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The wind chime of youth touches the heart; the colorful flute of youth blows dreams; the notes of youth blows hope. Youth is a beautiful flower season. "Whose Youth Is Not Confused" published by Liu Tong is based on the author's own experience
He tells the story of ten years of counterattack life - one person, ten years; one city,
Things are changing rapidly. Indeed, everyone’s youth is so confusing. They may encounter muddy conditions and difficulty walking, or they may encounter heavy rain and wandering. However, I think, if I can live my own life in this confused youth,
Weather and excitement, could this be the true meaning of youth and the challenge of life?
Topic(1)
The Challenge of Youth The silence in the teacher was suffocating. Everyone held their breath and stared at the teacher's lips that were about to open - the sports meeting was coming soon, and the easy events were already "overcrowded", leaving only a few unattended ones.
Project."××
× 1000 meters, ×
, can be vaguely heard
My heartbeat was surging in my chest. The teacher walked up to me, and his sharp gaze reflected under the lens: "Just table tennis!" I felt like crying when I knew the result. I had no interest in table tennis at all.
The number of times I have passed table tennis is also very few.
Number. Helpless, confused, and inexplicably a lot heavier. I just woke up on Saturday, and before my brain was fully awake, "ping pong balls" appeared like unconditioned reflexes. I was a little flustered as I was just starting out, and I always couldn't grasp the strength enough.
in place
——When the ball is shot with too much force and bounces off the wall, the momentum is like a thousand troops rushing towards you. Before you can dodge, you hit your head; but if the force is too weak, the ball seems to be missed.
, slipped silently to my feet, feeling so angry and annoyed. Good
It’s not easy. You must grasp the strength and match it with the racket. I feel at a loss and obviously want to give up. But it is worth fighting for the class - when the ball draws a beautiful arc in the middle
, my eyes were fixed on the ball, and I turned to one side
, the ball bounced gently off the racket... Now, my table tennis is also considered the best in the class, but I sincerely thank this youth for bringing me wonderful things. Extra: Every time I see my classmates in the class
When I complain about not being able to play table tennis well, I always
I would laugh loudly, as if I saw myself in seventh grade. However, I couldn't avoid the "meaningful" glare from my classmates, uh, it's over. The challenges of youth have brought me a lot of precipitation, but a frustration in youth has also
It can bring me insights.
Topic(2)
In the youthful days, the sky was filled with gray-toned clouds, and the rain was raging unbridled. One after another, it splashed on my face with the wind. I walked back to the classroom alone, holding an umbrella, and the raindrops "
It fell on the umbrella with a bang, and with a flick, a withered flower bloomed on the ground. It was silent, worrying that it followed quietly behind me. I pushed the classroom door so heavy that there seemed to be only one flower in the classroom.
She is alone,
Her pen was waving, with her back facing me. Regret and sadness surged in like waves - "..." she blurted out because of an uncontrollable anger in her heart. Looking at her back,
I quietly walked back to my seat, and she turned her head. In an instant, our eyes met, and there was a spark unique to lightning and thunder, which stung my visual nerves. I quickly lowered my head.
My whole face felt hot. It seemed like she was walking towards me, and my heart tightened. She was getting closer, getting closer. I looked up, and our eyes met again, and I saw her bite her lip and swallow.
Xingzi spat, "Um, today, I was actually at fault..." Her clear eyes suddenly flashed with gentle light, like sugar, melting out pieces of warmth, falling into the bottom of her heart, "What, I actually
…something is wrong
First of all, I'm sorry." I seemed a little incoherent, and at the same time, the corners of our mouths curled up. Extra: "My Chinese is really bad this time, only 94." "I'm even worse this time." "Haha, what a score.
?" "98," "I really want to strangle you to death." The sadness and loss of youth may stay with you forever, but God is fair, and you may gain a deeper friendship and relief inadvertently.
Topic(3)
The reflection of youth is another geometry finale question - I can't figure it out. I'm okay in algebra, but not in geometry. I tried over and over again, but after all I still can't solve it. "Dingling bells" Chinese class is about to start. I put away the math test papers and took out
Chinese language book. Time seems to flow.
Passed away, with ten minutes left, the teacher suddenly stopped, as if she had no intention of continuing. She turned around, faced us, and thought for a while: "Do you know Kobe? He is the successor to Jordan.
The legend, yesterday, he officially ended
His NBA career lasted for 20 years. However, do you know that he gets up at 4 o'clock every day and throws at least 1,000 shots. He is covered with injuries..." In the past, I stubbornly only saw the halo of successful people.
, but never discovered
The muddy road behind them. Yes, no one's success does not require hard work. Even though Edison once said that 1% of inspiration is more important than 99% of sweat, he did not say that 99%
The sweat is not important. People
Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. The key is how to turn these eight or nine times of frustration into the motivation of youth and show the passionate side of youth. Behind almost everyone, there is a side of sadness and helplessness that does not want to be known.
Confused, or lonely, helpless
But it is these embellished youth that make it wonderful - the white test paper is full of calculations, like a swarm of ants arranging the office, but I don't want to give up. Extra: When you take off your purple and gold jersey and retire with full glory,
You are kobebrgant.青
It is precisely because of these insights and struggles that spring becomes wonderful. Alexandre Dumas once said: "Pain and loneliness are a good medicine for young people. They not only make the soul better and nobler, but also maintain its youthful color."
Stevenson also said: "Everything in youth is a test." Youth is like a mirror, which can reflect your humanity. The most important thing right now is to grasp youth, because whose youth is not wonderful? Youth is because of
You are extraordinary, beautiful because of you, wonderful because of you.
The wind chime of youth touches the heart; the colorful flute of youth blows dreams; the notes of youth blows hope. Youth is a beautiful flower season. "Whose Youth Is Not Confused" published by Liu Tong is based on the author's own experience
He tells the story of ten years of counterattack life - one person, ten years; one city,
Things are changing rapidly. Indeed, everyone’s youth is so confusing. They may encounter muddy conditions and difficulty walking, or they may encounter heavy rain and wandering. However, I think, if I can live my own life in this confused youth,
Weather and excitement, could this be the true meaning of youth and the challenge of life?
Topic(1)
The Challenge of Youth The silence in the teacher was suffocating. Everyone held their breath and stared at the teacher's lips that were about to open - the sports meeting was coming soon, and the easy events were already "overcrowded", leaving only a few unattended ones.
Project. "××1000 meters, ××400 meters..." Although everyone's face did not dare to show too many emotions, the sweat in their palms fully explained their hearts.
I'm almost there. I can't help but feel a little nervous. I can vaguely hear the surging heartbeat in my chest. The teacher walked up to me, and his sharp eyes reflected under the lens: "Just table tennis!" Knowing the result was even more exciting.
I feel like crying but have no tears at all. I have absolutely no interest in table tennis, and the number of times I have won a table tennis ball can only be counted on my fingers. I feel helpless, confused, and inexplicably feel a lot heavier. I just woke up on Saturday, and I haven’t even touched it yet.
When the brain is fully awake, "ping pong ball" appears like an unconditioned reflex. I am a little flustered as a newbie, and I always don't grasp the intensity well enough - when the ball bounces off the wall with too much force, the momentum
Like thousands of troops, they rushed straight towards me. Before I could dodge, I hit my head. But the force was too small, and the ball seemed to be missed, and silently fell to my feet. I was really angry and annoyed. Good.
It’s not easy. You must grasp the strength and match it with the racket. I feel at a loss and obviously want to give up. But it is worth fighting for the class - when the ball draws a beautiful arc in the middle
, I stared at the ball tightly, turned to one side, and the ball bounced gently off the racket... Now, my table tennis is also considered the best in the class, but I sincerely thank this youth for bringing me
Be wonderful.
Extra: Every time I see my classmates complaining about not being able to play table tennis well, I always laugh out loud, as if I’m seeing myself in seventh grade. However, I can’t avoid the “meaningful” glare from my classmates.
Well, it’s over. The challenges of youth have brought me a lot of accumulation, but once in youth...