The topic essay is about 600 words

Fifteen or sixteen years old is the youth of life. At this time, we are like a stave, composing the ups and downs of life; compose the ingenuity of life; Composed our own sky. Our sky is full of the tenderness of spring and the pride of summer.

Our sky is a combination of flowers and sunlight. Our sky is a sky of laughter and laughter!

I remember one time, a friend told me a story: a man, walking by the flower bed, saw a gray-haired old man carrying a kettle, trembling to the edge of the flower bed, watering the flowers. Then, sitting on the stone bench next to the flowers, he looked at the flowers in a daze, and let out a heavy sigh from time to time.

The last beam of the sunset wrapped him gently and pitifully, and the old man was quietly bathed in the sunset, picturesque.

He approached the old man and sat down on the stone bench with him, wanting to speak to him.

Hush! The old man stopped him, stared with bated breath at the withered chrysanthemum, tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something. A gust of wind blew, and the flower trembled, falling from the branches, and falling to the ground.

Do you hear that? - The sound of falling flowers?. The old man asked.

He was confused. The old man continued, "Alas, you are too young to appreciate my present feelings.

When the flowers fall, it will let out a heavy sigh, sighing that time is in a hurry! Young man, look, how bright those flowers are on the branches! During the short flowering period, they have to bloom in their full glory.

Otherwise, in a few days they may wither and fall into the mud. I often think of my youth now, and how ambitious I was then! My mind was full of plans, but none of them came to fruition.

I always think: let's do it tomorrow, do it tomorrow. dragged on and on, until now, the gray hair can only cry secretly.

Nature also gave me the words of spring, but my flowers did not bloom to their fullest. ......

After he finished speaking, he stood up tremblingly, and after walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Young man, don't dance and fly like the wind, but grasp youth as steadily as a mountain." That cloud-like life will turn into a sigh of regret in old age! Cherish it! ”

Oh, yes! We can enthusiastically praise the vitality of youth, or we can calmly analyze the immaturity of youth; We can talk about the joy and happiness of moving forward, and we can also talk about the troubles and anguish of growing up. We can look to the future, and we can plan for ......the presentOnly by grasping the present, can we gallop in tomorrow, only by grasping the present, can we enrich the illusory tomorrow, and only by grasping the present, can we create the glory of tomorrow!

Youth is speechless, but it is full of vitality, flowers are speechless, but it exudes fragrance, and spring rain is speechless, but it moisturizes great.

Pour out your heart.

There are too many worries to tell; There are too many grievances to vent; There is too much sorrow to trigger; There is so much to pour out.

Teacher! Have you ever known that when I was physically and mentally exhausted, I used to read and read until the early hours of the morning; Have you ever known that I also have the urge to be your good son in my heart when I have bad grades? Do you know that I used to hide in a dark corner and weep silently because of your incomprehension? Why, you look at me with contempt and contempt; Why, students with good mental grades in you occupy it all; Why, I have the impression of a bad student all over your mind.

Why? Mom and Dad! Have you ever known that when I was alone at home facing the sycamore drizzle outside the window, I often burst into tears; Do you know that I don't feel lost when I hold a failing report card in your hand? You know, I was so eager to live as carefree as my friends? Why, you are so indifferent to me that you can't give me even the slightest concern; Why, you are so envious of the good grades of other people's children and ignore me? Why, can't you give me even a little bit of free time to play to my heart's content?

Why? My God! Did you know that the society under your rule is full of darkness and you can't see a ray of sunshine? Did you ever know that the people you created were hiding from everyone's gaze and were so strange? Did you know that the world you created was constantly snowing, and it was green and red. Why, my eyes are obscured by a black cloth, and I cannot see the brilliant light; Why, my hands touch either the biting real ice or the hot stove; Why, my heart is full of holes and I can't find the best medicine.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, why?

There are so many worries to forget; There is too much discontent to dissolve; There is too much sorrow to bury; There are so many voices to hear.

Pour out your heart to your parents, to your friends.

Say what you want to say, such as learning difficulties, small things... It's okay, just say your new thoughts in tears,,, we're just writing this,。。 Hey...