Youth is the song article

Introduction: In adolescence we want the whole world, but are not afraid of its destruction. Adolescence is the climax of a song. The following is an article about youth is a song, welcome to read.

Part I: about youth is the song of the article

Youth? The best years of a person's life. It is a person's life is budding period, vitality, vigor; it means enterprising, means rising, contains a great hope of the unknown.

Youth is like a song, no need to sing with too much gorgeous language, no need to decorate with dazzling lights, but still so beautiful, so fascinating; youth is like a friend's smile, not the slightest perfunctory, not half a point of helplessness, always show their own side of the people in front of us; youth is like the wind in the clouds, the wind is light and light in the azure sky in search of their own happiness!

Some people say: youth is a bright sadness, like the song in the valley. In the country of youth, we enjoy laughing, enjoy the splash, like flying dandelions, like fluttering clouds, uninhibited, carefree, however, across the threshold of youth we will wave goodbye to the past, that a reluctance, that a sadness will become a heart burst of hidden pain.

Ximurong once said: each flower, can only bloom once, can only enjoy a season of warm or gentle life. How is youth not the same? We can only come once, can only have a name. But this does not affect the main theme of the song of youth, the person's youth period, there will be a name like the fall of the beautiful maturity of the period, at this time, the fruits of life like ripe rice in the beautiful calm atmosphere waiting for the harvest.

In the years of the song of youth, we understand: the beauty of youth, not the popular street fashion brand; the melody of youth, not the guitar playing the lingering sadness; the youth of the dashing, not the arm and hip swaying coyness; youthful happiness, not the wheel spinning in the countryside flying. Youth speechless, but glowing with vigor, flowers speechless, but exudes fragrance, spring rain speechless, but moistens the earth.

I have always loved the afternoon sun. It makes me believe that anything in this world will turn around, and believe in the generosity and beauty of fate. We walk from the road of youth, we will eventually grow up, with a kind of no complaints quietly grow up. In the final analysis, growing up is a kind of happiness, a painful and happy memory. And youth-related years like a haunting song in your ears and mine, every time I mention there will be a warm feeling in the bottom of the heart ripples, shallow singing, listening, every jumping note can evoke a burst of ripples in the bottom of our hearts.

Youth is like a song, the song is you and me. Singing the song of youth on the road of youth, the mood is so comfortable and free, unknowingly I have stepped on the long bridge of youth, looking back at the journey of youth, almost every moment there are flowers blooming, looking back at the beauty of youth, almost every place there is the breath of life, no matter which angle you choose to look at the youth, are so delicate and transparent, so hard to let go of people.

A few years ago I have always liked a song, it is Mayday's "stubborn" initially I did not recognize the combination, but very much like the song.

Like that kind of spontaneity, perseverance, perseverance, not afraid, the courage to challenge the feeling, since then every time I am sad and disillusioned, I will listen to this song. At this time, I heard this song again and have a new feeling new understanding.

The age of puberty I also deliberately asked? The degree of the mother? The answer has a lot, but the general saying is that the period of 10-20 years old, of course, puberty is also a stage. Adolescents are rebellious but brave, impulsive but honest. Adolescents are passionate and have a powerful curiosity about everything. We are no longer babies in swaddling clothes, we long for freedom, we long for independence, we are constantly trying to prove themselves, determined to stick to the end of things?

Remember that year in a hurry, birthday party in the dormitory in the middle of the night by the hostess aunt scolded; in order to chase their favorite girls in the rainy night, in front of the dormitory door to sing "Marry me"; skipping class to go to the movies, listening to concerts; walked alone in the street, sang the song "broken acoustic guitar". Although very silly, but very happy!

Adolescence, we want to have the whole world, but do not fear the destruction of the world. Adolescence is the climax of a song. With the growth of age, experience, gradually lost curiosity about the world, we want to have but more afraid of losing. We are eager to succeed, but afraid to choose, we are not old heart has failed!

Remember the first time to go to the Internet cafe overnight, was found by his parents were shut into a small black room; go downstairs to buy cigarettes and liquor downstairs store was the owner of the ear to see Mom and Dad; look at the big brothers and sisters on the body of the cool tattoos they have gone into the tattoo parlor, tattooed a tiger, the pain of the two days did not slow down; in order to look cooler into the barbershop hair dyed into a big red, and the results of the whole school notification?

I have seen many old people wearing red with green, spirited. I've seen a lot of old people wearing red and green, and I've seen a lot of scruffy middle-aged women. The face is dull. The same is a woman, there is the sunrise, unlimited vitality. Some are sunset dull. Don't let yourself die in your twenties! Repeatedly doing the same thing every day, no pursuit, no motivation. As if the dead body general living.

Those who dance in the square dance of the grandpa and grandma happy to come to the square, the dance or lively and light, or implicit convergence. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. There are even lovely grandmothers with pink flowers on their heads, dressed in red robes. It's just like the princess in the palace theater.

Whether you are a baby in swaddling clothes, or a lovely old man, as long as you keep a childlike heart, passion, pursuit, do not shoot failure, dare to challenge. Then you will always be young and beautiful forever!

Part 3: About youth is the song

Fog, lingering around the forest, that kind of light milky, seems to be telling the poetry of the morning; every drop of dew that glitters is the tears of every star, they first know the feeling, obscure eyes caught in the longing for tomorrow. This is youth, hazy seems to be some children awake, distant seems to be right in front of us. Bright voice, in the forest 's fog we will sing, not to compete with others for fame and fortune, but just to prove self, to prove that we have come from here.

The song of youth is like a flowing stream, clattering always a tune, but always looking for another tune. Do not know where the road, everything is based on feeling, maybe east to west, maybe up and down to flip, the more outrageous things are the more youthful direction. Youth, that is God gave us crazy, here, once dull, once timid, and even once the bottom line of morality is no longer a minefield, our hearts are filled with madness, any storm, any thunder and lightning. For our youth, it is like a hungry bird to see what to eat, maybe eat down is poison, but, but no regrets. We use the singing voice to express the inner world, every tuneless roar; every soft murmur; that is our yearning for tomorrow. Gradually, we miss youth, but always have youth. This is us, a group of youthful children, no fear, but also in no fear of gradual fear.

Youth will be as unpredictable as the sunset, but no matter which day there is a sunset, no matter which old man has been singing in youth, even if that bizarre, that ridiculous, but, just under the curtain of youth, some people understand, some people are confused. Understand that people will grow old, confused people will also grow old, there is no difference, just set in the frame of the color is different, some are colored; some are vintage color; some are still singing happily.