first stepped on the bus away from home, I saw not only the roadside scenery, but also my eyes, those wrinkled eyes outside the window, I know.

A person, a suitcase, a road, pacing back and forth, lost in that strange city, where there were no crows, no smoke, only traffic, tall buildings and misty rain that day.

And I, without crying or being confused, know that I will always reach an unknown dream place. I told myself to hide my tears and thoughts and pursue my dreams. My dream is also my parents' dream.

How could I forget that for the first time, I hung up my mother's phone with difficulty. I know this is a young man's impulse. At that time, I just didn't know how painful my mother was on the other end of the phone; At that time, I just didn't know that my little cotton-padded jacket could not warm my mother's cold heart.

How can I forget the day when I burned the midnight oil just to solve a math problem? Under the dim street lamp, there are only teachers, me, an exercise book, a pen and a silent night.

How can we forget the indignation written on paper? We wantonly criticized the Henan coal boss, and let the gas explosion kill more than a dozen people. Real estate agents in Zhejiang are also tearing down houses. What happened to the Sichuan earthquake love fund? ...

For a time, grief and indignation filled every corner of the classroom, and any unjust people and things were the theme of our story sharing. The teacher said, forget it, it will only affect the mood. If you want to change the world, you must study hard and reserve your strength first.

However, the teacher doesn't know that we are actually happy, because we are together and we are still awake. Although we are so sober, it can't help us change anything at present.

How can I forget a few lost children running wildly in the heavy rain, falling leaves all over the floor, all the way confused. They may be thinking, find a place to shelter from the rain without an umbrella. However, what we need is not an umbrella, but a beacon to the future. They don't understand, neither do we. We only know the college entrance examination, write the questions and then write the questions.

In the withered life, try to find the fun and meaning that life should have. We tried to collect stories and jokes around us and went back to the dormitory to laugh. Gradually, the plot about love appeared and became clear. Before and after the table, here and there on the wall, the air began to turn slightly red, just like the morning sun, giving people motivation and direction.

We began to have a longer slumber party, talking about our past and our imagined future. We began to learn to tolerate ourselves, face up to the road ahead, and look for motivation and direction from the ideals of others, but we are about to graduate.

Now, I am wandering outside and starting another journey. Yes, I went to college, I grew up, and my youth will die! Or confused, or sad, or smiling, my youth is about to wave goodbye to me.

Rain, still raining, let my memories of youth slide with this summer rain! Fall into my heart, fall into that quiet corner. Rain, can you understand my heart?

The memory of my youth prose 7 is as vivid and vivid as a CD, and it is clearly presented in my mind. I can see the scene of snow in the south, which is just the joy that strange fantasies are outlined and described in the rhythm of real life.

Yellow leaves falling in the snow are full of helpless feelings and mixed feelings, like the footsteps of pedestrians on the South Gate Bridge.

Leaves are falling, trees are crying, trees are standing there alone in a daze, and trees are guarding the cold and loneliness.

Although trees and leaves have beautiful promises, they will also be divided by seasons, and leaves will leave the branches where they once lived in an instant, just like lovers breaking up.

Anyone can say love words, sing love songs and write love poems, but who knows that Valentine's Day is not performed every day?

I've seen too many tragedies. People know that leaves can fly and trees will grow new branches, but they can't help but try.

Time flies, powder and length are more deeply reflected in the hearts of teenagers than textbooks.

But those parting sorrows are like leaves that grow from spring to winter and are finally taken away by the north wind.

Whose world's stars will be bigger than whose world's moon, because the full moon will become a string moon, and the stars will always shine like that.

When winter came, I couldn't help worrying. I didn't know the face of Iraq for three years.

Cui Yingying, the fragrance dies, and Liu Mengmei is the most eternal.

Leehom sang and looked at the plum blossom, his heart was dazzled and his heart was heavy.

The love between life and death, which never stops, touched the world and spread through the ages.

The rice paper is hard and fragrant, leaving a wonderful peony pavilion.

Dawn, is affectionate, is like a mirror.

Willow is like silk, thinking like love, and the moonlight has washed for several autumn.

The amber moon, the cold water at night, and the candlelight in the red window illuminate a dream.

My youth prose 8 people's memories are always paler than words, and now I have begun to be careful of myself. If you want to keep something, you will always feel at ease until you condense it into a literary talent, but if you don't want to remember it, you can't wait to suddenly lose your memory.

There is still no way to change many habits. I still like walking on the road with drooping eyebrows, wearing a plaid coat, wearing white cloth shoes and looking straight at the sea in front of me. It is said that getting used to something is particularly terrible. The poor have never seen prosperity in their lives, and they don't know they are poor until they die. Then, I wonder, will I be stuck in this habit all my life and become an out-and-out prisoner like this poor man?

Ordinary Jing 'an is located in a sea of people, but she really wants others to remember her. It is said that if you want to give a stranger some images and words, the best way is to do something unusual. But I have never had the courage to live and surprise others. So I always choose my own sexual addiction. Eat in the same place every day, eat the same food, say the same things, sit in the same seat and face the same familiar faces. In this seclusion, someone will remember you clearly, which is gratifying. I guess the reason is not how unforgettable I am, nor how brilliant I am, but how cleverly I borrowed too many words from others to express myself. Come to think of it, I have such a deep heart.

I remember it so clearly for the first time. The first time I quarreled with a boy, I found myself cruel enough; The first time I cried at night with my child, I really didn't have the courage to cry again. For the first time, for the sake of dignity, I don't want to humble myself; ..... For the first time, my mother told me that because she had seen too many shocking things, as long as I was alive, I began to constantly look for comfort that was not necessary to be excellent; After seeing the ugliness of human nature for the first time, I appreciate the feelings in the depths of nature even more; ..... I wonder how many years later, will I write down all my last words in an older language?

Many things that I dare not think about, I would rather do it myself. Seeing those young girls who walked out of the campus with a calm attitude, who still retains the original traces after many years? After two years, what kind of posture will I leave after enjoying this time? Walking, will I suddenly turn my head and start to stop and look at the dribs and drabs we have stopped? I always mistakenly think that things can replace missing and commitment, so I always take away the photo album with your head. However, in the end, even my face will be blurred. Only then did we find that the truest thing that time has taught us is to forget ourselves and everyone.

Time flies without vicissitudes, and there is peace at the end of the year. All the youth chapters are written here. From now on, I will stay away from sadness and just want to protect my enjoyment.

My Youth Prose 9 Sometimes I always wonder whether youth will die quietly because of the freezing of time; Sometimes I am always confused about how to print my youth somewhere so that I can relive it. So, I ran desperately, hoping to stay ahead of time, so that I could quietly find my lost youth. But looking back, I found that my youth had been scattered all over the floor.

No. 1 I'd like to if I can.

In retrospect, there are many spots on the white paper of life, and I regret it as much as what I have experienced. People come and go in the noisy street, and campus music is playing in the shops on the street. This song is just what I am familiar with. So I sang with its rhythm, and it felt good, as if I were wandering in the rhythm of music. In a trance, I saw a group of middle school students walking past me with their schoolbags on their backs. They laughed and teased each other. This kind of laughter fascinates me, because I have had it before. I remember the past vividly, but I suddenly realized that my youth had slipped away inadvertently.

The gear of youth runs fast under the impetus of time, and there is not much stay and waiting. I find it too late to remember. I once asked a person what youth is. Some people say that youth is a frivolous young age; Some people say that youth is laughing and unrestrained; Some people say that youth is always looking for it. I dare not refute their idea. After all, everyone has different ideas. It's just that in my mind, I feel that youth is crazy and unscrupulous, laughing loudly, and only simple ideas remain in my mind. This is youth in my eyes.

When I walked into the park, the yellow maple leaves on the ground kept telling me a message. Times have changed, spring has come and winter has come. In desperation, grandpa took its lush maple leaf and let it drift with the wind. The yellow maple leaves on the ground and the light of the sunset are beautiful. Wearing headphones and listening to beautiful melody, this feeling makes me very useful. Just a few words flashed through my mind. Isn't this the scene of youth? Isn't this the feeling of youth I've been looking for? I'd like to go, if possible. But maple leaves will rot one day, and youth will always die! Looking at the maple leaf on the ground, I saw the word helpless. I asked others if youth is a kind of happiness.

No. I want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

"Facing the sea, spring blossoms" is a very warm sentence. I think Haizi must be very eager for happiness when he wrote this poem. It is everyone's right to want happiness, but there are too many people in this world who don't know how to cherish it when they are happy and regret it when they lose it. As for the understanding of happiness, I think as long as it is an experience, it is happiness. Even if others give themselves a small smile, I will feel very happy.

If youth is also a kind of happiness, I think we have all had it. After all, everyone has experienced youth. It's just that we didn't cherish the immediate happiness when we experienced youth. Unfortunately, looking back now, I find my youth scattered all over the floor. It turned out that I forgot my past happiness and thought I could look back when I had time. I never knew that happiness had been lost, and it was futile to look for it again. So I learned from Haizi's state of mind and wrote such a sentence: "I would like to face the sea, and spring blossoms", but I just don't know if I can really do it. Every time I see Haizi's words, there is always a warm current in my heart.

Looking back on the past scenes, we all regret it. We all regret it. Here, we must advise everyone that youth is gone forever, and I hope everyone will cherish the happiness in front of them. Because at this time we have no pressure, we can laugh, be reckless, roar, be free, and so on. Don't look back when youth is gone like the author, only to find that the youth all over the sky has already been scattered all over the place.

No. When I was young, I never cherished it.

In fact, sometimes I always have the idea that I will wander around every town in the world with my luggage and camera alone. I want to see maple leaves falling all over the sky. This should be a very beautiful sight! I used to wonder whether I would be lonely when traveling alone, whether I would suddenly feel homesick during my trip and whether I would give up. I have been looking for, looking for beautiful scenes, recording them one by one with a camera, and then developing them into big photos to hang on the wall. I will smile at the photos because I appreciate their beauty.

Tell my friends that when I reach the age of 50, I must live on the grassland, where there are blue sky, vast grassland, Mercedes-Benz horses, countless yurts and, of course, those hospitable people. When I am old, I can sit on the grassland with my guitar and sing loudly. I can dance wildly with the people I love. How wonderful, but these can only be realized when you are old. So for this dream, I am now trying to improve my quality of life, hoping to save money to enjoy such a beautiful life when I am old.

When I am happy, I really want to shout at the sky. I want all the people in the world to know my happiness. I am a person who likes memories and always wants to indulge in the beautiful imagination of the past. Ah, but all of a sudden, I'm planning something after 50. Although the planned scene is beautiful, it is not as unscrupulous and naughty as my laughter when I was a child. Farewell, my youth, my youth is still young.

My youth prose 10 Quiet night, night like wearing, moonlight quiet. A song "Colorful Dreams" spread in the breeze: seventeen or eighteen years old is not deep, but the dream of a mature life is colorful. Open the quiet sky, use it as a canvas, paint it with the most beautiful colors, and show youth ... The songs are lively and dynamic, full of passion.

The light shadow is oblique and ethereal. I sat alone on the porch with a cup of tea and an album in my hand. I remember the bits and pieces of youth stories in the hazy, savoring them carefully and feeling a lot. ...

My youth story is a bit turbulent, and I want to play a rebellious melody for my youth. I am a wayward child in adolescence: I came home after dark and was scolded by my father; Dissatisfied with the teacher's criticism, he was punished after talking back; Tired of studying, I left home for the first time, which made my parents very anxious ... I can't remember how many times I was criticized by the class teacher, and how many times my mother sighed helplessly. Nowadays, with the growth of age, rebellion melts in care and has long since vanished. Think back on your growth and make friends and relatives work hard. Although ashamed, I don't regret it. Because of rebellion, because I long for independence. And I have bravely taken the first step of independence!

The story of my youth was a bit monotonous. The boredom of learning makes our biological clock completely disordered and makes our nerves very nervous. I can't remember how many days and nights, for the sake of the sea, I worked hard, just for the thin admission notice. Such a day is like a cup of boiled water, plain and unremarkable. In my spare time, I always look at the blue sky through the glass window and wonder when I can get rid of the "bitter sea" and be a free bird. ...

The story of my youth is also full of vitality. I want to sing a song for my youth. Chen Duxiu said: "Youth is like early spring, like the sunrise, like the germination of flowers, like the rebirth of a sword. Youth is like a fresh and lively cell to society. " I like to run around and fight between classes; I like to get together with a group of friends, ride bicycles and run races on the road; The vitality of youth lies in "youth, nothing wrong!" "

My youth story is very brave. I want to write a poem for youth. When I was a child, I worshipped Mulan, a heroine who never made men cry. I am still deeply impressed by her deeds of joining the army instead of her father, galloping on the battlefield and serving the country faithfully. So although I am a woman, my bones are full of ambition and ambition. And in the era of "scholar's spirit, all-powerful Fang Qiu", a passionate thought is to travel around the world. As Li Bai said in his poem, "Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we Artemisia people? "

The taste of my youth story is bitter. I want to pick a green apple and define the emotion of youth. I had a crush on a good friend in high school. He is a handsome and sunny boy. I still remember that summer, I wore a long pink dress and sat on his bike, listening to him sing pink memories. "Romantic summer, a romantic you, give me a pink memory ..." The self-righteous "love" was taken as a secret by me and carefully cared for in my heart. And indulge in it, but I don't feel that my grades have dropped a little. Until one day the old class discovered the secret. She called me to my office, put two apples (always blue and always red) on the table and asked, "Which apple do you want to eat?" "Sweet and big red apples, of course." I replied. She listened and said softly, "Sweet love is like this red apple, and premature love is like this green apple." Then she listed the dangers of puppy love, which was reasonable. Listen, I hung my head in shame. Finally, she encouraged me to say, "The sail of youth has just set sail. Why do you want to park too early? Watching a partner of the same age smile like sunshine and fight bravely and happily in the wind and rain, are you willing to dock like this ... "Yes, we are too young and immature, and falling in love too early will only taste the bitter fruit of love. Understand this truth, I correct my mentality and put my mind back on my study.

My youth story is colorful, and I want to draw a beautiful picture for my youth. Jing M.Guo said: Youth is a beautiful sadness. My youth has a kind of gray sadness: the setbacks in life, the pain in study and the friction in making friends with others will all affect my little mood and make me depressed, empty and confused. At the same time, I had orange happiness when I was a teenager: the teacher's boasting after my grades improved, my friends' sincere greetings, and my classmates' incisive laughter and scolding all made me realize that happiness is everywhere. In addition, youth has its red passion, yellow desire, green freedom and purple emptiness ... Seven colors of light, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, come together, just like flashing fireworks in the sky, freezing gorgeous youth. ...

My youth is rebellious, brave and full of vitality ... In the story of youth, endless mental journey and endless youthful breath are all in it.

Tagore said: "As soon as a person's youth is over, there will be a beautiful maturity as autumn. At this time, the fruit of life is like cooked rice, waiting for harvest in a beautiful and calm atmosphere. " After the baptism of youth, I brushed away yesterday's fanaticism and impetuousness with my hands, kept today's persistence and silence with my heart, and took a good road to the future of life.