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it gives me confidence, dreams and hopes

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By Eniyhd CarrydPublished 2 years ago 4 min read
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it gives me confidence, dreams and hopes

My stage flat light, to give the power to forge ahead to the future ———— inscription.

Watch the eagle free on the stage

of the sky; Watch the butterflies fly about on the garden stage; Watch the green leaves on the tree stage

Full of life. I am

a little, carefully looking for my stage.

Standing on the stage, I found the long-lost confidence, junior high school entrance, class cadres, broadcasters and other

positions waiting for screening, class cadres let me have

The opportunity to stand on the podium. Since then, I can talk

with strangers with a smile, I have the confidence and courage to talk with others and look forward.

I finally made the move.

Center stage, I found my long-lost dream. Junior high school life is boring after novelty. Unit

test after unit test, period

Middle school, the final exam followed. Because of time and time again to pay and efforts I

have achieved their own more satisfactory results. In this time and again satisfaction

I found my long-lost dream.

Off the stage, I found the hope I had not seen for a long time. If hope is the gem on the other side of the ocean, then

efforts are to the other side of a ship

The ship. During the systematic review of the high school entrance examination, I

realized how foolish it was to have been complacent. See white roll on dazzling red fork fork, I confused

Perhaps the

beginning of the smooth sailing has let me lost the direction, I also finally understand that all satisfaction must rely on

efforts. So, I day and night

Be careful, listen and review. Finally, I learned a lot. I am using my efforts step by step

towards hope.

Thanks to the stage of Shichong, it gives me confidence, dreams and hopes, and gives me the strength to forge ahead in the

future

However, there is no denying that youth is not a perpetual dream. Youth will one day become the adjective in memory, when

we turn to remember

Recall, take out the youth that piece of paper, if everything recorded can not leave frolic, wandering

around this kind of trivia should be located in a secondary position, that

Surely we must sigh: is that all there is to

being young? !

Youth is not a bloodless number. All setbacks will not be softened by the joy of our lives, nor should we forget that youth

is not only

It is for the joy of unbridled, but also for the burden. In the face of society, parents, in the face of their

own, we should have a regretless

The youth.

Now I still yearn for colorful days, but I want to start from scratch, because I believe: the important thing is, the time

to struggle

Hou, really struggle.

For the pursuit of perfect life, and in

Life on the run, tired. Standing in my youth, I suffered pain, loneliness and anger

Anger. This is fate testing me. "Without a cold biting, that plum blossom

"Incense" life only through sharpening can have

survival value, will be thick, can bear.

Only in this way can my life be perfect, only in this way can my life go on.

Learn

to be strong, will no longer blindly chase the shadow of others. To create your own

Road, and for it to struggle, efforts.

Be an unwilling ordinary person and believe in yourself

Will not become a unique drop of rain, and action to prove.

Youth is a yard full of green things, we linger here, happy and forget to return.

We are artisans, spreading strings of

words all over the path, weaving dreams with imagination

The land; We are visitors, listening to the grass at jointing

restlessness, nose wings also twine

The flowers bloom fresh and fragrant. We are young, we are young, I dream,

Floating

there, all is quiet...

Ever swaddling in the jiao drop cry we, will shoulder what kind of mission in the world

With the

initial ignorance of "born I must be useful", we began our life journey.

Greedy time picked up Mowgli and his childhood flashed past, and his feet broke the boat of life

The gate of youth, carrying

me into the sour, sweet, bitter, hot youth journey. That's a brave life,

Is after how hone; Burning life like that, what

light is it to draw, like the sea

General infinite spread surging!

Life should be wonderful. A dream is building me...

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