Youth is green, that is the color of life. Youth is like grass that breaks through the ground in spring. Although petite, it has infinite vitality and passion.
You see, after a day's study, we can still lie prone on the bed and do our homework with a flashlight; Talking about learning is a pleasure, and two days and two nights are not too tired; On Sunday, I dragged my parents around and did something to publicize their character. They are very busy, but we are full of energy.
Youth We are a group of lively elves, youth we walk in the forefront of fashion, youth we are full of vitality. blue
Youth is blue, that is the color of the sky. In youth, we are always positive and have constant reverie and expectation.
"I want to be president." "I want to be an explorer and explore the mysteries of the universe." "I want to be a musician and write more songs that touch the world ..." In class, students scrambled to express their views and look forward to the future, and everyone drew a blueprint in their hearts. The teacher said, "One can't live without ideals, but one must believe that one's future is not a dream." Youth, we have ideals and wings to fly to the blue sky. purple
Youth is purple, a mature color. Just like wisteria, never give up. Youth, we no longer hide in the arms of parents, no longer want to be coaxed by parents, and no longer let tears become our own patents. We began to be independent and strong. The test paper was handed out, but it didn't bring us good news. After waiting for a while, staring at the bright red fork on the paper, J kept calm.
Youth, we began to learn to treat life calmly in setbacks. grey
Youth is gray, the color of dark clouds. Although youth is sunny, sometimes it is hard to avoid dark clouds.
As we get older, our troubles begin to increase. I don't know when the word responsibility was added to our shoulders, including our own responsibility, our family responsibility and our social responsibility. Teachers and parents nag about exams and scores every day, so we have to bury ourselves in the sea of questions and immerse ourselves in books. A lot of responsibilities and homework leave us no room to breathe. Sometimes when we get up in the morning and look at ourselves in the mirror, we begin to feel strange.
People say, "Ten years' cold window is bitter." Indeed, youth is the process of struggle, struggle is suffering and sweating, and struggle is the constant alternation of success and failure. Therefore, youth is also bitter.
Youth, synonymous with beauty, has colorful and gorgeous colors. Youth, we all have a brush, and we will definitely paint our own youth color.
Look, the ebb and flow of the tide is the calm breath of the sea; Smell it, the fragrance floats, which is the beauty of flowers; Tasting bitter coffee is a necessary setback in life; Listening and singing naturally is endless happiness in the world. Listen attentively, everywhere.
Listen to the sound of flowers.
The soft warm wind blows, and the warm sunshine shines in the bleak winter, which is another beautiful spring.
Listen, what is struggling, so persistent and so brave? Listen, what is dancing, so light and so happy. Oh, it is these flowers and bones that strive to bloom, not afraid of coolness, and strive to become the messengers of spring.
Listen, they join hands to cheer; Listen, they suck the morning rain and dew, and strive to grow; Listen, their fiery hearts are constantly surging with upward motivation. In the spring breeze, the first pink winter jasmine bloomed. Did you hear its tears dripping with excitement?
Listen to the flowers and the beautiful scenery.
Listening to beauty is sometimes simple.
Listen to the sound of leaves falling.
The wind with sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, hit the face cool pain. The lonely wildfire dyed the sky red. Dandelion bid farewell to his hometown and began to wander. What autumn in Leng Yan.
Listen, what is singing, so melancholy, so sad; What is a sigh, so lonely, so lonely. Are they yellow leaves? These fallen leaves?
Listen, they are singing their own elegies; Listen, they finished the last beautiful rotation of the understanding well; Listen, when they land, the earth will calm down.
Traffic in the street, ruthlessly trampling on the fallen leaves on the ground. But there is still their constant loneliness in the air.
Listen to the leaves falling and the beautiful scenery.
Listening to beauty is sometimes simple.
Listen to the rain singing
At first, the wind wrinkled the lake in the south of the Yangtze River, which was very touching in the sunset. What an affectionate rainy season.
Listen, what is clearly hitting the eaves, again and again; Listen, what is dripping, wetting the dry heart; It's rain, it's these jumping and lively elves.
Listen, the rain hits the lotus leaf; Listen, the gentleness of rain and flowers; Listen, the rain is gently floating in the air, and the ancient tunes are in harmony with this simple ancient town.
Next to the umbrella flower, we let the rain get wet all over us, shouting our inner voice and enjoying it comfortably.
Listen to the rain and the beautiful scenery.
Listening to beauty is sometimes simple.