Essay The Notepad of Youth 5, Essay The Notepad of Youth

The memories of youth are as ethereal as dreams. Looking back on youth, it is indeed as real as reality. The eternal brilliance of life is nothing more than maintaining this youthful innocence. —Epigraph.

In my memory, youth is like the raindrops on the car window, and when the car of life moves forward, the raindrops pass away. You must know that "the day is not empty, and youth will not come again"!

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, like the process of raindrops beating, vividly. From the innocent and pure youth, the youth of hard work and self-confidence, to the youth of pursuing hope. Youth is like a poem, orderly and full of charm.

When I was a child, I was innocent and romantic, full of flawless childlike innocence, and began the starting point of my innocent and pure youth. Thinking that when I had free time as a child, I carried a bamboo basket on my back and wore non-slip rain boots, so I went up the mountain with my mother to start a day's journey. Let's just talk about "tea picking", it's not funny.

Hold the tea branch in your left hand and break the tea leaves in your right hand. At the end of the day, I was alone and half a basket was a piece of cake. However, lifting his heels and peeking at his mother's tea basket on tiptoe, hehe, that's not a good comparison.

Sometimes when I get tired, I secretly run to my mother to grab a handful. My mother peeked at me and just smiled. One of the most satisfying things for me was selling tea from tea merchants.

Not to mention, it would be nice to have a dozen yuan.

Compared to the innocent and carefree I was when I was young, I already felt the importance of my studies when I was in junior high school. At this time, I spent a youth working hard and confident. Isn't there a saying that "when you are sick for a long time, you will know that you will seek medical treatment wrongly, and when you are old, you will regret studying late", so I said, "Don't be discouraged, even if you lose everything, I still have a future", isn't it?

It's never too late to make an effort.

Now that I'm in high school, I'm a real high school student. This is where dreams fly. The youth of the pursuit of hope is born spontaneously!

Stendhal of France said, "Great passions prevail over all, so we can say that a man can achieve his end if he pursues it with intense perseverance." It can be seen that only those who embrace hope with enthusiasm can achieve their goals. Besides, for our current "suffering" is not "suffering".

Now this winter vacation's social practice activities have made me feel it very deeply. I was deeply inspired by the words of Victor Hugo of France - the poverty of young people is never bitter. That's right, only when you work will you know that learning is not hard, this sentence is what my parents used to teach me.

I can't argue, hehe, if you don't work hard, the boss will be sad!

Gentle wind, gentle dreams, gentle morning and dusk; faint clouds, faint tears, faint years; Thin mist, thin veil, thin disturbances...

The bits and pieces of youth turned into ink, and I carefully wrote down this "morning and dusk", "year after year", and "disturbed". And even more journeys. Youth will be buried in my heart as a "notepad" in my heart.

Well, I'm glad I'm done. Now I am writing about the Little Yueyue incident

Haha, I'm looking for this essay too.

Looks like they're all going to copy it! You can't duplicate it.

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Rub, let's stop copying it

Rub, I'm from Fuyang Middle School, and I'm also a 、、、 in the newspaper

With so many people, can this still be copied?。。

Could it be that they are all Funing No. 1 Middle School?

In those years, did you also use your immature and even ugly font to collect some fragments of life scatteredly, which was just a random record and emotional sustenance, which was our simple, ignorant, sincere, and fiery youth.

What did that thick diary record back then? Are you still preserved from afar? And then in an autumn dusk, in the afterglow of the setting sun, let the autumn wind turn the pages one by one?

I used to be as sentimental as a girl, but I didn't have the habit of keeping a diary. The occasional records have long been scattered with the wind, but a broken, "lucky" diary has made me see some shadows of youth.

Youth without taboo. At the age of seventeen and eight, there are always stubborn standards for judging art, such as literature, such as aesthetics. Since then, I have enjoyed reading texts that are now known as "chicken soup", "There is no youth who is not confused, and it is difficult to have an unchanging vow."

It should be said that no one can change our beliefs. As always, we are sincere and persistent, believing that there are always peaks and valleys in life! "When your back disappears completely, I defeat myself again.

Maybe in the world without my sight, you can fly more freely. So, when the last love song is finished, I will go back to my hut and be alone, where I may think of you and call you. Even if it's a broken story, I will treasure it in my heart.

Every time I encounter similar words, it is like a treasure, the excerpt is not counted, and I have to resolutely memorize it over and over again, and then cut a pure beauty ** from the newspaper and match it, behind my back, a person secretly appreciates it.

To be precise, my writing has only just begun at the end of 2006, and this seed, which has never germinated, has been planted early.

Excerpt from Wang Guozhen's poem:

At that age of "worrying about new words", my diary also recorded the melancholy of youth and the loneliness of gains and losses. But more than that, it's the kind of sincerity that opens up and looks forward to the future.

At that time, I was about 26 years old, and the tail of youth was still there, and today, I am almost 50 years old......

After so many years, I slowly began to try to write a diary with my mobile phone, and I no longer have to cut out my favorite female star ** and paste it in my diary like when I was young.