Introduction; Youth is not the years, but the state of mind. The following is an article about reminiscence of youth, welcome to enjoy.
篇一：有关回忆青春的文章Memories of my youth, although nowadays I still live in adolescence. (Title)
I forgot when I started to fall in love with words. I like the beautiful sentences, like the story in the book.
I have met many people and seen many things, and written many words. I've met many people and seen many things, and written many words. I've cried over a poignant story in a book, and I've been saddened by a parting of the ways.
Who has asked? Teenager, what are you doing this for. Who has loved, those confused years of loneliness. Mo do not need to have the love in the stars of the diffuse point of the twinkling light of the illumination, has become shiny. Who has sighed, the passing winds like a dream, at night, on top of the balcony, we look toward the bright light in the distance, tasting a sadness and heart tears.
I remember the beginning of the years, but lost to the end. The end is magnificent, yet it can be tragic. We will go in search of happiness, as the bird that flew from the south. We will go after our dreams, preferences. Will also cut off those years of reluctance, shedding the beauty of what was once there.
Memories from today, I will laugh in a period of futile memories, tears will be stained with what, perhaps it is no longer possible to know. The night is like tears, really say tears, perhaps only to use the night as tears.
The door of the bedroom became lonely, just like life, there is no all-around splendor, only the hypocritical dress up, ruthless and will not know the flaws of love and righteousness, in a little bit of burning your heart and mine.
Memories are sometimes heartbreaking, that from the pain of melancholy and sadness of the past, there is no way to say, there is no way to end. Tomorrow will also be like today, you and I would have loved to be alone, there is what ever cared about that stay in the wind and rain of the lonely haggard face. A seasonal change, with the spring curtains of that March, no wind does not reveal.
In the morning, accompanied by the morning dew, all the creatures are welcomed by the wind together with the resurrection. How can we speak of the misfortunes of this day without ever knowing that our passing is as cruel as that. O fate! All the horrible fate, give me a lie to the spring of the creation, unfortunately, the creation of ah!
From the initial disgust, our face more and more is inexplicably speechless in the heart. Growing knowledge. But barren old that year.
Tired of the outline of the day, but thought of a random walk. I like not to be constrained, that dream, even if it is a broken wall, but also with a strong love of spring. Planned certain things, in fact, has long been unable to complete. But also to support their own body that has long been tired, said the body to do.
We may have forgotten the dream! There is a wordless melancholy. Ghostly world gradually have unnatural life, I may be old, once thought not to change the old age, but more of the heart of the wordless melancholy. This is the same as that.
January, I think gradually, perhaps that the past as a floating cloud of life more and more useful! Lover's face will not say much. Just by chance also understand, that is a deep love a thick quiet departure, silent and joyless, scratching out a language of time.
Part II: The article about the memory of youthWe in the fine years in the low-eye gaze, writing a bright and bone-aching joy and sorrow, see the time hastily flow in the long river of life, the hidden sadness and happiness, scattered in the corner of the memory. In the years that will not have an ending, we learn to forget, in the days of loneliness and isolation, we learn to appreciate alone. The fragments of memory in the flow of years tirelessly flow, the thin youth feelings in the biting wind interpretation of youthful desire. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
The current year is always unable to take away everything. When the spring buds popped up to bite through the winter encirclement, when the warm spring breeze gently spread on the face, we once again into the fall, into the season belonging to the memories. Campus path, three or two groups of people Trent moved, attracted a group of leaves dancing lightly. And we are all in this cold season to recall the memories of the watery years.
It is said that youth is a wonderful dance without reincarnation, sometimes we jumped in groups of bold square dance, and sometimes would rather be alone, to a solo dance that only they can appreciate the characteristics. Youth is the years that belong to us. It concentrates the essence of our life, is the witness and leader in the process of our life blooming.
? The beginning of the beginning, is that we are singing; the end of the end, is that we are walking. ? No matter how we? Do not forget, do not forget? s to pay homage and remembrance, the short . Youth is also ultimately to pass, and we, too, have never stopped? On the road. Your youth is not long, don't use it to grieve. One day, when we look back on the once youthful years, we will definitely be grateful and touched, grateful for these unforgettable years let us? growing up while learning to be strong!? One day, when you turn over those dusty pages, you will be infinitely sad to shed tears.
Cherish youth, it will be in the chaos of your late outline a few stars vivid bright colors; treat youth, it will be turned into a memory, standing in your life must pass through each road, give you bright sunshine.
We are the same, standing in the track belonging to our established, seeing those beautiful memories of youth, gradually moving away, do not tell of the sadness?
Part III: The article about the memory of youthSome people say that youth is a song, in the notes of the flow of years or melodious or surging; some people say that youth is a poem, in the story of time or sadness or enthusiasm. Thus, those memories related to youth, but also often in the scroll of life always presents the most colorful and rich color, graffiti with the arrogance of the youth of ignorance, the lyric of the youth of the talent of the wind and snow; bearing the youth through the ups and downs, remembering the youth of each growth memory?
There is a song sung softly, in our young years, there is a dream quietly crossed, stay in our hearts. When again along the campus of the familiar path, the sound of reading aloud and the fragrance of magnolia flowers, so that once nurtured and nourished the youthful growth of the campus memory is always extraordinarily clear. You see, that took the books hurried into the classroom teacher; that rush from the playground to the classroom students; is still so familiar; you listen to the classroom came the sound of the rustling board, that preaching and teaching the teacher's melodious lectures, is still so kind. Re-combing the campus of those memories related to youth, breathing in the memory of the campus youth breath, at the moment of departure, goodbye classroom before that tree I do not know how many have been perched on the old sycamore of the Nirvana phoenix, the flowers are still blooming with a faint purple, still exudes a faint fragrance, such as the precipitation of youthful memories of the elite campus, there is still a youthful beauty like the quiet.
A poem has been written: youth is a bend, beyond the bend, not only need to have youthful passion, but also need to have youthful reason. When those memories related to youth, once again surfaced in the game for the national exams every day to meet the morning star recitation, picking the night light to practice the scene, in the youthful efforts and pay, the harvest is always laughter accompanied by tears, all the way, a few points of cultivation a few points of harvest, the harvest and pay whether it can ultimately be proportional to whether it seems to have been no longer important, and the important thing is that we once in the casting of the most beautiful years of youth, has sincerely to go! The most important thing is that we have been in the casting of the most beautiful years of youth, has been sincere to go, and hard work, and in the harvest of this effort and hard work in the rational and healthy growth.
Looking back, if youth is a journey, wonderful and not repeated; if youth is a landscape, bright and not vulgar; if youth is a diary, simple and sincere feelings; if youth is a power, lasting and not lack of vitality.
The passing of time, now when we think of those memories related to youth, those youthful pride, those youthful pride, those youthful stories, still overflowing in the heart, told once, warm now, continue to look forward to our future.