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But I have never understood the emptiness and abstraction of youth. Youth contains the rise of youth, the confusion of rising, and the desire of confusion. Youth is all-encompassing and none-existent.

I'm afraid this is because the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Then I won't realize it until I'm too old to speak. But at that time, even if I understand youth, what can I do, it must be a tribute to all my words.

The years are also a tribute to my words.

And I use words to sacrifice youth.

How can I properly describe my youth? When all the words seemed pale, I began to be isolated, like a desert island, overgrown with thorns, and I and my words were scratched and scaled and rotted in the dirt.

And then. My soul permeated the weeds, from verdant green to yellow, and together deserted an island.

Ultimately. And a part of the desert island, along with my black reflection.

All along, I believed that my reflection was half of my youth.

I also believe that it is only when we fall that we see that it is always by our side. Such as night and darkness.

In all youth, there is a group of children with dreams, high school third grade essay "Essay Flashy Reflection in the Youth of the Palm".

They come from the dust and take with them everything that the dust has. They belong to the night, hiding all the sour tears and sweat. They are unpretentious, insignificant, inconspicuous and ubiquitous.

They are scarred, they endure, they are confused, they are scared, and they are unyielding. They lightly weave youth into a lie, deceiving themselves cheaply. Sounds ridiculous.

And these sorrows and pains inherent in youth are all black, infecting our youthful figures and turning them into bitter reflections.

Youth is in our hands.

Reflected at our feet.

Therefore. When I walk on the road of life, I will definitely carry my reflection, like a devout believer. Because only the reflection can tell you exactly where the sun is.

I could see from the girl's eyes that he was a very good reader, but his family had no money for him to study, and I could see from his eyes that he was very eager to read. Dear, am I satisfied?

Her name is Su Mingjuan. She's crazy.

From the eyes of this classmate, I deeply realized that I am now in a superior environment! It also shows her strong desire for knowledge! I want to study hard! Cherish the present time and strive to be a useful person for the motherland! Strive to contribute to the realization of the Chinese dream!

It can be seen in the picture that the girl is very eager to learn. Although the girl's family is very poor, it still can't change her love for learning, and the little girl holds a pencil in her hand and writes every word carefully. One of us learns from her.

A pair of bright and bright eyes, looking directly and purely at the camera, looking at the whole world, wanting to see through life. The pen that was shaking in his hand also stopped in an instant, and the hope written and the past written all stopped, and at this moment, the world was still. Unkempt hair, rough little hands, moist eyes, everything, all telling:

Addendum: The cold wind passed through the film-sealed window, and the room was much colder. Alain climbed down from the windowsill, tightened his clothes, and his two little hands were red from the cold, but the pencil in his hand was still firmly grasped, as if he was grasping gold and silver treasures, for fear that someone would take it away.

Alain wanted to go to school, but she understood that her father was seriously ill and had to spend a lot of money, and her mother only had a salary of a few hundred yuan a month, and the family had no more money for her to go to school. When her parents are not at home, she often grabs a pencil and looks out the window in a daze - in a primary school more than ten miles away, on the wide playground, a group of children sing and play games under the old locust tree. Thoughts raced through my mind, and tears fell.

Children from poor families have difficulty going to school, panicking, timidity, curiosity, and expectations for the future in front of the camera.

Isn't it, the big eyes that are eager to read, the article**.

Thirst for knowledge.

It is knowledge that can change their destiny.

I was eager to read but couldn't afford it because my family was poor.

Untitled on the day I met you, just like now, a blank space and like encountering exploding fireworks, every second of breathing and exhaling, like shouting at you, the first contact was remembered in my heart when combined with you, I knew that we were born a pair, and every envious look was a joy for me.

Until, I saw another new dress.

There is no picture, just two words to describe speechless.

I would like to say:

When those eyes eager to read looked at me, her gaze seemed to penetrate my eyes and reach my heart, directly understanding my most primitive thoughts. How can I not feel guilty about those eyes? She was so pure and immaculate, so longing, what did she desire?

I am eager to get out of the small mountain village, learn knowledge, support my parents, and repay my fellow villagers. In the face of those eyes, we should deeply introspect and should not be wasteful and extravagant. Do your best to make those big eyes eager to read realize their dreams, and at the same time, when we think of her situation, we should always remind ourselves to study hard and contribute to society in the future.