Essay My Youth I Called the Shots 8th Grade How to Write

My youth, I call the shots.

Sixteen-year-old flowering 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.

My youth, I call the shots.

Suggestions can be written from the current study life, short-term goals, and future ideals.

Everyone must have come into contact with composition, especially the narrative that cannot be ignored in composition, the narrative is written about what you have seen and heard in life and the author's true feelings about life. What do you need to pay attention to when writing this type of essay? The following is a narrative of my youth and my master junior high school that I have compiled for you, welcome to read and collect.

When the wind and rain wet the wings of dreams, when the rainbow has not yet reflected on my face, I smile all the confusion, hail talk with my eyes to inherit the light of friendship. Youth is a word that has buried the dreams of countless people and made countless people confused, but I smile at it, because youth is my campus life, and youth is also my own decision!

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning quietly fell on the earth and fell on the campus, our class was clothed in the warm sunlight and comfortably read aloud every beautiful verse. With the breeze blowing in our ears, we enjoyed the sound of reading and learning. Teachers are like diligent gardeners, sowing the seeds of knowledge for us here, and we are the soil, trying to absorb its essence and hope to grow into towering trees one day.

This is our youth, and it's up to us to decide!

In class, the tip of the pen is making a "rustling" sound on the white paper, the chalk is dancing on the blackboard, we listen to the teacher's carefully prepared handouts, and immerse ourselves in the vast ocean of knowledge. The poems and songs in the Chinese class, the quadratic functions in the mathematics class, the short essays in the English class, the whimsical ideas in the physics class, the magical experiments in the chemistry class, the energetic in the physical education class, and the singing in the ** class, all reflect ours'Youth, it's up to us!

When I was tired of swimming in the sea of learning, I had that colorful ten minutes between classes. In these ten minutes, it is the most lively time for students, no matter where they are on campus, there are shouts, laughter and noises of students; In these ten minutes, it is the time for students to study, no matter which class they are in, Sou Simin has classmates reading books and doing homework; During these ten minutes, the students are the happiest time, chatting together and telling jokes together; During these ten minutes, it is the busiest time for students. No matter which student is preparing for the next class, the new class will arrive.

We on the sports field are different from other days, and we are full of spirits on the field. Sprinting, fighting explosiveness; Long-distance running, testing will; High jump is like a fish leaping into the dragon; The long jump is as light as a swift. Racing against time on the field, the team spirit is undoubtedly displayed, the tacit eyes, the roar of struggle, the white chalk traces of the score recorded on the sidelines are not very clear, but the cheers of victory seem to be in the ears, that is our youth.

Of course, there are failures, and who can not fail? But how can it be said that failure after full preparation is not glorious despite defeat? In the years of Allegro and Song, this is our youth, and it is up to us to decide!

The wind chimes of youth blow open my heart, the colored flute of youth blows dreams, and the notes of youth drive me to hope. Youth, this beautiful season, is the time for us to sow the branches of hope, cherish it, grasp it, let it shine in our hands dazzling brilliance, my youth I decide!