Pour out your heart composition 30, pour out your heart composition .

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 moistens the earth.

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