Comment on Song of Youth in the Times 1
Youth is an eagle soaring in the clear water and blue sky; It is ants walking in the natural forest; It is a butterfly flying in the sea of flowers; Youth is us.
Youth is an adventure. Some people struggle forward in rough adventures, and some people are destroyed by hardships in adventures. No one wants to be a loser, everyone is fighting for the young mvp.
Youth is a wonderful time for us now. The youth we have is envied by many people and can no longer be owned by many people. Someone said, "My past youth was full of spirit." And we said, "What we are engaged in now is this colorful youth that belongs to us. In youth, we are not watching the live broadcast of life, nor watching the passage of time, but looking for the loveliest self in youth. Classmates are the most cherished people in our youth, because they have appeared among the billions of people in our youth, exchanged joys and sorrows with themselves, and immediately moved forward, depicting our youth in our minds. Our youth, like our life and life, can't be as beautiful as ever, let alone pass away like dust all the time. Youth is like a painting. A large part of the painting is doomed by heaven, and a large part will be painted by us. Miracle is another turning point of our youth.
It is rare to open your heart when you are young. It is not a frequent visitor, but will only come in the important period of youth. It is the window to the soul, and it won't lie. It is an exchange of trust between people.
Our youth is hard-won. The world gave it to us, our parents gave it to us, and everyone gave it to us. Youth makes mistakes, but there will always be someone to guide you, not your own choice.
We should believe that we are sad when we are sad, happy when we are happy, and so is youth.
Beautiful youth, our youth.
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times II
Youth is a golden hook. As long as you work hard, you will get a golden harvest.
Youth is a harp and happiness, and there is no reason for youth not to be happy.
Youth is a beautiful meteor, although short-lived, but gorgeous.
What is given to the youth is diligence, and what the youth returns is talent.
Open the wings of youth to chase the bright sunshine. Youth flies on the rainbow, sprinkles colorful neon, and is full of dreams. Youth jumps on the black and white keys, playing colorful notes, and the little black tadpoles dance together.
True youth is a kind of strong will, and it is also the spirit that youth gives us the courage to struggle and rush. The river of years flows away mercilessly, but what cannot flow away is youth, which is the infinite scenery of youth.
If life is a song, then youth is a melodious symphony; If life is a dream, then youth is the purest smile.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white, our smiles are bright, and everything is beautiful because of youth.
Let's take our dreams and fly to the beautiful paradise with the powerful wings of youth!
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 3
Faded naive years, naive language, but also faded naive smile.
Youth should be green and as warm as spring. However, because it is early spring, is it still cold?
Youth in middle school does bring a lot of emotional satisfaction, but if the negative side is put forward, it is a steady stream of depression. Parents, schools and even society, the noise of passion has become crowded. Both body and mind have changed from pure to imitating themselves like decorations. Keep up with the trend, as Lu Xun said, squeeze time with a sponge to deal with the vanity of youth; The world is smooth, and people's cowardice is used to send away some excuses for incompetence; Human feelings are warm and cold, and the blessings sent by distant relatives and friends are also far from their own hearts.
Youth always leaves some regrets.
What I didn't have before is now there, and later it turned into spring and winter.
Recall that naive people enter the door of adolescence and gradually mature, that is, adults are sensible. I didn't like learning before, but I regret my previous attitude towards learning, then face it squarely, and then correct it, but some people are unwilling to use their youth to break through.
Youth is beautiful and full of emotion, but few people can enjoy such years.
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 4
I just know that youth is so sad and sad, even when it is happy.
I just know that youth is the hesitation of the sun and the moon, but I don't know why and have no purpose.
Youth is hard to know. I didn't know until after it. This kind of waiting and wandering is just waiting for youth.
I just know that youth is just the face of spring flowers, not the heart of first love. Youth is swaying in the candlelight, and I can't see the real face and heart. Youth is dribs and drabs of tears by candlelight! Youth!
Only then did I know that the blessing of youth is not the prudence of Xiangxiang's birthday. Youth is not a blessing. When it is over, I know I can't throw blessings on the lonely road in the future.
I just know that youth is a drop of tears, and it is a love affair that keeps pouncing, pouncing and pouncing. The rush of youth seems to have passed endless years. When it's over, I know I can only jump into the air and take advantage of that: Ah, youth!
Only then do we know that youth is a window wet with cold rain, and the rain in youth is a trembling tear that is about to overflow. However, youth does not know. Youth only knows the joy of cold rain and tears without chill. Youth is ignorant.
I just know, the love of youth, only such generate, is the miracle of generate. It is only after youth that I know that it is not love, but to embrace that clearly known youth.
However, how can I say that youth is not a smile? The smile of youth is like a flash, flashing. The smile of youth is not happiness, but it is considered happiness. It is only after youth that I know that youth is a time to be spent without knowing how hard it is.
Only when I know that youth is an impossible dream, will I know that dreams will never be realized. Wait until after youth, only to know that it is impossible to return to youth. Although youth doesn't know those dreams, maybe it didn't really become a dream. I didn't know until after my youth that waking up was really a deeper dream.
Youth is a lighted cigarette. When it is over, the cigarette end has not been extinguished. But the embers can't stand the shaking, only to know that youth is a strong word of sadness. When you are past youth, it is a moment of self-repression, a moment after laughter.
Ah, youth knows ...
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 5
With the passage of time, the passage of time, how many past memories have disappeared. Perhaps we can only sigh the ruthlessness of the years and the helplessness of the red sun going west. Flowers bloom and fall, whether you want to stay or not, you leave the good old days to your next pregnancy. Looking for the mark of yesterday, Jiang's broken smile, thoughts and blessings have long been abandoned and gathered in his youth.
However, time will become an erratic dream. However, no matter how you spell it, you can't draw a complete picture. Stick to it once and open it when you are free. Even if I lose myself every day, I will not feel helpless and indifferent to life again and again in loneliness. She wandered in the poetic mood of spring, but described it in my heart with the simplicity and calmness of autumn. In the wild beating heart and blood of summer, she makes me feel that this is a quiet winter. Perhaps this book is like the fireworks and running water of life, fleeting, leaving one magnified eternity after another.
In the long years, many parting joys and sorrows echoed in the middle of the lake again and again, and time went back, as if returning to that sad summer day, stirring young hearts, leaving us with dazzling silence, just like our silent meeting. As long as you believe, hope will bring us to meet again. Perhaps, each of us believes that the future will be very long, and there will be a day of sadness and tears. Time seems to be chasing crazily. In the past two years, life has abandoned the past events. However, the initial beliefs are soaked in the sails of life again and again. Those familiar faces gradually blurred, and those strong vows mourned year after year. Perhaps when we step into the sheltered harbor, our burning hearts calm down and sit alone in the dark night, recalling our youth and unforgettable carefree days. Everything in the past is the best memory. The meteor just flashed by, leaving eternity behind. So is life. In life, there is no rehearsal.
Everything is alive. We can't choose tomorrow, but we can recall yesterday and those beautiful memories of youth.
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 6
When you sit at the edge of that rusty desk, you will always habitually look up at the ceiling or look at the clusters of green outside.
We have experienced too much of this kind of youth. Open some yellowed title pages and read them carefully. Years make it yellow and tearful, and then read it again.
Gorgeous and splendid Milky Way, dazzling and vigorous sunrise, proud and blooming roses and pure and beautiful drizzle are all youth written by others. But my youth is not like this. The laughter in my ear and the beautiful sunset are also the youth in my memory.
Looking back on youth, there is nothing special, except that the sunset outside the window is particularly beautiful, which has dyed the sky, the earth and my memory red.
The sunshine in spring is always warm and dazzling, running ahead of the classmates, sprinting for the last 100 meter, gasping for breath, step by step, and heading for victory.
In the classroom, the test paper is handed to you, and one question is next to another. In the huge classroom, only words dance at the tip of the pen and jump to the rustling of paper. After the bell rings, I always feel that the laughter in the class is particularly loud, annoying and loving.
It's getting late, the familiar school bell finally rings, and the setting sun shines all over the floor. Gradually, the whole day is red! I remember someone saying, "The sunset on the horizon is the star to get married!" " The flaming sun is hidden in the flaming sunset glow, which covers the flaming sun and is slowly sinking.
Flowers and grass are sprouting secretly, who knows the painstaking efforts of teenagers? Is Xueba trying his best to make a blockbuster? Or a teenager in Wan Li?
In the dead of night, the silent night cage covers the whole world, and the soft moonlight shines on the casual night. The milky way is still brilliant, and the long river is still the same.
Although learning day after day is boring, it is enough to make youth full of color. Even if you are stuck in the swamp and the road ahead is full of thorns, you should run forward bravely regardless of everything. This is the core memorial of youth life.
Time makes apples red and trees green, but only leaves intriguing youth. Youth is probably the best "home" for people.
The world is magnificent, teenagers, come on! Run bravely to the front, whenever and wherever, welcome home!
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 7
The person who makes me feel the best in this world is a smile.
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Time flies, and there is no trace left in the young lush years, which makes me feel particularly sad. But, fortunately, smile, and then you came to my years.
Smile is my friend. She has a pair of big fluffy eyes, which seems to penetrate people's hearts and let me show my heart in front of her. She also has a pair of dimples, which come out when she smiles, making me think you are an angel.
In having your youth, I feel the happiness I have never had before, and I also feel the warmth and care of friends around me. I'm glad to meet you in my youth-smile.
Unconsciously, we have been together for three years, and time flies. For the first time, I feel that time has slipped away from me and I can't catch it.
It's been three years, three whole years, and it's time for us to part. I hate the passage of time, only let us stay together for three years, but I am glad that you appeared in my first unique youth.
I can't forget your smile, I was fascinated by your words. What a strange idea.
Smile, this is the second year after we parted. At this time, I am standing on the bridge, watching the distant swallows flying around, listening to the running water under the bridge, listening to the stranger who left me quickly, and listening to me who is missing you at this time. I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you now?
We have been apart for two years. In the past two years, I can say that as long as I have time, my mind is full of you. So, are you thinking about me like me?
Hey! Too many memories, although beautiful, are only fleeting. I have never forgotten our past in my mind, and not a day goes by without them. Now that we have separated, I hope everyone will stop missing each other. Since you didn't leave your phone number, QQ and WeChat when we broke up, it means that you don't want to remember me, it's just my wishful thinking.
Goodbye, our lost friendship, hope is in the future, not to remember each other, but to remember them forever.
The most painful thing in this world is to smile.
-P.S.
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 8
"Youth is always enviable." Bing Xin said. Yes, youth is the beauty of flowers and the freshness and naturalness of grass. This is a bumpy and continuous stream that flows to the sea. In youth, we have the most colorful ideas and the simplest pursuit without regrets.
Young people are ignorant and feel that the future is unpredictable: is it sunrise, reflecting gentle light? Is it a swamp, full of thorns, unable to move? However, when we have a beautiful dream, all doubts will disappear in an instant.
The realization of dreams needs our sincere efforts to practice. Only in this way can we hope to turn the impossible in our hearts into possibility-fantasy into reality.
Throughout the ages, there are many people who excel in childhood, but have accomplished nothing when they grow up. In fact, one of the important reasons is that they didn't build a beautiful dream for themselves when they were young. Just blindly, work and live step by step in an empty world.
Gorky said: "A person without his own dreams is like a bird without wings." Imagine, can a bird without wings fly into the high and wide blue sky?
Accompanied by ancient books, I read about Fang Zhongyong's failure. On the one hand, it is because of his father's "ignoring people" and "refusing to learn". On the other hand, doesn't Zhong Yong have any responsibility? Before he achieved nothing, did he set up a lofty dream for himself, or did he draw a picture for the future?
Dreams are often magical, and its magic lies in making the impossible possible and realizing what ordinary people can't reach. Believe in yourself, dare to achieve something that ordinary people can't achieve!
Comment on Song of Youth of the Times 9
The ship is at sea, in Mazai Mountain, and we are all on the road to youth. Although the years have never stopped for our youth, it is indeed our best youth.
The train of years passed by in a hurry, leaving flowers to meet. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the boat of life has sailed to the ferry at the age of sixteen.
When the notes of the lost years strike the hearts of teenagers, we hope to go back in time to the moment when they first met and freeze all the beautiful things forever.
Magnolia grandiflora on campus has blossomed again, with wide leaves swaying loosely outside the bright window, and wide leaves full of enamel shining under the refraction of sunlight. The golden sunshine was cut into different shapes by the window lattice of the classroom and fell on our faces. At that time, the breeze wrinkled the books and rolled up the broken hair at the temples, but it couldn't blow away our flowery smiles.
In June, we set foot on the playground, and young faces met each other and ran to the finish line together. At that time, when the scorching sun was in the sky, my arms swung on both sides of my body, drawing an arc in the air, and the sun was brighter and more dazzling. Seeing them running around me, the idea of giving up became an encouragement to myself. When I was young, I never walked alone, but carried each other on my back.
In the autumn of White Deer and Wu Tong, we proudly galloped on the basketball court. At that time, we proudly held out the glory belonging to teenagers, regardless of the cold wind and rain.
In the winter when the leaves are falling and the snow is falling, we keep trudging in the mountains and rivers of the book sea. At that time, we will not be frustrated by any failure, and we will persistently build a bridge to the dream highland.
Ordinary but not dull days, outlining the appearance of life, are thus engraved into our youth, and the wind, frost, rain and snow we have walked through in our growth are also absorbed into our youth, turning into clouds and winds, and into moonlight. Thanks for meeting, we can have the same poetic youth in this life in each other's best years; Thanks for the company, we can have the courage to dream without regrets and walk side by side at the age when we love dreaming most. And there are many things in life, like ripples behind a ship, which will always be beautiful afterwards.
Knowing Jun at first is like returning to an old friend. The road to chasing dreams has been chosen. In the light of youth, we walk on the muddy road with the clearest footprints.
Comment on "Song of Youth in the Times" 10
Youth is a poem, with the fierceness of the waterfall thousands of feet and the kindness of a trickle; Youth is a diary, recording the footprints of our growth and the best memories of life; Youth is a piano, roaring and jumping notes, playing the most beautiful melody in the score.
Youth is our spring. When the willow branches germinate and the spring rain flies, we walk into youth with a little curiosity. Under the influence of the spring breeze, we learned tolerance, learned that accumulated steps can make thousands of miles, and learned that only pay will be rewarded. We dream lightly and draw the future, so we often fly away with the future.
In a blink of an eye, with the footsteps of youth, we arrived in summer. When the flowers bloom and the leaves are lush, we are warm and the strongest part of the color. After a dream spring, we began to look for our home with passion. We are full of passion and youth, and even setbacks can't stop us from moving forward.
Finally, we have ushered in the harvest season of youth-autumn. When the earth is immersed in golden yellow, when the wind is swaying with countless fruits, our sweat also brings hope. At this time, we are a little mature, we have learned to ponder things, and we feel a little calmer. The dream of spring, the effort of summer and the harvest of autumn are the trilogy of youth!
Winter, it's over. Snowflakes are flying and white elves are dancing, which reminds you of the most valuable season in your life. In an instant, you feel that you have no regrets in your life!
Youth is desirable and the most rare. If we know how to use it, we can give full play to our youth. In this way, we and youth have reached the ultimate truth and beauty.
However, don't forget that what youth needs is to cherish and grasp!