Write an essay on the topic of urbane or elegant , be a little more literate, but not too exagger

Fourteen-year-old flower season. The rainy season buries my laughter, my tears, my ideals. My flowering season. The rainy season is mine, and so is my youth. I have the right to dominate my youth.

Epigraph Occasionally, when I flip through the old things, there will always be a thousand thoughts coming to me, and they will remain in my mind and continue to churn for a long time. In the same way, I accidentally turned out the picture album of my childhood, and many of them came to mind. When I was a child, everyone was so innocent!

Naivety, of course, becomes the nature of children. Even children's drawings are no exception. Generally speaking, what arises spontaneously is a kind of childishness, a kind of temperament that adults and even teenagers cannot have.

Every stroke, wordlessly, sketches the blueprint in our hearts in our childhood - how beautiful! Every childish picture is our pure, innocent heart!

Thinking of this, I can't help but return to reality from that beautiful childhood. Nowadays, we have faded away from the innocence of childhood, and the blueprint in our hearts has disappeared with the passage of time, replaced by many constraints from our parents and our psychology of obeying our words! In the 21st century, we should have lofty ideals and ambitions, should have our own hobbies and interests, and should strive for a direction that belongs to us!

But the reality is the opposite: we have no thoughts, no opinions, no resistance, only obedience. As a result, we gradually form the deformed psychology of "what our parents and teachers say is right" and "whatever they do is just for us".

Can't we have the right to make our own decisions?

Life is a blank sheet of paper, and the future is drawn with our hands. Therefore, we should use colorful brushes to create a life of our own. My youth should be in my hands.

I don't really know.

It takes courage to give up, but at some point, people can only live more worthily if they preserve themselves; Give up, sometimes in exchange for more space. Perhaps, life itself is a process of constantly giving up, giving up the carefree of childhood and fulfilling the expectations of growing up; Give up the beauty of youth in exchange for mature wisdom; give up the sweetness of love in exchange for the stability of the family; Give up the beauty of applause in exchange for peace of mind. Accept it or not, sometimes there is no choice.

There is always a price to be paid for being alive.

When I was young, I was obsessed with promises, and in the end, I realized that many promises were just beautiful flowers that would always wither. Love is deep because it can't be had, dreams are beautiful because it can't be fulfilled, and life is always beautiful with incompleteness, poignant because of lack.

At the trough of life, people will find out who is with them and never give up, and suddenly they will find those who have never found that they care, which warms their hearts like this. Then I understood the simple and complex truth: God has closed a door for you, and will always open a window for you.

Yes, it won't always be breathless.

No matter what you have experienced or what you are experiencing, you should always understand that the road of life must be followed. As long as we don't have the determination to break ourselves and survive, we can only save ourselves and let ourselves live as little pain as possible. The boxer in the boxing ring was knocked to the ground by a heavy punch, and it was very painful, maybe he felt that he couldn't get up and didn't want to get up, can the game stop here, can he just rest.

However, he always has to stand up, whether it is after the referee counts one or dozens, and wins and losses always have to stand up and face them.

Maybe when we face suffering, we really feel pain, and we really want to give up our lives. However, we will still endure it, no matter how tearful and helpless we are at the beginning, time is the cure for all dark wounds. Slowly, you won't shed any more tears; Slowly, you'll find something to pass the time; Slowly, you know what to do tomorrow; Slowly, your smile opens; Slowly, your life is normal; Slowly, everything passed.

In life, there is no eternal pain, no matter how deep the pain, when you cut it, the wound will always heal.

In life, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, you can't sit on the edge of the hurdle and wait for it to disappear, you can only find a way to get through it.

Life, there is no eternal love, there is no ending of feelings, there is always an end; Those who can't have it, will always forget.

We have grown up in blow after blow, the weak are decadent in the blows, and the strong are deeply strong in the blows. I still have to learn from willow, which seems to be weak but tenacious, and the wind blows constantly; The trunk of a tree is too strong, and the branches are broken in the wind.

Learn to give up, learn to endure, learn to be strong, learn to smile, that's a different kind of beauty! Proper renunciation is an elegant turn in life.