5 essays on youth.

Youth, a prosperous time, is willing not to be the whole city, not for the country, but for me. Below I have collected and sorted out the "Composition on Youth" for you. Welcome to read it for reference!

Composition about youth 1

How beautiful youth is! I want to sing a song, youth is beautiful!

Youth is a beautiful scenic line. Some people slip away in a hurry and get nothing, but they will always regret it when they are old! Some people appreciate the wonderful and fascinating things that belong to them, and they will always have an endless aftertaste when they get old! These are two completely different people, do they also bring us a little touch?

Youth is beautiful! Because youth is full of energy! We always swim tirelessly in the ocean of knowledge, and we will not be tired, because we are grass with life and perseverance! Look! In the volunteer service team, there are always their figures, serving the old and lonely, and they are very busy. Although lying is pearl-like sweat, pearls are so precious! We should inject vitality into the whole society! Youth is beautiful! Because youth is full of wisdom! When we encounter a problem, we always solve it. As the saying goes, "heroes have been born since ancient times", of course, we must do it well!

Youth is beautiful, but it also has flaws. Once, when I got angry, I quarreled with my parents mercilessly. Finally, I left a sentence, "You are good to me now, just as I will repay you when I grow up!" " I rushed into the room and closed the door, feeling relieved, but I felt a sense of remorse. My heart was sour and my eyes were wet-I cried, as if I could feel the sky crying, the ground crying and I was crying, but outside my door, two people were crying. One drop, two drops, three drops, forgetting the childlike innocence when I was a child, so beautiful and so bright. Do you have the right to say that when you grow up? Don't! Never! I rushed out of the room and rushed forward. Tears blurred my vision and hugged someone. I sobbed and apologized to my parents.

Youth is beautiful, bitter and sweet. Youth is like a flash in the pan. We should cherish precious youth.

Youth composition 2

This spring is like a beautiful illusion. I feel that I am always in a state of suspense, which scares me. The thick calendar has begun to fall relentlessly with the pages. ...

At this point, I began to hesitate, go or stay?

Look at the dazzling fireworks all over the sky, colorful, and the most brilliant moment is dim and extinguished. Like the trajectory of life. But this is a tragedy, so I said: life is a tragedy.

It seems that there are fewer and fewer postures stored in my mind, and it seems that there will be fewer people after I know more people. Why is my brain here when everyone else is growing fast? The reason is me. It's simple. I want to stop my life at the edge of love and similarity and think about how to make the tragedy of life not too sad.

If fireworks break out at the climax of life, they will be particularly dazzling and attract the attention of the world. After that, it left tiny dust, raining and sprinkling. No one will pay attention to him, and no one will remember his existence and the happiness he brought to people.

Fireworks in the climax of life, not completely dedicated to themselves, but in the climax of life appears dull. When his life ended, the remains of his body fell to the earth one by one, and people could see him until he once existed and was brilliant.

I am hovering between these two choices. I want to make my youth more brilliant than others. I want others to remember my name and let future generations know that I once existed. ...

Mr. Lu Xun once said: There is heat and light. What about me?

Meteors quickly cut through the dark boundless sky and disappeared in a hurry. Should I stay or leave?

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Composition about youth 3

The night is quiet as water, and the rain is falling. The rain floating into the eaves stained the title page of youth. The wind has invaded my dream with my sleepiness, blowing away the word youth, and it appears in the morning light when I wake up in the morning.

Time is too thin, fingers are too wide, and it always slips through my fingers inadvertently, reaching for it and catching only air. Climbing slowly on the fence covered with vines of youth, looking back, are scattered notes, which have been thoughtfully run over by memory and rolled up by the wind. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and only a few white clouds wander in the sky, stuffing the precipitation of youth into the gap of time. Time rolls up everything that is too pure, but it is as plain as boiled water.

The geese that left in autumn crossed the sky, and a bright sadness pierced the air, like the tear of satin, which made people tremble. Youth travels with the geese, overlooking us who don't know what youth is, flying far and far, but we are indifferent. When floating on the wavering tail of youth, I want to catch it but I can't catch it. When I pull it hard, it is also a scattered note, occasionally crossing the lonely sky and floating in the boundless sky.

When the fireworks in full bloom at midnight have burned out their warmth, only a few twinkling stars are left for us to ponder. When the cold wind in deep winter is tearing at your youth, all the past things shake off from the cracks in time, turn into falling petals, float out memories like butterflies, knock off notes, fragrance haunts the staff, but the melody comes to an abrupt end in a second. Wandering in the past time and space, open the book that carries all our youth. It moistens your eyes heavily, and the falling tears fall into the river of time without the ripples of the past.

God gave us a blank sheet of paper, and then let us decorate it beautifully; Always full of energy; Sublimate with sincerity; With true love, every painting becomes eternal, branded into your history, and cannot be repeated. When the white paper is densely covered with the notes we drew, and then the music is composed by the hand of time, the melody of youth is intertwined with sadness and joy, and the notes that cannot be rewritten tremble in the middle.

When memory hits your wasted youth, the sky overflows with sweet and sour rain. Smile, smile and face it. Every second is precious. You will take pains to stop and look back, but time will not wait for you. It has left you and continues to run forward vigorously. When you finish, you will be surrounded by other scenery.

Blink of an eye of youth, a flash of a second, a scattered note.

Composition about youth 4

The best time in life is youth, which is the golden age and the most precious time in life.

There are two noblest things in the world. Do you know what they are? They are: one is youth and the other is health. Youth is the most enviable capital, and health is a precious wealth.

Youth is the capital and wealth that no one can take away. However, the wealth of life must be accumulated from youth. If you don't realize the value of your youth, then your life will not create the value of youth. If your youth is not spent in struggle and enterprising, then the memories of your life are either bitter or tasteless.

Youth is an opportunity to dream, depending on what kind of dream you like. Some dreams can make you awake, some dreams can make you cherish, and some dreams can make you work hard.

I like those dreams with green in yellow, because she can make me awake;

I like those dreams with blue in the green, because she can let me know how to cherish;

I like those dreams with red in yellow, because she can promote my efforts.

Youth is a tree with lush foliage, which infects all living things with green light and makes the scenery of spring live on earth.

Youth is a beautiful song. Romantic feelings and grim reality are intertwined, touching the heartstrings of every young person.

Youth is made of gold, sometimes even more precious than gold. It pays life with diligence, rewards talent with diligence, and presents life with seeds. After sowing the seeds, you need to shed hard sweat to water the flowers of hope and bear the fruits of hope.

I want youth to be as blue and beautiful as the night sky. In the dreamlike sky, dotted with stars, chased by the moon. It seems that they are covered with gauze, and I feel the coolness of the night sky quietly.

I want youth to be as beautiful and warm as a garden, leaving me colorful memories. Don't let my youth leave any regrets.

Among Chinese characters, the word "youth" is the most energetic and charming!

Youth is like a surging wave in a river, echoing her surging passion between heaven and earth, and no one can stop her from pursuing her dreams.

If you want to be young forever, you must work hard every minute; If you want to keep your youth, you have to cherish the wealth that youth gives you; If you want to keep yourself young, then you must be proactive and pioneering!

Composition about youth 5

Youth is an eternal topic and a permanent mystery. Meanwhile, youth is more like something else. It is like a running river, rushing to everything we want. Because of high-tech products, we seem to forget what we want and what we want to pursue, and everything is buried by reality. ...

Youth, he is a vibrant representative, but he is bound by homework and remedial classes. Elementary school, thinking about how to get into junior high school; Junior high school, thinking about how to get into high school; High school, thinking about how to go to college; University, still thinking about how to find a job ... everything seems to be circulating, youthful, without vigor and vitality.

Youth also means we are young and frivolous. We started the crazy material world, rarely using pens, replaced by the "crackling" keyboard sound, and we began to look for happiness in the material world. We live for life, for simplicity and for happiness, but we forget to ask ourselves whether we are happy now.

We spend too much energy on the word "youth", but we get nothing in return, because we live blindly like headless flies. Youth makes up for regret; Youth, in order to attract attention and lose yourself; Youth is disappointed with regret ... this is youth, not ignorance of pain, nor ignorance of happiness, but happiness and pain go hand in hand, which is youth!

The pain of youth awakened my heart. Whoever mourns the pain of youth, I am more grateful for the pain of youth. He let me find my dreams and goals again, and I have new motivation!

I hope, I shouted, let's use all our energy to create, write and celebrate our own youth!

Youth, a magnificent symphony!