Essay on people with extraordinary perseverance and hard work 200 words

Seventeen or eighteen years old, what a season. Each of us is working on the land of our own lives, looking forward to the day of harvest.

We are so proud when we are young, challenging our fate again and again. However, cultivating the "land of destiny" is difficult, and in the process we may be injured and we may bleed. But we have no reason to run away from it, because each of us has a responsibility that we cannot take away while gaining life.

We can only silently bow our heads and work on our own cultivated land, and don't try to be taken back for you, because everyone has their own piece of land, and everyone has that responsibility that cannot be escaped.

We are full of energy, with a lot of youth in our hands, and dreams that have been hidden in our hearts for many years. In an increasingly competitive society, we can't back down, because to retreat is to fail. Time flies like a white horse, fleeting, even if we have a lot of youth in our hands, we can't resist our wanton profligacy.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, we must learn to struggle, learn to seize the opportunity. In the face of competition, we should not see and avoid it, but should take the initiative to meet it, only in this way will we grow. Only by going through more tribulations will our wings be stiffer and we will fly higher.

Without a cold bone, what kind of plum blossoms are fragrant", let us who are still under the protection of our parents leave the wings that protect us and bravely face the baptism of the storm.

No matter whether the flowers are blooming or not, whether they are fragrant or not, as long as they have bloomed, it is enough, and as long as they have bloomed, they have already obtained the greatest harvest. There is a flower in the desert that blooms for only a few days, or even a few hours, but it takes six years to draw nutrients for the flower to bloom in this short moment. What kind of spirit is this, shouldn't we, who are full of youth, get something out of it?

The flower of success, people only envy its realistic brightness, but its buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. It's time for us to wake up, only by grasping the present, can we gallop tomorrow; Only by grasping the present can we create the glory of tomorrow.

Flowers are speechless, to exude fragrance; Youth is speechless, to exude vitality. Let us, who are full of youth, grasp our own tomorrow from now on and work hard. Repeated defeats + repeated defeats + believing in the future = tomorrow's success.

Believe in yourself, and one day you will create your own brilliance.

Let's swing a heavy hammer and smash it on the most immature part with each blow, and when youth passes, that part will give birth to a thick cocoon, supporting our no longer young but certainly beautiful life.