The essay with the title "my university, my youth I do"

A little bit of laughter, a little bit of sadness, flying youth, with the song of the sixteen-year-old burning years, my youth, I'm in charge.

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The years of ignorance have quietly passed, innocence has been fixed in the past, our youth as neon lights like splendor, but can not escape that prosperity behind the despondent, from the understanding of what is behind the smile of the sadness of the moment, we have embarked on the unknown road called " youth". The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service.

No surprise in the expectation, no fairy tale can make Cinderella into a princess of the crystal shoes, no that can accept countless flowers and applause of the stage. We are as ordinary as the old, what we have, just that a flame like passionate heart. Not do not want to live in style, not do not want to rebel, let go, not want to defy all the crazy pursuit, just in the dream and the reality of the moment, I see the gap between them, I understand that I have not made that pass to freedom, so I chose the reality, after all, I tend to be more realistic warmth. And that splendid dream will never wither, forever treasured in our memories, that is a dream belonging to the spontaneous youth.

We sing of youth. In fact, youth is a song, ups and downs, or sad, or happy, hazy, but memorable. Each of us is interpreting this song with great care, composing our own light youth.

In this sixteen-year-old scorching years, we alone enjoy the happiness, sorrow, joy, loneliness. Points of laughter, light sadness, this is youth. Here, leaving our smile in the moment, note down our tears in the moment, these will be enough, do not need to deliberately decorate what, this is the most real us, to grasp the youth in their own hands, to create a regretless youth.

In this melody of youth, we are the protagonist, once the rebellion and madness, once the sorrows and tears, once touched and dreams, have gone with the wind, leaving behind is worth treasuring the memories of a lifetime. We are all dream creators, we hold the dream of stepping into the youth, with a touch of youth through the youth, with hope to step out of youth, towards the future.

In the youthful years, we flaunted personality, flying thoughts; in the youthful years, we wantonly cried, laughed, has belonged to our innocence; in the youthful years, we left behind an eternity of beautiful memories. Everyone has their own sixteen years old, although the content is not the same, but the meaning is the same: singable years of innocence. We sing of youth, sing of life, sing of that not perfect but colorful years.

No need to cover up, no need to hide, my youth I'm in charge, in this colorful world, we use the heart of the song singing belongs to our flying youth. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to!

My youth I'm the master

Youth is a leaf door, from the tip of the yellowish leaves condensed into a verdant piece, facing the season of growth, and finally have to face the life of the hopes and dreams. When I tilt my head up, facing the winter sun looking at the clear sky, open my eyes and face the countless blossoms and falls in life. I understand that my own youth, only by their own master.

These days, the school kept on examining, and we were born to labor only to struggle, struggle, and ultimately numbness. The result is a few happy and a few sad, but unfortunately their own results can only be sad. So, a few days of cloudy skies are adding a few shades of gloom, but also in the heart, long difficult to disperse.

Every time I return home, hastily fill my stomach, and then put into the study, the daily life seems to be always repeated: reading, homework, writing. My mother never interfered with my study life, but only helped me add a glass of milk or brought me a midnight snack every night. As if she was used to seeing me fight in the sea of books and problems, my mother was always silent, until that day I asked the reason, she said, word for word, extremely serious: "This is your youth, but also by yourself to make the decision." Thought for a long time, the corner of my mouth finally bloomed a smile, gently picked up a cup of milk into the mouth, experiencing the inflow of lips and teeth between the heart and lungs of the wisp of warmth, when mixed with the mother's love of the mixture from the throat and smooth, the heart seems to be a few rays of sunshine, no longer so gloomy.

Friends are also never idle, the daily phone calls non-stop, even if the results are too good to look at, he has never been smart to me overbearing. A moment of warmth that is tomorrow's temperature to remind me to wear more clothes, a moment and a small voice afraid of being heard as if to tell me that he recently found a good way to throw a solid ball, I really appreciate that long phone line on the breath of warmth let me. When I told him I was a little sad, he rightly picked up with a careless, "Sad? Our lives are to be written with our persistence, why should we be sad?" Yes, why should I be sad, I can not be discouraged, because my youth will need me to make ah! In a flash, the haze of the heart was pierced by the sun through countless cracks, a large piece of yellow sunshine spread out, overflowing with light and color.

From then on, despite many exams, a lot of various trials, or will end in failure, but I will always be persistent with a smile to face everything. My classmates may talk about my sadness and my pain, but there will always be so many ideal flowers blooming in the heart, although there will be withered, but I firmly believe that tomorrow's sun, still beautiful.

"I chase a dream, I rely on my feet, this is the road I chose, I run forward obsessively." Yes, my youth I'm in charge, even if there are more bitter, awkward, sad, I still choose to obsessively go forward. "Next year is another bright spring", when a blossom and fall to sharpen my metamorphosis again and again, I will eventually smile and look at the sky, become the master of my own youth.

My youth is my master

The spring breeze slowly whisks through the wilderness of the mind, and the spring rain is like a fluttering butterfly stopping at the hairline. I've been looking forward to the sunshine, to the boundless sky, and realized that I have unintentionally stepped into the threshold of youth.

When I was a child, growing up, was a nightmare. Because I was afraid that the toys would leave me one day, I was afraid that my parents would leave me. Once, habitually looking up at the sky, I saw an airplane like a genie flying in the sky, my father held my little hand and told me: when I grow up, I will be able to fly and roam in this world like it. From then on, growing up became something I dreamed of. I longed to fly and grow up!

Unconsciously, I ignorantly stepped into youth. Youth is beautiful, mom said, always let a person obsessed, obsessed with that period of youthful years, obsessed with the youthful madness at that time; but also let a person regret, regret did not savor the taste of it, regret did not properly grasp it.

Whenever I think of the elementary school that section of the five-flavored miscellaneous bits and pieces, the heart can not help but filled with a burst of sadness and nostalgia. Sometimes will blame youth: you let me lose the innocence, lost unrestrained; but sometimes will thank up it: is you let my life is full of sweet and sour. You let me realize the meaning of life.

Youth, precious but also easy to pass; short but also beautiful. Therefore, in the face of youth, we need sufficient combat power to master it, grasp it.

Like the plum blossom with perseverance. "The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." Plum, blossoming in the ice and snow, blossoming in the snow-capped. With its strong perseverance to face the cold, with full of fighting spirit to fight against winter. Although the plum does not have the fragrance of roses, tulips gorgeous, but has more than fragrance, gorgeous and valuable things - perseverance.

Like the dandelion, you can fly your dreams. The dandelion knows how to have a dream and let it fly. Even though they understand that the process of realizing their dreams will not be smooth, they still stubbornly believe that one day they will be able to reach the end of their dreams.

Like the cactus is generally strong and optimistic. It is never afraid of the heat, not afraid of the hot sun. Even in the high temperature of more than 40 degrees, it can still stand strong in the desert. Even without water, it can grow as tall as a banyan tree by virtue of its optimism!

In the big garden of youth, we can pick much more than that. We have to make sure that we have a good time, fill up a bag, and embark on the journey of life. Life is like a blank sheet of paper, need to rely on our hands to paint. And youth is the time to color life, we should use excellent quality character as colorful decoration of life. My youth, should be my master!