The slogan guides my youth, a 700-word composition, something similar will work too

Youth is like a thread, interspersed with thousands of beautiful memories; youth is a privilege given to us by God, allowing us to spend every day full of energy.

Youth is energetic.

Every day, we do the same thing in the morning: get up, brush our teeth and wash our face, eat, and then go to school. Whenever I walk through the corridor filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers on campus, I take a breath of fresh air, look at the sunshine through the leaves, slowly walk into the classroom, take out my textbook and read: the sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of reading, the sound of reading. The sound reaches my ears... and another day of campus life begins

Youth is passionate.

Every noon, the school playground becomes lively. Students take out their beloved basketballs and spread their sweat on the playground in small groups. I saw a classmate quickly break through the classmate who was guarding him, put the ball on his chest and pretend to shoot, deceiving another tall man, dribbling... taking off... shooting... the ball went in . "Good shot!" We couldn't help but cheer: "What a great shot!" His passion infected every spectator present. We were also excited for every drop of sweat he shed on the playground.

Youth is shy.

I still remember that when the class opening celebrations were held in the past, there was a program like this: a boy and a girl were back to back, holding hands, and relying on the strength of their backs to squeeze balloons. Every time it’s the show’s turn, few people ask to participate. One time the host forced me to come on stage, and there was also a girl who was participating. Back to back is okay, but holding hands, I don’t know if there are a lot of bacteria on my hands, so I hesitate to hold that girl’s hand. In the end, it was someone who took the initiative... After finishing the game, my face turned red like hot coals and I hurriedly ran out.

Youth is touching.

Graduation is about to begin, and there are many attachments and reluctances among the classmates. Especially on June 2, it was the last lesson we had together. Recalling these four years of youth, recalling these four years of ignorance and ignorance, recalling these four years of joy, sorrow, anger and sorrow, it feels like watching an old-fashioned feature-length movie, and I am filled with tears before I know it. My heart filled my eyes. Tasting youth is like tasting a green olive, slightly astringent and slightly sweet. Our lives may be different, but we also experience the same era - youth. She is full of vitality and passion, shyness and touching, and Many, many…. So I cherish our same name, her name is youth.