You were once a teenager for the title of the 700 words essay

"Even if like a moth to the flame, even if the body is shattered, there is no fear, to prove that I existed, I fought, I am unyielding, the trajectory of life, hundreds of millions of mole crickets roar, and ultimately to make heaven and earth also to tremble, but if everyone is silent, it will be the sorrow of all the souls."

Who can forget, on the top of Goose Peak Mountain, at the time of the tug-of-war, that "will not return until it is broken" in the momentum, there is my invincible young man style?

"One, two, three!" Roar across the sky, the valley echoed the unyielding, that grasp the rope of the hands of the veins writhing, seems to be tightly choking "the throat of fate", so that the people shocked, a face with a little tender but resolute, persistent clenching of the teeth, that the light of the God's eyes look at the sky, like in the with the oath: Junior elegance, have my invincible! Wind and sand, feet submerged in the dust, struggling to pull back. I have fought with all my might, I have fought, I am unyielding, I am not ashamed to be a teenager!

Who can forget, that "believe in yourself, the midterm will win" roar, that look down on the heroes of the "Xuan father can be afraid of the latter" of the unrestrained, fluorescent light in the "teenagers do not weapon! The call of the "young man is not a weapon" in the fluorescent light!

A song of "Ten Years" swinging leisurely, the sky fluorescence wantonly out! New Year's Day, the cultural evening, multi-talented teachers each

show their skills, completely triggered the whole scene, each early will "not allowed to bring fluorescent sticks into the field" provisions forgotten to the clouds outside, I do not know who bravely shouted: "Gentlemen do not have the weapon, for the weapon is not a gentleman. The young man does not have a tool, for the tool in vain young

year!" Subsequently, colorful fluorescent sticks will be like a long flood dike, covering the sky to fly to the whole field, an unspeakable momentum gushing out for a long time not disperse ...... Finally the director of the teaching staff to shine, lead us to the crowd swore: "Believe

self, the midterm will win! " At that moment, time seems to freeze, that excited red face and waving hands are still vivid in my mind, and that young man does not instrumental style, is eternally engraved in my heart.

The teenager, it should be "defy Kunlun, laugh at Luliang", negative my wild; teenager, it should be "although millions of people I go! The openness and optimism of the young if there is a green cloud ambition, dancing all over the wind and clouds of the nine sky poor. If a young man has a heart of no weapon, rocking up to the moon!

Men, when this is the case. The young man's style, when it is!