Youth beautiful story prose

With the development of Internet culture, the concept of beautiful writing is no longer limited to a certain style of writing or a certain type of content. Internet culture is an open and free culture, and it also gives more elements of openness and freedom to the concept of beautiful writing. Good prose is beautiful writing, good poetry is beautiful writing, good novels are beautiful writing, good essays are beautiful writing, and a well-written article A text message on your mobile phone, or a joke that makes people laugh are also beautiful articles. To put it in a popular way, a well-written article is a beautiful article. Below are the beautiful youth stories and essays I brought to you, I hope they can help you! The heavy life is wonderful all the way 1

Perhaps, everyone’s youth is beautiful; perhaps, everyone’s youth is shining. The difference is only the state of mind of each person; the difference is only the unusual evaluation of society. In those days, I saw what youth is and also let me understand the meaning of life. Youth is not a season, youth is not time, youth is not a fragment, youth is every solid footprint that life can settle.

The meaning of life is not how many years you live, but what you do during those days. Human life seems very short in the long river of history. Sometimes, it is too short to ask, what is youth? Everyone chooses their own coordinates in life. Everyone is always working hard to make their life meaningful and glorious. If you use the concepts of society and the world to measure a person's value, you will have wonderful things around you. There will be beauty.

In such a corner, there is such a person, who measures life with strong beliefs and writes life with wonderful words. The youth I once had seems to have passed away at the age of twenty-one and no longer exists. Many things in a person's life are unknown, and there are no ifs. Every step you take will never come back. In front of my eyes, a scene that broke the hearts of many people appeared so vividly.

It was a sunny day, and little flowers in the wild were blooming all over the ground. Although it was a small village, for those who were careful, every inch of the land exuded a fragrant fragrance. . The boy is really waiting for that piece of colored paper that many people dream of during the college entrance examination. None of us can say for sure how much this piece of colored paper is worth, but there are always too many of us struggling for it. The young man is the same, waiting for the notice to arrive. Whenever the young man has something to do, he will always walk on the not-so-wide road in front of his home, looking at the beauty around him, thinking about something, recording something, and full of imagination about his tomorrow. On this day, although the hour hand pointed to 6 p.m., the sky was still bright. A farmer was still busy carrying sand, yellow bricks, and cement slabs. The young man walked up and wanted to say hello, and saw two older people. Yes, a cement slab was being carried from a farm truck. As soon as the young man approached, a man was shouting, "Help, help." It turned out that the two of them lost their center of gravity while carrying the cement slab. The young man instinctively stepped forward and wanted to help. At this time, the cement board weighing more than 100 kilograms had slipped off the car. The two people carrying the cement board were only slightly injured because they avoided it quickly. The young man was hit hard by the cement board and his waist was injured. He was injured, maybe because he was young, but he just felt a little swollen and sore. The owner came out and asked, and the young man said it was okay and went home alone.

If, there is no if in life, there will be no if in what happens. The young man never expected, nor did the whole village, that such an impact would prevent the young man from standing up for many years.

The next day, the young man wanted to get up, but felt that his lower body was not in control. He called his parents and told them what happened last night. A farm truck with a cement board took the young man to the county hospital for examination. When he arrived at the hospital, what he said surprised everyone. The doctor said that the young man's spine was broken due to the impact, and the blood in the bones had coagulated. He could undergo surgery, but it was difficult to guarantee the success rate of the surgery. It was too late.

The operation was performed. Four months later, the boy was discharged from the hospital and returned home, only in a wheelchair.

In order to have the surgery, the young man’s family spent all their savings and incurred a lot of debt. I originally thought that the farmer would come forward to solve the problem. In fact, that farmer was also heavily in debt, so in order to avoid the matter, he stopped saying a word of concern.

There are always too many surprises in life. Whether surprise or sadness, they are the content of each of our lives.

Youth will never pass away. As long as our hearts are open to the sun, as long as we look forward to tomorrow, and as long as we are prepared, there will always be harvest waiting for us.

The young man didn’t feel too sad about his accident, because he knew that fate is like this and will also be like that, and the road always moves forward and must be walked on. The young man did not wait, nor did he give up. I'm afraid I can't do the things I did before, but I can do the things I didn't do before. He sat in a wheelchair, started an online store, and started doing writing homework. Everything was moving forward according to his own wishes. This is probably what each of us yearns for. In addition to general daily necessities, the young man's online store also has production materials needed in the village, such as seeds and other agricultural materials. Many villagers do not trust him and come to make appointments for goods. Because he saves transportation costs, the cost is also reduced a lot, especially They are new product seeds for some new vegetables and fruits, providing a good platform for the villagers to improve their planting industry. In order to thank him, the villagers always send their own vegetables and fruits to the young man's house to enjoy the harvest together. The young man is happy, everyone is happy.

After some years, due to the construction of new rural areas, the village has changed rapidly, and the villagers' concepts have become increasingly progressive. The young man cannot stand up and is in a wheelchair. There are many ups and downs in the village, so it is always inconvenient to go out. A few years have passed, and there is no longer much entanglement in the village about the young man's injury. Almost no one mentions that incident. In the days that followed, the young man was the only one thinking about whether he could stand up.

For a young man in his prime, that accident only changed his lifestyle, but not his destiny. Many things happen, and the attitude we face determines the outcome of the matter. This is the philosophy of life, and this is the attitude towards life. The clouds and storms today do not mean that there will be no sun tomorrow, nor does it mean that tomorrow will no longer be brilliant. Everyone bears the responsibilities given by life, which is responsibility. Responsibility is the driving force of life, and it is also the rich nutrient solution that prevents each of us from losing our youth.

The young man sits in a wheelchair all day long, playing with the computer. He always introduces the excellent seeds and advanced planting methods he has found to the people in the village. The wealth of many families in the village is related to the young man’s online store. Related, this reminds everyone of what happened. At the beginning, the farmers who were involved fled because of poverty. Now the construction of new rural areas has made the farmers in the village feel a lot brighter. The farmer inquired secretly, always wondering if the young man could stand up. The farmer's youngest son was studying abroad, and after asking around, he learned that there was a specialized hospital in the city where he lived. When he came back from vacation, he was mobilized to go out for examination and treatment. The young man had a cheerful personality and accepted the suggestion without any hesitation and underwent the second operation. The doctor said that his injury was not too serious and that the county-level hospital performed more conservative surgeries and allowed him to live in a wheelchair. The doctor said with certainty that he could stand up.

After eight months of surgery and rehabilitation, the young man threw away his wheelchair and walked home on his own feet.

The young man now has a family and a career, and has become a young village director. All in all, no one can say for sure. What does something like that mean to a young man?

What is life? Life is an article, life is a story. As you read and think about it, you will be moved and you will understand. Life is life, there is no big deal. The fragments of life accumulate into a complete and solid ivory tower in a person's heart. There will always be people to appreciate it. For everyone, there is always a lot of luck in misfortune. The waves of life, It's just an attitude towards wind and rain.

The time and space are always changing, the way we treat life and life, every day is wonderful. Be optimistic and honest, and opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

Everything in life is to make yourself thick, so that you will not be blown away by a breeze. Only when you are solid, settled and thick can your life be meaningful. In March, the peach blossoms are red for a while, and the catkins are frivolous. The scary thing in life is not what you encounter on the way forward, but your attitude after encountering the unexpected. Maybe, no one will have smooth sailing. Without yourself, you can only leave the world. It's a pity that all I can leave to myself is sighing in memory.

The young man is around us, and there will always be someone who understands him. If he understands him, he will also understand his attitude towards life. If he understands him, he will also understand the world.

In life, come quietly, walk quietly, face everything on the road, don't care too much, because we can't take away a cloud.

Out of an instinct to help others, the young man had an accident. He did not blame others, nor did he give up on himself. Instead, he acted positively, optimistically and brightly every day. Don't complain about the unfair things on the road of life. Accidents happen every day in the world, and things that people don't want to see happen every day. As long as we calm down our hearts, savor the feeling of life, fill our hearts with fragrance, and let Sunshine enters the dream, let the soul stretch, listen to yourself quietly, follow the direction guided by the soul, move forward all the way, the bag is full, and there are many wonderful things. The fleeting years are safe and sound, and the time will linger 2

Walking and walking in a person's world, looking at countless scenery on the roadside, what I hope for in life is that the fleeting years will be safe and the time will linger. Immerse yourself in the fragrance of spring flowers and don't want to wake up. Those things that remain deep in the memory are the most beautiful scenery in life and the most cherished things. In these scenery, we are intoxicated, we cheer, and we savor it carefully. That year, that month, that day, that person, maybe, every day, we all have the most beautiful memories.

Youth lengthens our memories. Although it is short-lived, the most beautiful scenery in youth is like a long movie scene, playing in our minds over and over again. Memories make us cry and smile again and again. Youth is the spring of life, the hope of life, the most beautiful flower in life, exuding the brightest fragrance in spring. Youth makes our lives rich and colorful; youth makes our time run like a horse; youth makes our lives blend with the freshest blood.

Youth is a wonderful journey. In our youth, we walked through the spring fields, were exposed to the spring rain, bathed in the spring light, faced the spring breeze, and smelled the fragrance of flowers. The vibrant spring, the colorful spring, the spring full of spring spirit, the lingering spring love, the most beautiful picture in life, slowly unfolds before our eyes, in our minds, and deep in our hearts. The warmth of spring, the beauty of spring, the charm of spring, the bud of spring, and the image of spring are all so fresh and profound to us.

Youth is a beautiful song. In our youth, we sing songs as beautiful as spring. We sing about friendship, family, love, and dreams. Youth is a musical score with beautiful music. Every note is like a bird on a telephone pole, chirping and lively. Youth is the most spiritual melody, the most graceful song, the most exciting song of life, and the most picturesque song of life.

When we walk at the end of youth, we realize that youth is like running water, gone forever; when we are still immersed in the dream of youth, we don’t know that youth has quietly left us; when we When we realize that the scenery of youth has gone far, we discover that what is lost is the most beautiful scenery in life; when we clearly realize that what is lost can never be found again, we discover that the story of youth, the people in youth , the love in youth and the ups and downs in youth are the things we cherish most.

Youth has passed away. For a long time, we have all missed the beauty of youth in the depths of time, remembering the friends who have gone further and further away in youth, suffering from the loss of friendship and the love of youth that is far away. I was so sad that I couldn't help myself. The good times have gone, the beautiful spring of life has passed, those once familiar pictures of youth have gradually gone away, those beautiful notes of youth are still playing in our hearts, far or near, and those stories of youth are still in our hearts. Deep or light marks are left deep in the soul.

We believe that the people and things in youth are inextricably linked to our lives. We are sometimes too persistent about fate, but we cherish the fate we once had. However, when fate has ended, we will shed tears silently, cherish our feelings, and feel extremely painful. Therefore, we often struggle with the coming and going of fate, often sigh at the passing of fate, often feel grateful for the beauty of fate, and often feel sad about the pain that the end of fate brings to us.

In fact, you don’t need to care too much; in fact, you don’t need to be too sad; in fact, you don’t need to force it too hard.

Instead of clinging to the lost friendship, it is better to treat it as a precious treasure in life and place it gently on the lintel of time; instead of clinging to the lost first love, it is better to treat it as a beautiful scenery in life, quietly and peacefully. Put it in a corner of your heart and reflect on it occasionally; instead of being obsessed with the fate, it is better to regard the passing fate as a kind of fate worth cherishing.

In every season, let us face the lost fate with a smile; in every period of time, let us face the passing fate calmly; in every passing year, let us cherish the present fate; in every future, let us Create your own new destiny. In life, nothing is more difficult to let go than entangled in the past; nothing is more painful than stubborn nostalgia; nothing is more sentimental than endless sighing. We don’t need to worry too much about the past; we don’t need to put pressure on ourselves for what has passed away; and if we live better than ourselves, we don’t need to let other people’s happiness cover up our own ability to create happiness.

What the years leave us is the time to wake up from sadness; the fleeting years leave us the opportunity to cherish from nostalgia; the time left to us is the time to cherish happiness , understand happiness and create happy time. The passing years are safe and sound, and the time remains fragrant. The purpose of meeting each fate is to better meet the next fate; the end of each fate is to add a blessing of "safe and stable in this fleeting time" to the same memories; the meeting of the next fate is to add a blessing to the same memories. It is to make each other live comfortably and happily, and to leave an intoxicating fragrance to this time.

In youth, we move forward indomitably, cutting through thorns. When youth is over, heading towards the summer of life, and sprinting towards the peak of the years, don’t forget to gently roll up the picture of youth. Place it in a corner of your life; don't forget to say to yourself and your companions: Have a safe and sound life, and the time will last forever. The fragrance of spring flowers will always fade away, but the memory will not be easily forgotten. Leave a fragrance in the time, leave a love for yourself, write blessings in the depths of the fleeting time, I hope we will not miss the faint fragrance of "fate". There is a period of youth that will never be mentioned again 3

There is a period of youth that will be reserved for eternity. Cut a period of time and put it in the most beautiful paragraph. Keep it well and keep it forever, as time passes by. There is just one more past, and the passage of time has changed our appearance. Sending away our youth, leaving us with our past. Such a night brings a different mood, reflecting the years. Late at night, I wanted to use words to express my inner paragraphs, but after all, I couldn't write the whole mood. Carrying these fleeting years wandering through the years, after all, there is no quiet place. Come to place everything that I have accumulated, it seems that I can’t put it down and I can’t let it go. Because it is most appropriate to put it in your heart. There is no safer place than in your heart. Just let this fleeting time be buried in my heart from now on. Never mention it again, let time end. Leave it as a silent eternity,

There is a period of youth, a time of burial. There are always some people who try their best to retain them, but in the end they cannot be retained. There are always some words that remain unsaid until the end and never have to be said again. Burying the past, we have too much silence. It's like we just met on the road of time, but you pretended not to see anything. Many years have passed and I am still here. Time has passed and there is no passage here that I want. Maybe in the next period of time, we will meet a better shore. Time passed by and we finally drifted apart. No time to say goodbye, no time to say goodbye. Sad and crying about the past, everything has to go to God. It was prepared long ago, just waiting for us to pass by.

There is a period of sadness that is destined to become a song in life. All the way from injury to practice, the fallen leaves of autumn can only go with the wind. Passers-by who have walked far away can only wish silently, maybe life is a choice. It is also a kind of cherishment, following the traces of time along the way. Finding this is called the end of time, and we only experience it once along the way. With so many followers separated in such a short time, time will eventually tell us. What is fleeting time, fleeting time tells us. What is eternity, standing alone on the peak of the night. It seems that I am isolated from the world, there is no sound or noise. It's so desolate. So quiet, those silent years. Only the companionship of tranquility and this quiet night,

Cherish the people and the path they have traveled. We move farther and farther with time, the people around us and the things around us. Those who can stay are yours, some roads and some separation. Time will eventually send the person who got on the wrong train farther and farther away. Life is like a train. Stop and go, there are stations everywhere, and there are crowds of people everywhere. In the rush to catch up, someone got on the wrong bus along the way.

Someone sat and stopped, and every scene seemed to be reenacted. The people you meet along the way, how long does it take to walk before you meet the right person. There are really too few people in this world who can truly meet each other.

There was a period of pain, and I chose to remain silent forever. Some words I choose not to mention again, and some roads I choose to walk quietly. Some people have feelings, and some times are destined. It is the peak of strangers, some people pass by in our lives. Never leave any trace, some people are destined to leave traces. But the tragedy of mistaking someone else's life has never stopped. It’s just a different method, a different location, and a different group of people. There is some pain that we don’t need to tell everyone. Because not all pain can be expressed, some injuries really have no words. What can be expressed can only be buried silently with words. This is a testimony that our world is also fleeting.

The original you will eventually come to an end. Become a strong version of yourself and bring your dreams with you. Finally got what I wanted, remember the beginning. You are still the funny one, and time passes in the blink of an eye. We have more silence, but less language. Walking at the beginning of acquaintance, recalling the scene of walking so far away. It seems like it happened yesterday, and I am speechless at that time. We always think that we are still here, only to return to the present again. Autumn has long since turned to winter. Passing by your sad heart, the original you. It just precipitated with the passage of time, the appearance we once wrote. It’s just that I can no longer find the courage I had at the beginning, but I can’t find that courage again. The fleeting years that have been silent for a long time,

Those years, those memories. Every scene that I experienced. They are all traces of parting, and every night is a sleepless night. Some things, after the precipitation of time. They will always be forgotten in the corner, while some figures will meet in the infinite scenery of the sea. I thought this would go on forever as the years passed by. Leave behind the vicissitudes of memory, whether you will think of a certain scene. Only by triggering the yellowing buried deep in my heart can I understand. The so-called forgetting at the beginning was just a temporary loss of memory. As she looked back, she realized that she thought it would last forever. You, who was by my side, have long since disappeared.

There is a passage, and the time experienced is always a long fleeting time. Among the scattered crowds, there is still no news, no matter how time has passed. Still a far away blessing. Believe in those wanderers who have gone back and forth from separation. More than half of them are worth a thousand words, and there are many floating languages ??that don’t need to be uttered. There are also many silent wanderings that only lovers of silence can understand, those who have walked together many years ago. We agreed to go through the ups and downs together and walk through the fleeting years together until the final rainbow appeared. Life is ultimately a journey, and those who appear will eventually be separated. Only those who remain in the end will be able to withstand the passage of time. Only then will we be able to withstand the time of peace and be grateful for the time we have parted with. I am also grateful for the years that have been buried. I am grateful for the unfamiliar cities at my feet, and also grateful for the years I have lived with persistence in those years. Chords of Youth, Affectionate Ode 4

Once upon a time, we no longer played freely, no longer had fun for a long time with some unfunny things, and slowly learned to listen and listen to this The ticking sound of time passing by. Those green and innocent years are just like the fallen leaves this season. No matter how you try to keep them, they will slip off your fingertips and slowly float into the corridor of memory. They are collected for the years and composed into a song of ups and downs, passion and hesitation. The affectionate ode between accidental touches tells the story of those youthful years.

I still remember the past years, rushing through high school years and talking about the unique rhetoric of youth in those years. Although I feel so tired every day, because I am not willing to lag behind others, I will try to stand up again and again in the setbacks, and I continue to find a reason to support myself and keep going. Every time my expectations are crushed and shattered by reality, I will feel deeply disappointed. However, I have not reached the set destination yet, so there is no reason for me to give up.

In those green years, I liked to lean against the window quietly, watching the students rushing past outside the building; the green mountains under the dazzling sunshine; and the distant horizon. ...This way I will know where I am going! Don't dare to slack off or hesitate, because you will lose your way and work hard all your life without gaining anything.

The gains and losses of those three years, the bitterness and joy of those three years have all passed, and in the end they are just a wave in the long river of time.

Now, I have left this quiet town and said goodbye to the familiar river surrounding the city. Without thinking too much, I just need to know that the road is ahead, spreading to unknown distances, and I have always been on the road, and I need to walk steadily. Just once.

Time is cold and ruthless. When I opened the box of memory with difficulty, my heart was filled with those memories that were difficult to let go of in my youth. When I wanted to touch them, it was like there was a long transparent glass wall. , isolated from the past. I can't hold it back, it's all turned into a memory of youth. But I can only put it in the corridor of time, treasure it with an unchanging heart, and prevent the dust of time from drowning the past, because I don’t want to lose those innocent years.

In those years, there was a kind of youth composed of laughter and tears, even if I was far away from the small town where those stories happened, and I was in another city far away from my hometown. The green and heart-wrenching memories are always lingering, always as clear as the scene in front of me when I dream back at midnight. Although it's bitter, I can't let it go.

In those years, there would be unknowingly growing, slightly green and ignorant feelings, wandering in the campus lanes, waiting by the roadside where the person you care about often passed, just... To have an anticipated encounter. Then, between smiles and whispers, they said to each other, "What a coincidence, how are you doing?" Finally, I stared secretly, wanting to keep the joy and laughter of the person I cared about forever in my heart. The wind at that time was blowing gently, among the catkins fluttering in the wind, I didn't ask if I had lost myself, and I didn't care whether all this was a disaster or fate.

Time flies, it has been a few months in this new city and new school. It seems that everything is so peaceful and everything is moving forward according to the established track. Here, what I enjoy most is to relax by the lake, or just walk along the bluestone path casually, regardless of the destination, and let the catkins fall on my shoulders. Or maybe you like to stand quietly on the bridge and watch the naughty fish jumping out of the water. These are just traces of youth, embellishing every day and every second of the present.

The trail is quiet and quiet. My thoughts are wandering between the past and reality. Just walk quietly like this. Who knows what the scenery ahead is like? Suddenly, an old tree with carvings on its body came into view, and my heart couldn't help but throb. I still remember the past, those vows that were engraved on the tree in those green years are now mottled and falling with the years, leaving scars that are difficult to heal. Are you helpless and sad in the cold wind, or are you still dying? Chongqing, are you still sticking by each other's agreement? The autumn wind has messed up so much delusion. After all, I am reading that person's story and talking about my own loneliness. The years of Qingning passed by in a hurry, but after all, too many past events could not be taken away.

Time has built a fence, looking at the past from a distance. Those green years have passed quietly, leaving behind the nostalgia and reluctance lingering in my heart, bringing with them the familiar figures, songs and laughter around me. Let the strings of youth sing affectionate carols, sing those unforgettable bitter tears, sing those joyous moments that once existed, and sing those young emotions that make ripples in the lake of the heart. I would like to sincerely bless everyone who has accompanied me along the way, may the past events last forever in my heart, and may the people I accompany you not change due to time and distance!

Now, we are all on the road, walking on the path of our own choice. I believe that there are more moving scenery ahead of the road of life. Let us work hard and move forward firmly for the ideals we set at the beginning! Youth is like poetry and youth is like song, composing the most beautiful prelude of our life. I wish that in the most beautiful scenery of life, there will be you and my most pure happy and satisfied smile!