Everyone should have experience in writing a composition. By writing a composition, you can improve your generalization ability and logical ability. Sometimes a good composition is not achieved overnight. If it were you, what kind of composition would you choose? Please stay for a while. I recommend that you write your life as youth. I hope it will be helpful to your study and work.
Write life as youth (1). Youth is a time full of vigor; Youth is a period of constant mistakes; Youth is a time of boiling blood. Youth ... we are in adolescence, and we have begun to change. We began to love basketball and even compared it to our second life. No matter how tired you are before, as long as you touch basketball, your body will be full of vitality. In the third grade of primary school, I began to like basketball. By the fifth grade, I have become an indispensable member of the class team. But in spite of this, I never had a chance to show it until I entered junior high school. There was a ball game in the first semester, because it was the first time, and no one showed their best skills.
The next day, it was another summer, and the game started again. Finally, ..........................................., the opportunity to show it came! As a result of the last experience, we know that the fighting capacity of Class Four is very weak. So before drawing lots, we all hope to draw Class Four. I don't know if our sincerity touched the sky. We really got Class Four this time. Everyone is very excited. In a blink of an eye, the preliminary contest began. The starter walked leisurely on the court, ready to play a grand slam. It's important to jump the ball at first. Whether we can strike first depends on this jump. "Cheep-"With the referee's whistle, I jumped up at the same time as the opposing player, but I had an absolute advantage. I hit hard and the ball fell into the hands of my teammates. He walked three steps in a row and the ball fell firmly into the basket.
After that, we played steadily, 27-5 at half-time. We let our guard down in the second half and let them score two goals in a row. Finally, we worked together, 37 to 7. We did it easily. Two days later, we ushered in the final. The opponent is our brother Class One. Maybe in the previous competition, the teacher said that friendship comes first and competition comes second, and some people would disagree. But this time, we came with the idea of a friendly match. At first, both sides were neck and neck. You get one, I get one. However, since we left home, our hand feel has gradually declined. They pursued victory, and we were soon defeated.
Like last year, we won the second place. However, through this game, I learned a lot. I believe the next victory must be ours.
Writing Life into Youth Composition (Chapter II) This week, our school held an annual basketball match, and all the classes immediately boiled up after listening to it, especially those boys who were loyal to basketball, and they were even more happy. I remember when we were in the first year of high school, in that basketball match, our class won the second place and lost to Class 3. This time, we must try our best to win the first place. To this end, people in our class get together as soon as they are free on weekends, practice playing basketball together and prepare for winning the championship. This day is Friday, and there will be a basketball match in the afternoon. Many people in our class look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally look forward to this day.
On this day, the sun is shining and the weather is fine, which is a good time for exercise. When we came to the stadium, we had great confidence in our classmates. The "Du-"competition began, and the hearts of the students were immediately pulled up. At first, the ball was taken away by class four, and they were about to make a move. At this critical moment, the people in our class stopped the ball with a high advantage, but they missed it several times in a row and got it back.
In this way, the players on both sides have been deadlocked and no one scored, which not only makes the players on the field frown, but also makes the cheerleaders on both sides anxious and keep cheering for them. "come on Come on! Oh yeah-"In our cheers, our class finally scored a goal and broke the previous deadlock. At this time, people on the court can still stretch their brows, but others are under pressure. Because of this goal, people in our class become more and more confident. We threw several balls in a row and gradually opened the score between us. Finally, we got the chance to win the championship with a score of 37 1 1.
We thought we were only one step away from winning the championship, but something unexpected happened. Basketball players in our class broke through one by one, leaving only a few people. Now, our class is over. Later, we played against Class One. At first, our class played well and caught up with Class One. But in the second half, we didn't score a few goals, and people on the field began to feel anxious. Gradually, they became impatient, but they just didn't score. Everyone lost their foothold and ran with the ball, so that it was easy for the other side to shoot as soon as they grabbed the ball. Finally, we got the second place, but we didn't complain about anything else. Friendship first, competition second.
The original intention of the school to run this activity is to let us do more activities and exercise. Not this time. We will definitely refuel next time.
Writing Life as Youth (Chapter III) When I entered junior high school, youth was a little "busy" and opened my hazy eyes. My classmates have put on their clothes. I asked the time, dressed in a hurry and finished washing: then I hurried to exercise and eat.
Every morning is so full and dull. In class, keep in mind the historical significance, understand the interesting questions of mathematics, clear up the thinking of Chinese reading, and reporter English grammar. After class, the teacher entered the classroom before drinking a glass of water to go to the toilet. Busy and fresh. After dinner, the hazy sky is still red. Facing the afterglow, we strode to the classroom and studied by ourselves at night. After studying at night, I can't hear any sound, only the sound of "rustling" hand grinding my notebook. After writing my homework for a long time, the class was still quiet and I was busy writing. I don't go out of the classroom when I have less homework. I lay on the railing of the corridor, bathed in the evening breeze, very comfortable. After the evening self-study, I led a team back to the dormitory, washed my feet and talked about the interesting things of the day. One day's tension is indulged, and tomorrow is another day.
Everyone knows that the charming rainbow comes from the baptism of heavy rain, and the fruitful fruit comes from hard work. My friend, today we are in an era of fierce competition. Having a teacher at the helm before and a parent cheering behind can be described as "the right time, the right place and the right people". We must absorb water like a sponge and never be satisfied with our study. In the face of challenges, how can we not be intimidated by some setbacks and failures? Let's grasp our youth well, learn from Haiyan who has broken through the clouds and fog, and fight the wind and rain in all directions; Learn from tall pine trees to experience frost and snow.
Only by learning from Cisco can we not waste time! Since it is called Chaoyang, there should be radiant youth. Youth is short and precious. Please cherish your youth and don't let it die prematurely; Be proud of your youth and don't idle away your time. After all, youth is the most brilliant moment in our lives! Students, we are in the prime of life and full of pride. Let us embrace the times with youth, ignite the future with life, and strive to write a new chapter in the history of China with our regretless youth!
Let's fly our dreams and youth.
Writing Life into Youth Composition (Chapter 4) Youth should have many beautiful fragments, either joy, passion, warmth or madness. But all kinds of changes in life make us unconsciously miss something.
It's cold, and I don't know where the cold wind is blowing, so I'm shivering with cold. Tight tight clothes, orchids into the house. Poor orchids, suffering from lack of water, withered stems and leaves; Eaten by pests, riddled with holes; Now he is facing a cold wind attack and almost died. Looking at a few buds between thin leaves, I think the persistence of orchids will pay off soon. I want to see how it blooms!
After returning to school, everything went wrong. Because Duan failed in the exam, he was taught a lesson by the class teacher; I forgot my friend's birthday because I was busy making up my weaknesses; I can't sleep well because of a cold. ...
One day, I went back to the classroom and saw the orchids in the school auditorium, white and small, delicate and touching. Although it tastes special, I didn't grow it after all. Think about orchids at home, but it will take three weeks to study. I went back to the classroom and found my letter on the table. Open it, I can't help sighing after reading it. The letter said that junior high school students should take advantage of the next half-month holiday to have a party and have a good time. But I ... alas ... closed the letter, put it away, took out another piece of paper and began to write back to apologize ... Life is like this, and it is not satisfactory. A sudden change will make you miss a wonderful period. This time, I lost a chance to regain my junior high school memories of youth. Think about the past days, how beautiful and carefree. Is that true youth?
On the way back from sending a letter, I saw an orchid still blooming, and I couldn't help thinking of a sentence: You are not a flower, how can you understand the hardships of life blooming? If the moment of flowering is the perfect display of the youth of flowers, then if I can bloom a different flower of youth one day, I can understand its hardships.
After a long and boring study time, I ushered in the holiday. When I got home, the first thing I did was look at the blooming orchids I planted, but what caught my eye was a few scattered flowers. After I lost them for some time, I remembered a sentence: You happened to pass by, and you happened to pass by in broken walls. Just because you didn't meet in the best time doesn't mean that beauty doesn't exist. Indeed, even if I don't see the blooming orchid, I know it has bloomed. It must be as beautiful as the orchid in school, or even more beautiful.
Breeze crossing the border, falling flowers flying; Youth is gone, and flowers are tougher.
After several hardships, the orchid finally bloomed in youth. Although they withered, they became more tenacious and survived the long winter. Flowers are like this, and so are people. The suffering of youth is specially arranged by life, in order to sharpen you, dampen your spirit and wear away your affectation. Let you grow.
Life always kills youth bit by bit, killing its color and luster.
Youth always understands life, its past and its future bit by bit.
When we are young, we are always in high spirits, and at this time, life will often give you some unexpected blows and let you return to an ordinary and down-to-earth life. Gradually, you will grow up quietly in this situation.
Writing Life as Youth (Chapter 5) Maybe we thought about writing a perfect story to commemorate our youth a long time ago, but later we found that where there is such a perfect story, the best article you can write is always the next one.
And these things we have been creating, in fact, there is always a gap, there is still a distance from perfection, let alone perfection.
In fact, think about it, what is perfect in this world? Everyone has regrets, and everything will be left to people. Perhaps only in this way will there be a kind of incomplete beauty and a more memorable meaning in people's hearts.
Maybe in the past, we thought of many things, about life, about being a man, about meaning.
But later, when you finally jump out of a circle, you find that some people wear masks, while others have been living really, but they are criticized because people don't like others living really, and hope others can wear masks like them.
Because in their world cognition, only in this way can they live more harmoniously.
Even if it is rotten there, it should be perfect. Wu lacks harmonious beauty.
Maybe you will find these rules when you grow up, but you still have to adapt, run in and accept them.
Writing Life into Youth Composition (Chapter VI) It turns out that youth is not as perfect as imagined. Helpless, involuntarily, it has quietly arrived.
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He is the music giant Beethoven. He has extraordinary talent, but in his best youth, God took away a musician's most precious thing-hearing. In the face of this great change, he did not give up, but went on more firmly. Perhaps, he also felt the injustice of fate and the hardships of life. Sometimes it will be as quiet as moonlight, sometimes he will be as happy as a child, but more often, he will be like a forgotten angel. Perhaps, obsessed with music, he has never found that his youth has long been occupied by life. We can't imagine how painful it is for a musician to lose his hearing.
Facing life, youth seems less important. Those madness, those dreams, eventually turned into bubbles. Life seems to have taken away everything I cherish in this youth. That childhood dream, that desperate madness at that time, that year's heartfelt laughter, and those who have been accompanying me to grow up. In this battle with life, I lost, I was completely defeated. I can't fight back. I can't even fight back.
Life is killing my youth bit by bit and devouring it bit by bit. Under the killing of life, I feel like a firefly imprisoned by others. No matter how I illuminate it, I just drive away the inner peace, leaving only a warm and breathing afterheat.
Looking at a thick book on my desk and getting heavier and heavier, I can't help but start to be afraid, afraid of what I will gain in less than two years, and afraid of what answers I will gain in the college entrance examination that determines my future. Reality is too cruel after all, and youth is not as perfect as imagined. So this is the real life.
However, we are lucky after all. I'm not deaf in both ears. Even if I don't have Beethoven's extraordinary talent, I still have limbs. Even if I don't have nick vujicic's strong will, even if life is cruel, I still have a lot of youth.
Some people compare youth to delicate flowers, some people compare youth to dazzling stars, and some people compare youth to a quiet night sky. I think youth is a piece of wood waiting to be carved, and life is a meat cleaver, which is very painful. I believe that once the carving is completed, it will become different.