A selection of stories about youth

Youth is half bright and half sad. It is a masterpiece that makes the gods cry, but we read it in a hurry. Inadvertently, the book of youth quietly closed, so that when we want to study it again, we find that the handwriting of youth has long been covered with dust and blurred. The following is a selection of stories about youth that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you!

Selected stories of youth Part I: Playing on the road of youth? Litchi special offer? My sister is the owner of a Japanese noodle restaurant. I sat in the corner and ate a bowl of noodles at a slow speed until the whole store closed. Sister sees me dawdling and refuses to get up. He came over and asked? What happened? No money to pay the bill?

? What about you? Is anyone here? I hesitated and said:? Wash dishes, serve food, anything. ? She looked at me and asked, What else can you do?

? Play the piano. I can play Liszt's Don Juan. My sister smiled as soon as she heard it. What? Litchi special offer? Ah, or? Princess laughs? And then what? Children are very interesting. Let's go to work tomorrow. ?

I never thought it would be so smooth. My sister didn't even ask her age, so she let me stay in her shop. Her promise includes three meals and 500 yuan's salary every month.

That year, I was 17 years old, and no one wanted to hire me. Only 192 yuan was left in my pocket, and I slept in the waiting hall of the railway station for 4 days. I think, this is also? Jianghu? Okay？ People who wander the rivers and lakes should be not afraid of hardships and don't want to go home, but when I close my eyes, I always think of some fragmentary fragments?

I began to learn piano at the age of six. 14 years old, you can pop up more than half a Don Juan. That is Liszt's most famous work, which is considered as the most difficult piano music in the world. This makes me a little complacent. I still remember that afternoon before the entrance examination, I applied for the piano department of Shenyang Conservatory of Music. I thought it was a shoo-in However, a month later, I found that my name was not on the list at all.

My parents are workers in chemical plants. I grew up in that worker's community full of all kinds of chemical smells. Without the aura of the piano, my life is ordinary and ordinary, like a three-year dark blue school uniform. In order to save money, my parents even let me go to Shenyang to take professional courses alone. So I can't go back and I don't want to go back. I don't want to change from an example that everyone praises to a well-known joke. I stubbornly stayed in Shenyang. Dad said anxiously on the phone: how could you live outside when you were a child?

? Don't worry, I can work, earn money, study for another year, and then take the exam next year. ? Say that finish, I quickly hung up the phone. Because I don't want to hear any discouragement, scolding or a word of comfort.

1What can 92 yuan do?

Finding a piano professor in Shen Yin is not enough for a class. I can only use it to rent the piano room in the attached middle school and practice the piano hard. I want to get my first month's salary? Dongda? College entrance examination cram school I confidently arranged myself as? Transformers, I just can't become a bus on my way to class.

I'm in Lamian Noodles's shop, collecting vegetables. My sister is very strict with me. Of course, my sister is very kind to me sometimes. Every time I eat, she wants me to sit with her. Because there are always a few more side dishes on her table, such as barbecued pork or fried dumplings.

10, Shenyang is very cold. The sky is cold and clean. I began to gradually adapt to this industrial city. When I call home, I always smile, as if Santa Claus lives in the shop. But I'm really not that happy. My sister's Lamian Noodles store has become famous among the students. There will be a large number of students as soon as school is over. I tried to turn a blind eye, but those dark blue school uniforms became particularly dazzling, making me keep my head down.

One afternoon, two girls and a boy were sitting in the corner, still not leaving. It seems that they skipped class. The girl said:? I want a new me? Touch, my mother just won't buy it. Do you think being angry is irritating?

The boys are fanning the flames. They will run away from home if they don't buy it, and they will be afraid if they walk for two days. No, like him, he raised his finger to me and his fingertip hit my heart from a distance. It's great to be a waiter and buy one for yourself in three months. ?

? Not good! ? I suddenly patted the table and shouted. You think you are free! You think this is cool! You don't know anything! ? I grabbed the boy's school uniform and said, you don't know how happy you are to wear it. ?

After that, I pushed the leftovers into the kitchen. I haven't been to the piano room for a long time. It's really ridiculous to think about it. I stayed so firmly just to learn the piano. But the fatigue of work makes me have no energy to deal with the tedious jumping notes on the staff. I found that the hand that used to touch the keys every day was actually more suitable for carrying dishes.

One day, my sister came in and said, fool, the conservatory of music has already started to register. Why are you not in a hurry?

In March, my sister suddenly came back with the enrollment brochure. I didn't tell her that I stopped practicing the piano. I have long been used to being an idle waiter. However, in the face of my sister, I can't talk. She is the only one who still believes that I am a genius. She dragged me to register for fear of burying my talent.

That year, my piano qualification certificate still let me pass the initial test. However, I know that I have come here. I stayed up all night the night before the second interview. As soon as it turned slightly pale, I began to clean the shop alone. When my sister came, the whole store was bright. She pushed me anxiously and said, why are you still here?

? I'm not going to take the exam! ? I shook off her hand and said, do you know that I stopped practicing piano a long time ago? I'm not cut out to play the piano at all. I don't want to go there to get excited! ?

? /kloc-at the age of 0/8, you learned to give up. You really make me respect you. ? Sister threw the motorcycle key in my face and said? Go to the examination room immediately. People always have to fight for their dreams once in their lives. Don't you just play a tune? Did you forget that you came in through this door and told me that you could play? Litchi special offer? What does it look like? Xiaodong, it doesn't matter if you don't pass the exam, but don't underestimate yourself. ?

On that day, I rode my sister's motorcycle all the way to the examination room and played a Don Juan with many wrong sounds. The professor who interviewed shook his head frequently. I played the last note, stood up, bowed deeply and said, I'm sorry, this piece of music is not for you. Its name is not Don Juan, but Litchi, which was given to me by my sister. ?

I decided to leave that day. Not only left the Conservatory, but also left the store and Shenyang. My sister is right, my dream is broken, but I can't look down on myself. People have no talent, at least they work hard. I'm going home and back to my school after a year away. Before leaving, my sister went to see me off. Standing on the platform, she gave me a passbook with 3000 yuan in it. Sister said? This is the salary and bonus you deposited with me. You should remember that as long as you work hard, you will get something. ? I tried to nod, but I choked up.

People's life, sometimes like this, will meet a stranger on a certain journey. We can't even call it a friend, but her words or some behavior will remind us to get out of the low tide and confusion of life.

Selected stories of youth Part II: The puppy love that passed away quietly once flourished.

The school seems to have realized something and held a discipline purge meeting. The headmaster shouted loudly on the rostrum: Anyone who engages in objects will be fired as soon as they are found. The atmosphere is a bit like the moon in the middle of the night in autumn, bright and clear, pouring on the ground and cold to the bottom of my heart.

He thought of the class teacher's expression at the class meeting in the evening, and he also looked gloomy: puppy love is harmful, and falling in love in senior three is suicide! When the head teacher said this, his eyes were wide open, like two swords braved the cold, as if to execute someone immediately.

He was a little shuddering.

He sighed softly. As soon as he pulled the quilt, it covered his head. He tried to hide his uneasy feelings, but his troubles were like bare legs and feet, dazzling white in the moonlight.

Stop fooling around and study hard. It's good for everyone. Write her a letter. Thinking of this, he stood up, turned on the flashlight, lay in the quilt and wrote to her word by word. Outside the dormitory, autumn insects are singing in a low voice, and there is a faint sound, as if something stepped on their throats. Other students in the same dormitory are asleep, except for occasional snoring. This moonlit night is a bit bleak.

The next day, he packed the letter and put a heart in the envelope. For a whole day, he didn't study at all, just waiting for the arrival of evening self-study. At the intersection of the school playground and the girls' dormitory, there is a dead corner without lights. Although several teachers in the teaching department wander around all day, only people in love will find the real dead corner. After the bell rang, he was the first to rush out of the classroom. In the past, there were always some youthful figures in that corner, including him and her, of course, but today, it is particularly deserted.

The wind, in the corner, rubs out a sobbing sound. He looked around and found no trace of her. He has sent her a message. He didn't mean anything, just wanted to give her the letter in his hand and, of course, his heart. But she didn't come during the 10 minute break.

He didn't run back to the classroom after the bell rang. He just stood there for a long time. In fact, nothing happened between him and her, but in this dark corner, he said something about study and life. They never seem to talk about one? Love? Words.

However, in those days, he still felt something different from other students. About, this is love.

His heart is empty, some sour, some disappointed, some sad. He walked back and forth where they had walked for a long time, and then, looking back, he walked in the direction of the teaching building. Behind me, what is left is deeper loneliness than the wind.

After that, I still haven't seen her He had to put a stamp on the letter and send it to her. Although he is so close to her, he is in the science building, a short walk across a small garden, which is the third floor of the school's liberal arts building, and she is there.

This is a farther distance than youth.

The college entrance examination is over, and a writing about youth, struggle and pain is over. He did well in the exam and was admitted to Zhejiang's favorite university. The head teacher smiled more brightly than flowers, gave him a delicate admission notice and gave him something mysteriously at the same time.

What is this?

He was a little surprised. When I opened it, it was a letter. It turned out to be a letter he wrote to her. His heart? Bang? He jumped up and found that the stamp was postmarked and the envelope was brand new. Even the message he sealed with tape didn't move, just like before sending it.

That youth, love and sadness.

Selected Stories of Youth Part III: Fattening Father This morning, the father and son went fishing in their own boats. However, shortly after the father and son went out to sea, they were caught in a storm. After a while, the sea was very stormy and the fishing boat swayed from side to side. Both father and son were particularly afraid, so they hurried back with the fishing boat.

In the storm, although the father and son are desperately moving forward, every step will be forced back by the storm. They are getting more and more nervous and afraid.

At first, the distance between father and son was not very far, but with the turbulence of the wind and waves, the distance between father and son became farther and farther. Later, they never saw each other again and could not get any information from each other. This makes them more nervous and afraid. However, there is nothing they can do, and they can only move forward desperately.

Father came back crying. He really regrets taking his son out fishing today. If it wasn't his idea, how could my son encounter this storm? If something happens to my son, how can he live? When the father thinks of his son, he is very anxious. He couldn't help calling out his son's name, but he didn't get any response from his son.

Father pushed forward desperately. He thought maybe his son was in front of him, because he was behind him when he went to sea and always in front when he turned around. However, he walked a long way and didn't see his son, even his fishing boat. Does he think his son's boat sank? Don't! Don't! The father shouted his son's name while driving the fishing boat desperately.

Father doesn't know how long he has been bumping in the wind and waves. Finally, his fishing boat docked. However, he didn't see his son or even his fishing boat. Father collapsed to the ground and cried.

My son did have an accident. His boat was overturned by the wind and waves and sank, and he also fell into the sea. Although he was good at swimming, he finally sank bit by bit in the wind and waves.

The son's soul floated and floated, and was finally received by the angel before God. God looked at his son, sighed and said, What a young man! ?

Son, look at God. Plop? He knelt down in tears and said with tears, God, I don't want to die. Please let me go on living! ?

God said: I don't want you to die either. It was supposed to be your father who died this time, but I didn't expect you to die in the end.

The son interrupted God's words: You said that damn man was my father, but now he is not dead?

? Yes! He should have died, but now he is alive. I don't understand how this happened. God stared at his son, and he looked confused.

? So you are wrong! God, please let me go home and let my father die for me! ? The son kowtowed to God.

God shook his head and said, we can never be wrong. Angel, don't you think?

? Yes! We never make mistakes! ? The angel nodded and said,? Now, let's see your father! ?

Then, everyone saw this photo:

I saw my father crying on the ground. He cried and beat his head. He said, Why am I not dead? How young my son is! I killed him. I shouldn't have let him go to sea! ? Father suddenly got up from the ground and he walked forward. The people next to him quickly grabbed him and asked him:? What do you want? Father said:? My son is dead, and so am I! I live for him. Now that he is dead, what's the point of living? Father said he would jump into the sea. People cling to him?

God said to his son, Look, your father cares about you. He has always lived for you. Now, do you understand why it was you who died?

The son shook his head and said, I don't understand! ?

God said: Your father has always had you in his heart, but you are the only one in your heart. Your father is heavier than you because he has someone else in mind. So in the sea, you will be overturned by the wind and waves, while your father is safe and sound! ?