Primary school let the speech 1 fly in the wind, and then fall one after another, and the years buried in the soil turned amber. Does the bird have to burn itself to become a phoenix, and does youth have to be ignorant to make love sad? -inscription
Dandelion buried under the snow and ice for a long time has already packed its luggage. The green and brown stems can't keep them, and the fresh soil is calling in the distance.
There is a trace of blood on the horizon, the clouds begin to move, and the deep sky will be baptized in the blessed land. The rain fainted in an instant, scattered in the green rice fields, and my body seemed to be scattered. The cool hair was messed up by the rising spring breeze, and the spring rain was so cold. Too late to say goodbye to my mother who gave birth to me; Too late to kiss goodbye to the stream that moistens me; I have no time to pour out my enthusiasm to the land waiting for me. Spring girl quickly took me to experience it. The wind blows up our down, and one after another "falling flowers" set foot on the journey. There is still spring below. Sunlight brings a little umbrella shadow to the fields. The spring breeze in March tried to keep me, but wandering is my gift after all. I have heard of the beautiful mountains and rivers of our motherland. This warm spring is our dream journey.
In the wind, I can devote myself to enthusiasm. I seem to hear the call of the wind, and the sweet stream rings quietly in my ear. On the cliffs on both sides of the river, under the faint morning light, all kinds of extraordinary splendour complement each other and bamboo leaves bow their heads. Are they listening to birds singing? A piece of green is about to fall into the oasis, and the fog falling on the grass tip is scattered all over the floor, lightly smearing the white clouds occasionally seen on the flowers. Bamboo is faint and diffuse. Who gently buckles bamboo silk? Who is dancing with Xiao Guan? This is Yanni's Ying Ge, and it still lingers. There is fog on the lake. Gradually, the wind stopped, and I was in chaos, flying freely in the colorful season. I didn't know it was a dream until I landed. where am I going?
Shake the water, shake the heart, and shake it vividly.
Where is the home I've always longed for?
Jade bird never looked down on me from Conghua and ignored my existence. I'm going to die in the cradle of spring, and I'm going to slip through the fingers of life? Is my growth coming to an end I remember: before I left, my mother couldn't keep me and sighed softly in my ear. "My child, I firmly believe that you can break through the tight encirclement and create your own sky …" My mother's words are still floating in my ears. I burst into tears and roared in the wind. The gentle spring breeze no longer saw me off, but became my resistance, dragging my broken body like Laila Mountain, the rain blowing on my cheek, and the endless loneliness hanging over me. It's time for me to give up, since mountains and rivers no longer sing, rivers no longer sing! My mother, my journey. Dim, my fluff is no longer light and beautiful, but broken. I stayed at the top of the mountain with a bloody body. There is a tall willow tree, and its twisted trunk seems to be bending over to listen to the whispers of the abyss. Nightingales nest in trees, and the sound of Lu Lu badminton badminton flapping its wings shakes the long night.
I feel a sense of relief. It's like sleeping awake. When I woke up again, catkins caught me. She smiled at me and recited a sweet song softly. It is also so white, but the silver flame of water makes me feel what a close relative is for the first time.
A solemn and stirring hymn will hold you in your arms in the storm, inspire you in the setback, and let you know that goodness is like running water, and endless love comes from here. who is it? friends. I will bid farewell to the solo.
Looking back, the rain became sweet and the wind stripped it of its arrogance. Catkin left, and she was worried that I was in another international. The experience of wind and rain made me more profound. Here is a fertile soil, I will bloom here, and snowy days and sunny days will fill my …
Some people say that 16 is the flower season, and 17 is the rainy season. /kloc-What is 0/5 years old? I said, 15 years old is a day of youth. In that youthful day, we were always ignorant. In that youthful day, we had unspeakable helplessness. In that youthful day, we had unspeakable persistence and impulse.
In the days of youth, we feel the weight of life for the first time, the value of life for the first time, the true meaning of life for the first time, and understand the truth that "on success or failure, life is a hero".
Dear friend, do you know? If you want to understand the nature of life, you must learn to feel.
Life is a song. Listen, this is a love symphony that plays the melody of life and connects people's hearts
Life is a painting. Look, it really shows people's thriving lives and enriches our life memories.
Life is a glass of wine. Sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes spicy. It makes people dizzy and infatuated.
Life is colorful sunshine. When the cold winter dragged away his tired body, the warm spring footsteps came to every corner of the world lightly, and she sprinkled the gift-"colorful sunshine" on the ground. At this time, people go out in high spirits and feel the joy brought by spring. Look, the children are jumping and laughing, like a fine horse running, which suddenly makes the sleeping earth look brand-new.
However, in that youthful day, we showed impulse and helplessness one after another …
On the basketball court, the players in our class fouled several times because of impulse, alas! This may be "impulsive punishment"!
In class, two students are flushed because of a math problem, which is called persistence.
In the days of youth, we should exhaust our lives. In the days of youth, we should express our passion and perform our own wonderful performances.
When the wind blows the quiet green leaves, Swallow makes the morning sky desolate. We walk on the training ground in military uniforms, shouting slogans and making great strides.
I used to think that the green military uniform was heroic, and I used to think that the soldiers were so high. Until today, I found that behind the air, it was hard training, bitter sweat and the hard work of getting up early.
Looking back on the past life, this orderly and disciplined military life really made us miserable. Before, we seemed to fall from the sky. In the past, the apple in our parents' eyes was just a piece of grass that had never been beaten by wind and rain, an ordinary stone and even an undeveloped iron mine. Strict military training is bitter and boring. Just like the steel furnace baking us, all tough guys are unyielding and heroines who don't let men!
Think back to how many heroes failed to try. Look at that Zhang Haidi 5.
She 18 years old didn't go to school because of illness, and she began to learn knowledge by herself with tenacious perseverance from an early age. She taught herself specialized courses in primary schools, middle schools and universities. 1983
From 65438 to 0996, she embarked on the road of literary creation, overcoming diseases and difficulties with tenacious perseverance, striving for perfection, and making unremitting efforts for literature to become a young writer. His published works so far include: Dream in a Wheelchair, Questioning of Life, Rebecca in a New School, etc. Her works have aroused strong repercussions among social teenagers. Edison, who worked in his father's wood factory since childhood, studied for only three months in his life because of his poor family. But he loved science since he was a child, studied hard and was addicted to invention and creation. He officially registered 1328 kinds of inventions and was called the king of inventions in the world. His invention depends not only on intelligence, but also on hard scientific practice. As he himself said, "Invention is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." Thought of here, my impatience and efforts have been erased.
Sweat drips down the spine, but we can smell a fragrance, which permeates the camouflage uniform and the whole queue training ground. No alliteration? Youth is a brilliant sun, a hundred contending songs, a fighting eagle and a string of joys. Similarly, youth has no regrets.
Military training is coming to an end. My life will become dull again. The difference is that I won't be afraid or hesitate in the future. I learned how to accept challenges and endure setbacks in military training, and also taught us how to rejuvenate a new day.
Primary school makes youth fly. Speech 4 is youth, which reveals a deep poetry; Youth exudes a faint fragrance. In youth, there are unforgettable articles and unforgettable chapters. Youth is the morning of life and the dawn of a day. Cherish your youth, don't give up easily, and let your youth glow with the same brilliance. -inscription
Everyone has experienced youth, and I believe there is a period in your youth that is worth remembering. However, you can say without hesitation: I failed my youth! I don't think this is a simple matter. Now, our youth is just around the corner. So, in this golden age, is it to drift with the tide, muddle along, or race against time and forge ahead? Anyone with a little brain will choose the latter. Admittedly, how many beats can life have? There is a passage in ostrovsky's masterpiece How Steel was Tempered: "Life has given us a great and infinitely lofty gift, that is, youth: full of strength, expectation and will, full of desire for knowledge and struggle, full of hope and confidence." Youth is short and the best. We should understand the preciousness of youth and cherish our good times.
Charming rainbows come from the baptism of heavy rain, and fruitful fruits come from hard work. Today, we are in an era of fierce competition. We must absorb water like a sponge and never be satisfied with our study. In the face of challenges, how can we not be intimidated by some setbacks and failures? Let's grasp our youth, learn from Haiyan through the clouds, and fight the wind and rain in all directions. Learn from the tall and straight pine trees and cross the frost and snow. Only in this way can you leave a page with no regrets in your youth history. Don't be afraid of losing. Youth never gives in. As long as you work hard, your dream will come true.
Since it is called sunrise, there should be brilliant youth. Youth is short and precious. Please cherish your youth and don't let it die prematurely; Be proud of youth, don't waste time, after all, youth is the most brilliant moment in our life! We are in full bloom. Let's embrace the times with youth and ignite the future with life.
Let's fly our dreams and youth!
Let the youth fly in the sky. 5 When the wind overturns the peaceful green leaves, when the swallows whisper, the morning sky is desolate. On the training ground, we wore military uniforms and shouted loud slogans, marching forward angrily.
I used to think that the green military uniform was heroic, and I used to think that the soldiers were so tall. It was not until today that I discovered that behind the arrogance was hard training, bitter sweat, and the hard work of getting up early and getting greedy.
Looking back on the luxurious life in the past, this orderly and disciplined army life really made us miserable. Before, we seemed to fall from the sky to the ground. In the past, the apple of our parents' eyes was just a grass that had never been beaten by wind and rain, an ordinary stone and an undeveloped iron ore. Strict military training is bitter and boring. Just like the steelmaking furnace is tempering us, the tempered men are all made of iron, and they are all female heroes who don't want to be human!
Looking back on how many heroes didn't succeed through hard struggle, we can see that Zhang Haidi didn't go to school because of illness at the age of 5, and began to learn knowledge by himself with tenacious perseverance at an early age. She taught herself specialized courses in primary schools, middle schools and universities. 1983, she embarked on the road of literary creation, overcame diseases and difficulties with tenacious perseverance, and strived for perfection to become a young writer. His published works so far include: Dream in a Wheelchair, Questioning of Life, Rebecca in a New School, etc. Her works have aroused strong repercussions among social teenagers. And Edison, who worked in his father's wood factory since childhood, studied for only three months in his life because of his poor family. But he loved science since he was a child, taught himself hard and was addicted to invention and creation. The number of officially registered inventions reached 1328, and he was called the king of inventions in the world. His invention depends not only on intelligence, but also on hard scientific practice. As he himself said, "Invention is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration." In retrospect, my impatience and efforts disappeared.
Sweat drips down the spine, but we can smell a fragrance, which permeates the camouflage and the whole queue training ground. Isn't there a parallelism sentence? Youth is the sunrise in full bloom, the hundred ge of competition, the eagle of fighting and the string of joy. Similarly, youth has no regrets.
Military training is coming to an end. My life will return to the original dull, but the difference is that I will not be afraid and hesitant on the road ahead in the future. I learned to accept challenges and suffer setbacks in military training, and taught us how to rejuvenate and welcome a new day.
Let youth fly in the primary school. 6 Dongfeng blows out ten thousand colors; Lang Lang's book sound will pave the way for a better future. The organ of youth plays out our ideal dreams.
We are not children now. We're mature, aren't we? I often listen to others hum, and I often hum the song "Looking Back", but I don't want to agree that "I have secretly pursued it repeatedly before I know that humble indulgence is the most real". The singing skill of Lonely Prince is too detached. After a lifetime of repeated pursuit, he came to a conclusion that it was plain and true.
Plain is the truest. After all, is it not self-indulgence and mediocrity? Once upon a time, we walked into the gate of high school with great ambition. At that time, we shouted: Do it well. At this time, we think that dullness is the most real, and some people think that as long as we "live a quiet life and don't compete with the world", we can live a carefree life, and it is quite necessary to carry forward Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi's "inaction" thought. This is not desirable, you know, you dominate the world, but you still give up the world.
Life is a blooming flower, blooming and stretching beautifully; Life is a beautiful poem, fresh, smooth and profound; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious rhythm and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, flowing and rolling forward. Life is too short, shouldn't you make your life valuable? Do we really want to live a plain life? Is this what we seek in life?
During the study days, we devoted a lot of care and warmth to our loved ones. They shed sweat and silently supported us. The only hope is to follow your own life path and create a better life. In front of relatives and people who care about us, what reason do we have to think that "plain is the truest"? Did we pay golden times, shed the blood and sweat of our parents, and get this dullness? Just for a diploma with 60 points in all subjects? From paying for every family to paying for lost time, how can we easily agree that "dullness is the truest"?
I admire San Mao very much. She turned the Sahara desert into an oasis in people's hearts. Her words: even if it is not successful, it will not become a blank. The goddess of success doesn't care about everyone, but even if they don't succeed, their lives are full, not blank.
Don't be sad for the fallen leaves and cry for the spring rain; Don't wave away the summer sunshine casually, let the winter snow decorate your veil. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Show our courage to struggle and youthful passion. When we graduated from high school three years ago, looking back, there was no dull and regretful youth.
Let our youth fly!