青春岁月，我与_____相约作文

01 青春岁月，我与成长相约

青春，是一段疯狂又带点忧伤的时光。我们冲动，不计后果，敢作敢当。长大后，也许或质疑年少的无知选择，或为之感到庆幸。

我从小学习绘画。周末的文化课补习时断时续，唯独绘画一课不落。幼儿园时，我的画纸是家里雪白的墙壁、客厅、卧室、餐厅……无一幸免。那时的想象天马行空，会飞的马啦，身披披风的蚂蚁啦，长得像羊的狗啦，都出现在属于我的色彩世界里。

小学，绘画仍是我的全部。那种发自内心迸发出的热爱，使我充满斗志，甚至决定了最初的人生——一辈子画画，直到我接触了素描。当我画出第一个正经的正方体时，我的内心没有喜悦，没有激动，没有如释重负，有的仅仅是一丝厌倦。但我很快反驳了自己：素描也是绘画的一种，只要是绘画，我都应该喜欢！当时年龄不大，规规整整的素描并不适合我。但当别人问我：“你喜欢素描吗？”“喜欢。”强烈的自尊心驱使我选择了一个可以让别人称赞我的答案。青春的成长，就这么毫无防备的来了。

随着年龄增长，素描的概念和意义才逐渐清晰起来。或许是过早接触素描的缘故，我画想象画越来越不得心应手。“想要出类拔萃，你必须做出点成绩。”这是老师让我参加想象画大赛时告诉我的。可能是接触素描太早，自己的想象力被逐渐吞噬，几次比赛的结果差强人意。我每次都装的毫不在乎，大手一挥，无所谓。但扪心自问：是否不甘？是否沮丧？是否失落？答案是肯定的，我当然想让自己不平凡，外表刚强是为了不让泪水和内心被发现。即使内心痛苦，也要高傲地抬起头来。稚嫩，懵懂，倔强，再到成熟，懂事，善解人意，是用泪水与汗水浇灌而来的。

往后的时光，回忆往事，总会有诸多感慨。那时的我们，多么单纯，多么自由。但终有一天，无知的孩童会成长为意气风发的少年。青春终将逝去，但我还是我，一个蜕变过的自己，心怀信念，朝着目标前进，往前冲！

02 青春岁月，我与温暖相约

窗外又下起了蒙蒙细雨。我坐在屋内，面对着枯燥的文字，在带着一点枯燥的青春岁月中，我的心依然想与温暖相约。

记得那一天，我坐在屋内，看着书桌上摊开的书，无尽的题海，变化多端的英文字母，百思不得其解的竞赛题，我的心中既郁闷又恼火。于是我出了门打算看看路边的风景，缓解一下心情那是一个阳光明媚的日子，太阳高照，天空湛蓝。可没过多久，太阳仿佛害羞了躲进乌云里，而后雨点落下来了。雨势太猛，我只好到一个屋檐下躲雨。雨，密密的，没有要停的意思，我的心中更加烦闷了。

突然，店中传来粗哑又略显严厉的声音：“哎！你躲雨也别站在门口！”我转过头看了看，发现这是一家卖遮阳墨镜的店。“难道是嫌我站在门口妨碍他做生意吗？这下雨天也没人会来买墨镜吧！”我暗想，而后转过身，冷淡地抛下一句：“放心吧，我不会影响你做生意的。”我看了看他，那是一张中年男人的脸。我说完后，他笑了一下，叹了叹气，又摇了摇头。

站在店门口的我回头望向路边，雨滴还是片刻不停地在坠落，我转头冲店里喊了一句：“雨一停我就走。”话音刚落，那个男人出来了，看着我说：“我的意思是让你进来避雨！”见我愣住了没有反应，他露出一丝微笑说：“算了，这是我女儿的伞，你拿去用吧。”把伞塞到我手中，他又说道：“看到你我就想到了我的女儿，她已经上大学去了，以后不能天天见到了。”他的眼中闪过一丝落寞，但脸上仍笑着。

我借走了那把伞，并在他面前撑开了伞，伞内是一朵盛开的大丽花，看起来十分温暖。临走时我回过头，看见店主在向我招手，脸上还是月月晃晃的笑容。我想这伞中的花朵，倒是与他那笑容别无一致。

窗外的雨依旧在下。我将思绪收回，目光又落在了那把伞上，脑海中仿佛映现出墨镜店老板严肃又柔和的微笑。泰戈尔曾说：“蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。”是的，我应警惕自己不要成为那浮华的蝴蝶，而应如那采蜜的络一般，对墨镜店老板，对每一个帮助我的人道谢，将被帮助的这份温暖时时传递，与这份温暖相约。

愿我们每个人在青春岁月里，能永远与温暖并肩而行，相约相随。

03 青春岁月，我与书籍相约

历史的风沙蹉跎了往昔的岁月，掩盖了曾经的荣光，却怎么也掩盖不住经典的辉煌！

——题记

这个夏天的蝉鸣比哪一年都聒噪，教室窗外枝桠疯长，却总也挡不住烈阳，少年人的青春撒野轻狂，岁月如与我长相守，书籍永相约。

闲来无事，站在书架前，小心翼翼地翻开书页，嗅着那馥郁古朴的气息，伴随着轻缓柔曼的旋律，悉心的感受那古老的舟，撩拨文字的海……

深沉的纸页以一种平缓的语调，讲述着一个个枯瘦如柴的人生、衰败没落的家族、殷红如雪的现实、以及纯真饱满的幸福、欣慰深邃的大爱、抽象深刻的哲理。它就像一位老人，褪去世间繁华，语重心长的告诉我：善、恶：真：伪。我的青春也从此抛弃了重负，笑对人生。

青春岁月，闪烁着隽永的光亮

我翱翔于诗歌的天地，生于长空，长于烈日，从未远去。在这里我邀李白饮美酒，同苏轼游赤壁，与辛弃疾咏祖国。“举杯邀明月，对影成三人。”好一个热情奔放的李白。“采菊东篱下，悠然见南山。”好一个性情阔达的陶潜。“商女不知亡国恨，隔江犹唱后庭花。”好一个忧国忧民的杜牧。“可怜夜半虚前席，不问苍生问鬼神。”好一个鄙视权贵的李商隐。那狂饮的刘伶，醉酒的王维，对月小酌的苏轼，在那美酒佳酿中即兴而作，写出了千古传唱的绝句，让人如痴如醉，不能自已。

这才发现书中的生活是幸福的，美好的，在书中的我畅游天地，翱翔天际，千种风光，万般风情。尽收眼底，诗歌——闪烁着隽永的光亮。

青春岁月，洋溢着轻松的喜悦

我迈进散文的花园，清新脱俗，与众不同。我随老舍来到北京小胡同，和沈从文来到依山傍水的城镇，与三毛穿过德国，西班牙……尽情游览，用心领略。使心灵在优美的文字中栖息，那字里行间无不是我深深感动，沉浸其中，留连忘返……

这才发现书中的生活是清新的，质朴的，心浮气躁时，读一篇散文家的文章，让我阔达开朗，脑海里迸出思想的灿烂火花，得到心灵的满足。

青春岁月，飘荡着无边际的想象

我撒野奔跑，撞进了齐花怒放的小说之林。品那一个个跌宕起伏，扣人心弦的故事，让我爱不释手：一场红楼中的梦写尽人生悲欢；一路斩妖除魔，忠心耿耿；一百零八位好汉同仇敌忾，劫富济穷；一口三足巨鼎，将广阔的中土大川，土地人民烧地熏蒸，沸腾。

这才发现书中的生活是充足的，快乐的，在书中，我与文学家交流，激发我对知识的渴求。意志消沉时，一部激昂的小说，让我精神振奋，信心百倍。

正值青春的我，与书长相守，甚至我会发现，我正值青春岁月，这个年纪里，整个世界都是我的，不需要犹豫，也用不着权衡，我要做的只是在书中留下属于我的浓墨重彩。万家灯火，喧嚣人生，尽收眼底！

04 青春岁月，与书籍相约

一本书如一片叶，一叶知秋；一本书即一场戏，一戏人生；一本书像一杯水，一杯沧海。我爱读书，更热爱品味书中人生，我与书相约，它伴我踏过青春岁月。

与书为友，因为他像一位饱经风霜的老人，充满睿智，解读人生。我曾和于果共享法国巴黎的《悲惨世界》 ，体会冉阿对世界充满爱的温暖，让我看到人性的美好；我曾在《钢铁是怎样炼成》的中明白了：人生最宝贵的是生命，生命只属于人一次，人的一生应当这样度过：当自己回首往事时，不会因碌碌无为虚度年华而悔恨，也不会因为，生活庸俗而遗憾，更不会因为为人卑劣而愧疚。这样在我们临终前就可以说：“我已经把整个生命和全部精力献给了世界上最壮丽的事业，为人类解放而奋斗……”与书相约，让我明白一个人活着的意义，以及生存的价值，那就是永不停歇的奋斗，以及对社会与国家的责任感。

与书相约，因为它富有诗意的字眼，浸润着灵性，散发着墨香，他是唐诗的大气磅礴，是宋词豪放婉约，是元曲的洒脱率真我陶醉于李白“黄河之水，天上来”的汹涌澎湃，向往他“仰天大笑，出门去，我岂是蓬蒿人”的不羁放狂。赞叹苏轼“明月几时有把酒问青天”的逸尘情怀。让他“但愿人长久，千里共婵娟”的乐观豁达。我同情于李清照，“寻寻觅觅，凄凄惨惨戚戚”的坎坷经历，伤感于云马致远，“夕阳西下，断肠人在天涯”的凄凉。衣带渐宽终不悔，为伊消得人憔悴。不论是大雁惊风，霜叶层染，还是雷雨横空，雪压莽原，在与书相约的日子里，我那涤尽的心灵，总是在睿智与激情中荡羡。记得还在牙牙学语之时，唐风宋雨便已润湿了我幼小的心，稍大以后，那些清词丽句常常能勾起多五彩斑斓的梦——雁落平沙的神情清韵远，大漠孤烟的雄浑粗犷，经常在绚丽的梦境中浮现，及至走进中学，感受到“一蓑烟雨任平生”的旷达，“秋水共长天一色”的清丽，才越发觉自己的灵魂在书中升华了。

闲适的午后，慵懒的坐于窗前，手捧一本心仪的书，借午后的阳光细细品读，那是一次同作者心灵的对话，如此惬意，我有什么理由不爱书呢？

与书相约，我在清幽的墨香中聆听古人的智慧之音。与书相约，便是在一个清灵明净的梦幻中逐渐成长……

05 青春岁月，我与星辰相约

熬得过万丈孤独，藏得下星空大海。   

——题记

很多次在夜晚的路上踌躇，心里想的却不是孤单和漫长，而是波澜壮阔的大海和漫天的星光。偶然回首，才发现自己一个人咬着牙走了那么远的路。

星常在

青春是一个人的孤军奋战，可一路上所遇到的每一个人都像万千繁星中的一颗，虽单个只是影影绰绰，但零零散散地汇总在一起便也成了一片星空，不耀眼但却足以照亮我们前行的路。

一路上，我们会遇到很多人。有些人嬉笑怒骂着人生，却在别人看不到的地方挑灯苦读；有些人号称我用青春赌明天，在生命里消耗着光阴；有些人踌躇满志步履维艰，却无时无刻的努力前行。在青葱的岁月里，谁在苦苦坚持，谁在肆意挥霍，谁在播撒着无尽的希望。每个人的人生都是没有彩排的现场直播。在自己的人生里，他们都留下或深或浅的痕迹。唯有对美好人生的渴求，才是我们点亮的夜空的希望。也许随着岁月的消逝，我们会忘记他们坚持的模样，但难以忘怀的，是前行路上的点点星光及始终伴我们前行的希望。

夜自明

一直觉得学校是一个残酷的地方，一座一座安静地伫立于荒凉的时间轴上，把青春固定在狭小的空间里。苦涩的奋战中，还要自欺欺人地说着青春无悔，愿赌服输；明明处在最美好的年华中，却要听信年长者的欺骗，把快乐与希望寄托于毕业和长大。时光从不留恋过往，只是冷眼旁观着大部分人回头寻找记忆，却提供不了一丝余温。就像是无烛无光的夜晚，黑沉沉地掩盖希望，每一朵云都下落不明，每一盏月亮都不知所踪，荒凉了人心，兴起着风浪。

人生不是有了希望才去努力，而是努力了才会有希望。在青春的校园里，无尽的希望，成为了黎明划破黑暗的那束光。我们在黑夜里寻找着光明，也许努力的唯一意义，便是让我们可以跨越重重的荆棘，不用听从命运的安排，奋力向前，成就更好的自己。别再说为谁而努力，努力只是为了点亮夜空而已。别害怕黑暗，黑暗让我们不害怕孤独，相信有了努力的星辰，便无烛无光夜自明。

当我们感到孤单，想放弃的时候，别只看到前方路途遥远，要记住身后的一路坚持与头顶的漫天星光。路上会有风，会有浪，会有悲伤，会有孤独，也会有无尽的星辰与希望。

06 青春岁月，我与奋斗相约

高山，与白云相约，山更巍峨峻峭；碧海，与蓝天相约，海更壮观辽阔；花儿与蝴蝶相约，花更娇媚动人；我的青春岁月，与奋斗相约，更精彩纷呈。

迈进青春岁月，我奋斗的激情空前澎湃。奋斗，不仅是我前进的口号，更是我行动的标杆。我知道，燕子去了，有再来的时候；朝霞过了，有再现的时候。但我的青春过了，将一去不复返。在这青春大好时光里，若一味沉醉于享乐中，那是对自己最大的不敬。只有在青春岁月里，洒下奋斗的汗水，人生才活得。

请看！教室里，有我奋斗的身姿。一行行工工整整的字迹，密密麻麻，如流水般泻满一本又一本笔记薄，似雕刻样刻满一张又一张试卷。课堂上总有我高高举起的手，精妙的回答引起雷鸣般的掌声。课后，其他同学在嬉戏打闹，而我还在为一点疑惑，追着老师寻根问底。奋斗，在无时无刻！

不仅在学校，在家里，奋斗从不减弱。请看！不管寒风凛冽，还是狂风暴雨，我都在和朝阳竞早。太阳总是睁开惺忪的眼皮，微微的阳光伴着我朗朗的读书声渐渐明亮起来。奋斗的声音成了朝阳升起的号角。

寒暑假，其他同学，也许还在玩网络游戏，也许还在睡懒觉，而我一刻都不

01 In my youth, I meet with growth

Youth is a crazy and sad time. We are impulsive, reckless and reckless. When you grow up, you may question the ignorant choices of your youth, or be grateful for them.

I learned to draw since I was a child. On the weekends, the tutoring of cultural classes is intermittent, except for the painting class. When I was in kindergarten, my drawing paper was the white walls, living room, bedroom, dining room...all of which were spared. At that time, my imagination was wild, flying horses, ants in capes, and dogs that looked like sheep, all of which appeared in my color world.

In elementary school, painting was still my everything. That kind of love that came out of my heart filled me with fighting spirit, and even decided my first life—painting all my life, until I came into contact with sketching. When I drew the first serious cube, there was no joy, no excitement, no relief in my heart, just a hint of boredom. But I quickly refuted myself: Sketching is also a kind of painting, as long as it is painting, I should like it! I was young at that time, and regular sketching was not suitable for me. But when people ask me, "Do you like sketching?" The growth of youth comes so unprepared.

As we get older, the concept and meaning of sketching becomes clearer. Perhaps because of my early exposure to sketching, I became more and more incompetent in painting and imagining. "To excel, you have to do something." That's what my teacher told me when I took part in the Imagination Competition. Maybe it was too early to get into sketching, my imagination was gradually swallowed up, and the results of several competitions were unsatisfactory. Every time I act like I don't care, I wave my hand, it doesn't matter. But ask yourself: Are you unwilling? Frustrated? Are you lost? The answer is yes, of course I want to be extraordinary and strong on the outside in order not to let tears and hearts be discovered. Even if it hurts in the heart, raise your head proudly. Childhood, ignorance, stubbornness, and then mature, sensible, empathetic, are watered with tears and sweat.

In the future, recalling the past, there will always be many emotions. We were so innocent and free back then. But one day, ignorant children will grow into high-spirited teenagers. Youth will eventually pass away, but I am still me, a transformed self, with faith in my heart, moving towards the goal, rushing forward!

02 In my youth, I meet with warmth

It was drizzling again outside the window. I was sitting in the house, facing the boring text, in the youthful years with a little boring, my heart still wanted to meet with warmth.

I remember that day, I was sitting in the house, looking at the books spread out on the desk, the endless sea of questions, the ever-changing English letters, and the inexplicable competition questions. My heart was both depressed and annoyed. So I went out to take a look at the roadside scenery to ease my mood. It was a sunny day, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. But it didn't take long for the sun to hide in the dark clouds as if shy, and then the rain fell. The rain was so heavy that I had to hide under one roof. The rain, dense and without any intention of stopping, made my heart even more annoyed.

Suddenly, a hoarse and slightly stern voice came from the store: "Hey! Don't stand at the door to hide from the rain!" I turned around and saw that this was a store selling sunshade sunglasses. "Do you think I'm standing at the door hindering him from doing business? No one will come to buy sunglasses in this rainy day!" I thought to myself, then turned around and left a cold sentence: "Don't worry, I won't affect it. You are in business." I looked at him, it was the face of a middle-aged man. After I said that, he smiled, sighed, and shook his head again.

Standing in front of the store, I looked back to the side of the road. The raindrops were still falling for a while. I turned to the store and shouted, "I'll leave as soon as the rain stops." As soon as I finished speaking, the man came out, look He pointed at me and said, "I mean let you come in to avoid the rain!" Seeing that I was stunned and didn't respond, he smiled and said, "Forget it, this is my daughter's umbrella, you can use it." Putting it in my hands, he said again: "When I see you, I think of my daughter. She has already gone to college, and I won't be able to see her every day from now on." There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes, but he still smiled.

I borrowed the umbrella and opened it in front of him. Inside was a blooming dahlia that looked very warm. When I was about to leave, I turned around and saw the shopkeeper waving at me with a swaying smile on his face. I think the flowers in this umbrella are nothing like his smile.

It was still raining outside the window. I retracted my thoughts, my eyes fell on the umbrella again, and the serious and soft smile of the owner of the sunglasses shop seemed to be reflected in my mind. Tagore once said: "The bee sips the honey from the flower, and when it leaves, it thanks the camp. The flashy butterfly believes that the flower should thank it." Yes, I should be careful not to be the flashy butterfly, but to be that The network of collecting honey is general. I would like to thank the owner of the sunglasses shop and everyone who helped me. I will always pass on the warmth of being helped and make an appointment with this warmth.

May each of us walk side by side with warmth forever in our youthful years.

03 In my youth, I meet with books

The wind and sand of history has wasted the past years, covering up the glory of the past, but it can't hide the glory of the classics!

--Inscription

The cicadas in this summer are noisier than any other year. The branches outside the classroom window grow wildly, but they can't stop the blazing sun. The youth of young people is wild and frivolous.

I have nothing to do, standing in front of the bookshelf, carefully turning the pages, smelling the fragrant and simple atmosphere, accompanied by the soft and gentle melody, carefully feeling the ancient boat, the sea of words...

The deep pages, in a gentle tone, tell about the slender life, the decaying and declining family, the reality as bright as snow, the pure and full happiness, the gratifying and profound love, and the abstract and profound philosophy. It is like an old man who fades away from the prosperity of the world and tells me earnestly: good and evil: true: false. My youth has since abandoned the burden and smiled at life.

Youthful years, shining with meaningful light

I soar in the world of poetry, I was born in the sky, grew longer than the scorching sun, and never left. Here I invite Li Bai to drink fine wine, travel to Chibi with Su Shi, and sing about the motherland with Xin Qiji. "Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and make three people for Yingying." What an enthusiastic and unrestrained Li Bai. "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely." Such a broad-minded Tao Qian. "The businesswoman doesn't know the hatred of the country, but she still sings the flowers of the backyard across the river." Du Mu, who is very worried about the country and the people. "Pity the front seat in the middle of the night, don't ask people to ask ghosts and gods." What a Li Shangyin who despised the powerful. The binge-drinking Liu Ling, the drunken Wang Wei, and the moon-drinking Su Shi improvised in the fine wine and wine, and wrote the quatrains that have been sung through the ages, making people fascinated and unable to control themselves.

Only then did I discover that the life in the book is happy and beautiful. In the book, I travel around the world, soaring in the sky, with thousands of scenery and all kinds of customs. All in all, poetry -- shining with a timeless light.

Youthful years, filled with lighthearted joy

I stepped into the garden of prose, fresh and refined, different. I followed Lao She to Beijing's small alley, and Shen Congwen to a town surrounded by mountains and rivers, and Sanmao through Germany, Spain... Let the soul live in the beautiful words, I am deeply moved between the lines, immersed in it, and lingering...

Only then did I realize that the life in the book is fresh and simple. When I was impatient, reading an essay by an essayist made me broad and cheerful, and the brilliant sparks of thought burst out in my mind, and I got spiritual satisfaction.

In the youthful years, there are boundless imaginations floating

I ran wild and crashed into the forest of novels in full bloom. The ups and downs, the exciting stories, I can't put it down: a dream in the red mansion tells the joys and sorrows of life; slaying demons and demons all the way, loyal; one hundred and eight heroes share the same hatred, rob the rich and help the poor; The three-legged cauldron fumigates and boils the vast middle-earth Dachuan and the people of the land.

Only then did I discover that life in the book was full and happy, and in the book, I communicated with writers and stimulated my thirst for knowledge. When my mind is depressed, a passionate novel makes me refreshed and full of confidence.

When I was young, I stayed with the book master, and even I would find that I was in my youth. At this age, the whole world was mine, and there was no need to hesitate or weigh. I have left behind a deep color that belongs to me. Thousands of lights, noisy life, panoramic view!

04 Years of youth, meeting with books

A book is like a leaf, a leaf knows autumn; a book is a play, a play of life; a book is like a cup of water, a cup of sea. I love reading, and I love to savor life in books. I meet books, and they accompany me through my youth.

Make friends with the book, because he is like a weathered old man, full of wisdom, interpreting life. I once shared "Les Miserables" in Paris, France with Yu Guo, and I experienced the warmth of Jean Vale's love for the world, which made me see the beauty of human nature; I once understood in "How Steel Is Tempered": life is the most precious What matters is life, life only belongs to a person once, and a person's life should be spent in this way: when looking back on the past, he will not regret the mediocre and wasted years, nor will he regret that his life is vulgar, nor will he be despicable. And guilt. In this way, we can say before we die: "I have dedicated my entire life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause in the world, fighting for the liberation of human beings..." Meeting with the book made me understand the meaning of life as a person, and The value of survival is the never-ending struggle and the sense of responsibility to society and the country.

I make an appointment with the book, because its poetic words are infiltrated with spirituality and exudes the fragrance of ink. It is the grandeur of Tang poetry, the unrestrained and graceful Song poetry, and the free and easy frankness of Yuan music. Surging, yearning for his uninhibited madness of "Laughing at the sky and going out, am I a Penghao person". Praise Su Shi's Yichen feeling of "When will the bright moon ask the blue sky for wine". Let him be optimistic and open-minded, "I hope that people will last a long time." I sympathize with Li Qingzhao, the ups and downs of "searching and finding, miserable and miserable", and I am saddened by Yunma Zhiyuan, "the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are in the end of the world". Gradually widening the belt and never regretting it, Yi Xiao made people haggard. Whether it is the wild geese, the frost and the leaves, or the thunderstorm, the snow crushing the wilderness, in the days when I meet the book, my purified soul is always envious in wisdom and passion. I remember that when I was still learning to speak, Tang Feng and Song Yu had already moistened my young heart. When I became a little older, those clear words and beautiful sentences could often evoke colorful dreams - Yan Luo Pingsha's expression was clear. Yunyuan, the majestic and roughness of the lonely smoke in the desert, often emerges in gorgeous dreams, and when I enter the middle school, I feel the spaciousness of "a misty and rainy life" and the beauty of "autumn waters last forever". The soul is sublimated in the book.

In a leisurely afternoon, sitting lazily in front of the window, holding a favorite book in hand, and reading it carefully in the afternoon sunlight, it was a dialogue with the author's soul. It was so pleasant, why would I not love books?

Meeting with the book, I listened to the voice of wisdom of the ancients in the quiet fragrance of ink. Meeting with a book is to grow up gradually in a clear and bright dream...

05 In my youth, I meet the stars

Survive the loneliness, and hide the starry sky and the sea.

--Inscription

Many times I hesitated on the road at night, but what I thought was not loneliness and longness, but the magnificent sea and the stars in the sky. Accidentally looking back, only to find that I have walked so far by gritting my teeth.

star is always there

Youth is a person's struggle alone, but everyone you meet along the way is like a star among thousands of stars. Although it is only a shadowy shadow, it becomes a starry sky when it is gathered together. Dazzling but enough to light our way forward.

Along the way, we will meet many people. Some people laugh and scold about life, but they study hard in places where others can't see it; some people claim that I use my youth to bet tomorrow and consume time in my life; In the green years, who is persevering, who is squandering, and who is spreading endless hope. Everyone's life is a live broadcast without rehearsal. In their own lives, they have left deep or shallow traces. Only the desire for a better life is the hope of the night sky we light up. Maybe as the years go by, we will forget what they insisted on, but what is unforgettable is the little stars on the way forward and the hope that always accompanies us.

Ye Ziming

I have always felt that the school is a cruel place, one by one standing quietly on the desolate timeline, fixing youth in a small space. In the bitter struggle, one has to deceive oneself and say that youth has no regrets, and is willing to admit defeat; obviously in the best years of life, one has to listen to the deceit of the elders, and pin their happiness and hope on graduation and growing up. Time never misses the past, just watching most people look back to find memories, but can not provide a trace of warmth. It's like a night without candles and light, darkness hides hope, every cloud is missing, every moon is missing, desolate people's hearts, and storms are rising.

Life is not about working hard when there is hope, but only when there is hope. In the youthful campus, endless hope has become the light that dawns through the darkness. We are looking for light in the dark night. Perhaps the only meaning of hard work is to allow us to overcome many thorns without obeying the arrangement of fate, and strive to move forward and achieve a better version of ourselves. Don't talk about who you are working for, you are working hard just to light up the night sky. Don't be afraid of darkness, darkness makes us not afraid of loneliness, believe that with hard work, there will be no candle and no light.

When we feel lonely and want to give up, don’t just see the long road ahead, but remember the perseverance behind us and the stars above us. There will be wind, waves, sadness, loneliness, and endless stars and hope on the road.

06 In my youth, I meet with struggle

High mountains, meet the white clouds, the mountains are more majestic and steep; blue seas, meet the blue sky, the sea is more magnificent and vast; flowers meet the butterflies, the flowers are more charming and moving; my youth years, meet the struggle, more exciting.

As I entered my youth, my passion for struggle was unprecedented. Struggle is not only the slogan of my progress, but also the benchmark for my actions. I know that when the swallows go, there will be a time to come again; the dawn has passed, and there will be a time to reappear. But my youth is over and will never return. In this good time of youth, if you blindly indulge in pleasure, it is the greatest disrespect to yourself. Only in the youthful years, with the sweat of struggle, can life be lived.

Please see! In the classroom, there is a figure of me struggling. Lines of neat handwriting, densely packed, poured down one notebook after another like a running water, and carved one test paper after another like a carving. I always have my hands raised high in the class, and my delicate answer elicits thunderous applause. After class, the other students were playing and playing, and I was still a little confused, chasing the teacher to find out the root cause. Struggle, all the time!

Not only at school, but at home, the struggle never diminishes. Please see! Whether it's cold or windy or stormy, I'm always competing with the morning sun. The sun always opens his eyes, and the slight sunshine gradually brightens along with the sound of my reading. The voice of struggle became the horn of the rising sun.

During the winter and summer vacations, other classmates may still be playing online games or sleeping in, but I don't