Inspirational prose of youth struggle: a short message to a young man
In recent years, you have been reading various analysis reports every day, spending a lot of time discussing political and economic events such as the Wanbao dispute and Britain's withdrawal from the European Union, sharing your own views and chicken soup every day, trying to judge and capture the next wave and business opportunities. So you know the hot spots, the chicken soup is full, the conversation is rich, and the words make sense.
But please, after all these years, you have really accomplished nothing.
If you have:
To make a bottle of Chili sauce, such as Laoganma;
Go and open a Huimin restaurant, such as tian teacher braised pork;
Plant a few acres of oranges, such as Chu oranges;
Make combs, such as carpenters;
To build a wooden house like Desheng;
Be a good consulting team, such as Cai Meng Minglu Li Xiangqun of Hejun Consulting;
Run a kindergarten like the golden cradle;
To produce a good toilet cover, such as a Japanese manufacturer. ...
Your situation has changed.
Hit the floor's analysis report and high-profile business events may contain huge business opportunities, but for you, the most realistic business opportunities are probably in your own hands, or even on second thought. The yogi said: A meditation becomes a Bodhi Dojo in an instant. Imitate this statement, calm down and think about it, and business opportunities will emerge immediately.
There are many business opportunities in all walks of life and daily life. The important thing is to do it, do it well, and do it. You calm down, bid farewell to that state, ruthlessly crush yourself and elite consciousness, and start an ordinary and ordinary new life: do an ordinary thing day after day.
As time goes on, the fruits of life will be harvested sooner or later.
Sorry, I may be a little straight. I don't appreciate your past, but I still want to look forward to your future.
Inspirational prose of youth struggle: my youth, those precious years that have passed away
Who walked through his youth, leaving a smile, who stayed in his flower season, and his thoughts flooded. Who disappeared from whose rainy season, warming the thoughts. When I typed these words on the road, my youth had slipped away and I couldn't catch it.
More than a thousand days and nights have passed away from the long river of my life with a casual look back. I tried to grasp the past, but it left me at an unstoppable speed. I especially remember that when I moved from a small village in the countryside to the second high school, the flowers on the roadside were still in full bloom, showing my elegance to the world, and my youth began here. Year after year, day after day, spring went to Qiu Lai, cold came and summer went. Unconsciously, I stayed in China for several years. Life has sharpened me and I am growing every day. I forgot my anxiety and anxiety in the busy time of 3. 1 minute, and never stayed in entertainment to relax myself, just because I had a dream. We carry the hope of our parents and strive for a better life. My parents work in the fields without regrets, and tirelessly renovate crops season after season, just for us to continue to go further in our studies. When we resent the cruel reality again and again, my parents just sigh and work in the fields, and I am still making excuses for my failure.
I can't remember how many times tears have been left between my nose, and I will think of the situation in my dream. I still can't live in a free sky. I still stubbornly stick to my little dream. The vacant reality inspired my fighting spirit. Whose youth is not the growth of blood and tears, whose youth is not smooth sailing. I stubbornly insist on being strong, even if I struggle countless times, I can't go on in cowardice all my life.
On the bank of the hedge, there is not only youth, but also infinite scenery on the peak. There is no royal road to knowledge. Only those who are not afraid of difficulties and dare to climb can climb to the top and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and can appreciate the wonders of "stones from other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". . There is no loss and hesitation in youth. In June, I look forward to the arrival of a drizzle, washing my flashy youth and feeling the rain and dew. If the night is not long, how can the stars be so bright? If youth is not suffering, how can it show its strength?
Unconsciously, my youth is numbered. My high school is close to my memory, and I can't help feeling sad whenever I have time. The day of parting came quietly. I wonder how others want to leave. All I know is that time is cruel and friends are precious. We have seen them in our youth, and we don't need each other's commitment. As long as we remember each other, it is beautiful!
What seems fleeting is our lost youth. In the dusty world, our secrets are hidden in one corner after another. What a gorgeous funeral youth. At some point, someone will quietly pray for you. You can squander your youth, but you can't come back. No one can help you with that regret. Only you can heal yourself, and you can never erase the mark left by your youth. You must admit that you are still young. I remember when we have a chance to make our youth shine, remember that you should hold on, never give up, learn to be strong, go forward and be fearless. We can laugh wildly when we are young, and we can achieve all our naivety. No matter what will happen in the future, we will remain the same and keep those vivid memories. Youth will never go out of fashion. Youth is not only restlessness, willfulness, loneliness and confusion, but also innocence, kindness and love. Spring has gone a long way, and we are shouting youth in the drizzle, but it disappears like a gust of wind.
Youth is a deep will, a grand imagination and a burning feeling. The spirit of youth can only be seen in Changhong. Even if time flies, troubled times can't stop it.
Everything must pass, and youth is ignorant and hasty, and it will always leave lingering injuries. Youth is confused and precious.
Youth struggle inspirational prose: record, a bunch of blooming time.
Record the time when a tree blooms.
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I want to give this passage to my 22-year-old self to pay homage to my youth and record my wonderful time.
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At the age of twenty-two, a tree blooms.
Flowers bloom and fall.
Just like our youth, it came slowly and quietly, as if it passed by like a flower.
Ignorance before flowering, richness when flowering, loneliness after flowering.
Just like we have been ignorant, nervous, happy, lost, hesitant, confused and experienced.
Inadvertently, looking back at the other side lasted for 22 years.
When the sun goes down and rises again, everything changes, and if you are not careful, you can never go back.
Keep something just to prove the past.
According to the book, there are two kinds of unconnected, one is forgotten, and the other is put in memory.
All deep love will be buried in a place called memory.
The book says that there are two realms, one is silent pain, and the other is silent laughter.
When time steals the original intention, all that remains is hardship.
So I always stay for a while and miss another time.
As time goes by, time flies.
I am confident that I am no longer afraid of thousands of people stopping me and surrendering to myself.
I understand that hard work is not without rewards, but the rewards are still on the way.
We are struggling in the net of reality and wandering at the crossroads of life.
We work hard, we struggle, and we make ourselves positive.
Not trying to change the world, but trying not to let the noisy world change us.
Live in the envy of childhood when you grow up.
Only to find that what I miss most is childhood.
Along the way, we lost too much and gained too little.
Don't cry when you are afraid, but laugh when you are happy.
Lying in bed is no longer just sleeping, my thoughts are running.
Time is the final judge, and it will leave me with the stupidest, best and truest you.
The circle of friends is getting smaller and smaller, and it is more and more important to stay.
I thank you fools who know all my shortcomings but are still with me.
I love to get into a dead end and often get angry for no reason.
I am stingy, and if I am good to others, I have to be good to me. I am selfish and don't want to see my good friends have good friends.
I am melodramatic, complaining when I have nothing to do, and like to pretend to be a literary youth.
But I am real, not flying in the sky, not swimming in the water, I am walking on the ground.
I will try to be a good person.
Be a calm person and be a kind person.
Be a person with a smile on his lips and a happy heart.
You are the flower on my tree.
Record with life, when a tree blooms.
Youth struggle inspirational prose: youth, precipitated with tears
Youth is really thin, just like dandelions floating in the sky. The wind dispersed as soon as it blew.
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It took us four years to finally fall in love with this land that we complained about countless times, but we had to leave at the last minute. Every year when I see many seniors dragging their luggage out of campus, I wonder why there are so many tears and regrets. I didn't understand until the pointer pointed to us:
Time is really just a signboard made of paper, which is easy to be broken. When your ears are disturbed by words like graduation, you should know that it is not far from you.
With the warm sunshine, I watched the scenery for four years and recalled the story that the beautiful and sweet language in the wind became more colorful after being washed away by the rain. I couldn't help laughing, and my mouth rose slightly. I seem to see myself walking in the depths of the peach forest of youth, silently encountering lights.
Four years in college is like a meaningful but unfinished novel. After we happily wrote the beginning and climax, we scribbled the ending. When we are old, standing in the sun and reading this book in front of the university, we find that it is really a sloppy book.
I have mixed feelings when friends around me leave one after another. At the end of the last parting, I really didn't know what to say. Everyone swears to have a past and a future. The past has been generated under our feet, but does the future really exist?
Imagine that day, we sat at the wine table and pushed a cup for a change, as a souvenir of the wonderful handout in the teacher's class, and we exchanged what we would write in tomorrow's exam. Wonderful fragments are constantly restored in front of our eyes. Everyone silently holds memories with smiles and tears, and has been drunk for a thousand years for that youthful frivolity.
Perhaps many years later, we can still recall the campus we walked together, the teenager who secretly loved after sunset, and the time forgotten by the teacher after skipping class.
Time is like a machine, diluting and sorting out the past years, leaving behind a happy account of youth baptism and a fleeting dream of traveling around the world.
Every time I hear those schoolmates around me discussing some legends that happened to us, every time I see them repeating stories that we have repeated many times, and every time I think about the hardships of those schoolmates who study at night and do morning exercises, I unconsciously find that I have lost the capital to complain about college life. I found myself in love with the feeling of memories.
Time has taken away a lot of things around us and taught us a lot of truth. Throw and pick up back and forth in the middle, leaving behind surprises and memories. Four years, filled with unforgettable notes, I remember that the sky was blue at that time, you were brilliant in the sun, and the wind was very light at that time, just like you in youth.
Graduation is like a colored pen, which draws traces on everyone who leaves the ivory tower, adding a warm color to life and not being too cold by the sadness of parting.
The world is a world of war and chaos When graduation takes away the ignorant years, we still have to go on the road silently, holding the curse made by reality in one hand, writing down words with nowhere to talk, and then starting a new life. University is a very warm story. Many years later, when the edges and corners of dreams are smoothed by reality, we can still hold a very indifferent mood at that time and wait for the once warm story to grow old.
Youth is a bumpy road, extending to us from far and near. No one knows where it will lead, so we always walk in the visible direction and stumble, leaving a vague figure and a deep and shallow mark.
Staring at the old days, the leaves blown off by the wind lost their voices, the footprints walking on campus gradually ran aground, the restless dreams floating in the air, the passionate love flowing in the hearts of teenagers, and an unspoken confession were all left behind by a drop of tears.
In the years of youth, there are laughter, tears, sighs and nostalgia. When the moss under our feet spreads the soil of time, we all grow up. Looking back on fate, even if the sky of youth is full of discrete themes, I am always glad that the fleeting encounter has left such a rich and wonderful title page in our lives.
After many years, we will really understand the meaning of youth by sitting in a warm hut, watching good TV and enjoying the wonderful freshness. Those fragments between young men and women are just an episode in youth. Those who hurt us and those who love us are the witnesses of our youth growth and the significance of our youth existence.
Youth is like a trip, it doesn't care about the destination, but lies in the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it.
Youth is like a glass. When we break through it and look at our bloody bodies, we only leave sad tears.
Inspirational Prose of Youth Struggle: Feeling Youth
Some time ago, I kept thinking about two words, one is "youth" and the other is "life". I don't know when it became profound. Think about it, although I am not in my thirties, I am not in the position to feel the meaning of life. Are you really old? Ask your wife. The wife said: When you wear sneakers, you start wearing socks, which means you are old. If measured by this, I really haven't grown old, but my heart is a little vicissitudes. When I am alone, I feel more and more inexplicably sad, so that Wang Feng's songs occupy every list of cool dog players.
I watched the play Beijing Youth piecemeal last month. This is very interesting. It's enough to play, but it seems a little far from the truth. "Rejuvenation" is easier said than done. Not everyone can travel around the world in a cross-country jeep, and not everyone can afford 400 thousand to open a bar. So the wife said that it is ridiculous to use this to guide life. Youth is not for everyone to start all over again, so we must go well. Is my youth still there? If it is inferred that the protagonist in the TV series began to regain his youth at the age of 27, then the rainy season of my flower season has passed for several years, which is really a nostalgic age. So at this time, it is necessary to look back, sort out the years that have gone away from you, and think about your life macroscopically.
My father once told me that he was satisfied with my thirty-three years. First, although he was naughty when he was a child, he was kind and sensible, and he did not go astray. Second, although he is not outstanding in his studies, he is very lucky. Being admitted to the military school not only did not add any financial burden to his family, but also did not have to worry about his work at home. Third, although not charming, there are still some qualities of pseudo-literary youth. It didn't take much effort to catch up with the wife who graduated from South China University of Technology. Unlike those sad young men, they have to go to If You Are the One to find a bosom friend on the journey of life.
I don't agree with my father's so-called "satisfaction" Youth will throb, but life is more than that. Ji Bolun said: I would rather be the smallest person with dreams and wishes to realize them than the greatest person without dreams and wishes. Now I am just a very small person, with no dreams and no wishes. Is this a satisfying life? When I was in college, when I just graduated from college, what I admired and missed most was myself. I am really full of dreams and passion. I have the dream of being a general at work, and I have the magnanimity to learn poetry and music in my spare time. I feel very uncomfortable. But with the passage of time, with the growth of age, with a deep understanding of reality, my throb slowly disappeared. The general's dream is not out of reach, so it is impossible. In my spare time, there is no artistic conception of poetry and music, instead of endless movies, TV plays and games. Although I usually work hard, the company is still advanced, and I am an advanced party worker every year as always, but I know that I have reached my post. So, on my 32nd birthday, I made a job-hopping report, although I really love that masculine group. But I still left. I didn't listen to my parents' advice, nor did I accept the kindness of the head of the delegation, because I knew that the longer I stayed, the more harm I might have. Who knows if this is right or wrong? It is of little significance to discuss this now.
Perhaps because I changed my job, I began to learn nostalgia, miss the military academy era, miss the days when I was a platoon leader, company commander, staff officer and officer, and miss that youthful and dreamy era. Although I am in a colorful city every day, I still miss the lonely moonlit night in the western Sichuan Plateau, because my youth is there.
In order to let go, I began to learn to play the piano, and my wife said I was arty. Is it? Of course not. The piano is just an emotional object. Although a few hundred dollars a month, although my fingers are no longer dexterous, I am happy. After work, I ran to the teacher in a panic. Strangely enough, during this time, I seem to feel that my youth has come back a little. I am still a primary school student, and there are still many things I don't know. Seeing the score and keys is like seeing the new words when I was a child. I want to know it and learn it.
Suddenly, I seem to have touched something profound: youth may not be an earlier journey in life, nor can it be described by age. It is a state of mind, a desire, and an unknown process of learning experience. As long as I keep the state of learning experience, I will live in colorful youth, and life will become meaningful because of the brilliance of youth.