Essay on Youth

Whether your youth is dazzling, or the yellow clock destroyed; whether your youth is smooth sailing or a twist; whether your youth is relaxed, or disappointed; whether your youth is rich, or nothing. When it leaves, it will not stop because of your obstruction, nor will it turn back because of your hysterical shouting.

Regardless of the journey and end of youth, everyone will experience a special place in their youth. It is said that only a hundred flavors are tasted to live up to this only once youth. In Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age", there is this moving passage: "The sky is slightly late, the sky is floating with lazy clouds. The bottom half sank in the darkness, the top half still floated in the sunlight. That day I was twenty-one years old, I had so many extravagant wishes in the golden age of my life. I wanted to love, I wanted to eat, and I wanted to become a half-bright, half-dark cloud in the sky in a flash. Later I realized that life is a slow process of hammering, people get older every day, the extravagance also disappears every day, and finally become like a hammered cow. But I did not foresee this when I celebrated my twenty-first birthday. I felt that I would continue to live forever and nothing could hammer me." Youth is the golden age of life, only tasted to know the bitterness, only walked to know the depth.

The youth of the decadent is dead, the youth of the strivers is energetic; the youth of the degenerate is stagnant, and the youth of the strivers is the surge. Success or failure is just a stone's throw away, the same situation, different face, and disposal, the final will have a different ending. Do not let the youth "can not help but go", do not let the youth "read the long time of heaven and earth, alone disappointed and shed a tear". Keep a light, carry a grace, stay sober, in the fire and smoke, cultivate the body and mind, with wisdom to manage life, with a passion to sing the song of youth.

Youth is a wonderful encounter on the road of life, a landscape deliberately left by the years, those youthful faces, perhaps our own; perhaps, someone else's. We don't need to be surprised when we meet because we will turn around and fade away. When we part, we don't need to sigh, because when we go to the most beautiful appointment of our youth, we will blossom into our most beautiful selves and meet the better ones. On the road of youth, there are a lot of shapes, confusion, imagination, sadness, happiness, uncertainty, passion, each paragraph, the interpretation of the essence of life.

"The most beautiful piece of poetry in the world is youth, which is endowed with longing and hope, and if the youth is well, it is sunny. The most important thing is to make sure that you do not let the youth like a simple blossom, too late to spread out, too late to reverie, so hurriedly thanked. The book of youth is not yet closed but has long been dusty and blurred.

The years are going by in a hurry, so take good care of your youth! Please let youth bathed in sunshine, on the road of the years, all the way forward, all the way to sow. Let youth weave a dream, on the way forward, all the way plowing, all the way to harvest. Let youth end beautifully and draw a perfect end to your life.