关于青春与时间的英文随笔
导语：青春属于每个人只有一次，需要我们用知识去填充，用智慧去铺路，去坚强去奋斗！下面小编为大家带来了10篇青春岁月作文，欢迎大家阅读，希望能够帮助到大家。
Youth, this vibrant noun, is fading in my body. Walking in the heart of the wind and rain, salty tears flow into my heart, sad tears in my heart flow into an endless stream. I did not know whether it was remorse or loss, and I struggled to reach the shore.
Once, I once hoped that the ugly duckling would become a white swan, the students exchange how to maintain the skin, how to choose cosmetics. Who doesn't love beauty? But ever since I saw the simple and great workers on TV, I suddenly felt that appearance was not so important. How many of the stars who shine on the stage have lost their makeup, and how many people can imagine the brilliance they once had? Just keep a beautiful heart, the simple appearance can set off your beautiful and lovely.
Such a fast pace of life, my dreams, naivety and vanity are scattered, I am about to begin to write my new life. Goodbye, the youth of the wheel drive the years!
时间随笔2Years are like songs. It was you and me who wrote it together. That beautiful song, that beautiful note, is a haunting melody.
Suddenly look back, the road has been the vicissitudes of the sea, has become an indelible memory! The dream that stays in the heart, has become the "peach blossom source" which makes people admire.
What is it in our hearts that it is in our hearts that we leave love and hate?
The wheel of life turns, quietly, softly, all the time. Where you and I don't even notice. Moving. Life is in the endless cycle, the fate of ceaseless moaning. There is a beauty in this unutterable desolation. This is the tragic beauty, this is the struggle beauty -- -- not afraid of the broken bones, the heart full of hope, the life symbol rejigsaw, to create a more beautiful life.
In the season when the wind blows, only the leaves dance, the rest is only the lonely whisper. In such a season, time is like a song. I gently singing, are you listening to in all the years, whether you in waste time or write to a different song make up a different from the past, look forward to the future is like a dream. When the wind stops, everything is back to normal. But you haven't found the target yet?
Don't worry about whether the road ahead has a cliff or not. Don't worry if the bridge in front has been repaired. The shadow of the years may run ahead of you and leave you at a loss. So dare to love and hate.
The wind blows the leaves off the land/the Yangtze river to the east, the memory is like the silkworm cocoon silk/years like the song of memories.
Dreams bloom and fall, life floats. Don't let the years be so lonely, in life should be full of years of song!
时间随笔3"The years of our youth, we are involuntarily, but the blood in this breast is turbulent; The days of youth, the horizon of the waves, this is my perfect life.
I am very fond of xu wei's "the perfect life", the brisk pace with the husky and sensual voice, bringing me back to the painful past that I miss.
My world because of her appearance, change of the pale, such helplessness, it is a painful time to look back. To be honest, I don't know if it is my first love, because she never said or implied me she like me, I also very incompetent, can't convince her, putting aside, things like that, always has been, until we separate.
I have been thinking about a question, is she a person worthy of my love, worth waiting for. I really don't know. In that ignorant day, she completely entered my heart, her every move touched my heart, left deep impression in my heart. That winter, we didn't have much conversation, some just a smile, and, and, "I'm good." I gave it all in order to tell the truth.
Maybe she and I can never intersect, but I don't regret it. One day, I watch the sunset, I will think of her.
There are millions of relationships. At that time, the air was vanishing into a sewn moment. When the mood was a thousand times, I would blame you for a thousand times, and I would never tell you why. Is life so confused?
The outside world is wonderful.
The world in my heart is helpless.
时间随笔4Youth, a complex and colorful time, how many people are attracted by it, how many people because of it struggle, how many people because of it sad.
Alone, walking slowly along a secluded path, walked and walked to the small pond. I slightly raised my head to look at the peaceful pond, a cold wind blowing on my face, my sad mood with the wind like the water in the pool gently rippling. Unconsciously there is a kind of inexplicable sadness in the black night germination, then feel frightened, uneasy. The mood with the cold night wind, with the dark night more sad.
Suddenly I looked up at the night sky, and suddenly I thought the night sky was beautiful. The stars twinkled in the night sky, as if the candle in the hands of millions of people shimmered faintly. It looked bright and brilliant. I feel that night is willing to be dark for the stars, willing to sacrifice myself to get the star bright smile. Time feels sacrifice is also a kind of beauty, a kind of devotion to love. It is the sign of the night and the hope of night. Think of it here. I threw my head back and threw a shiny smile at the stars. Is it let me know, actually have no its night to be sad, sad, sad. With it, the night no longer makes me terrible, no longer makes me uneasy.
The years of youth are glorious years, but also sad years.
时间随笔5The years fly by, the days that pass by leave only a faint sadness; Time and again the frustration, with the subsequent tears, after the tears, you need to understand: youth no longer, only cherish and strong.
Walking in the mountain path, the autumn wind blowing, blowing my forehead bangs; The fallen leaves are floating in the air, like a group of golden butterflies. The scene is full of poetic imagery, which makes people feel like they are in a dream.
The leaves of gold leaf fall, floating in my palm, the leaves have lost their green vitality, leaving only the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes and the gradual yellow leaves. My tears fell. Is it a pity? Is it the end? Deciduous lives only a few months time, very short, green vigor, then LinLai yellow fades, free time to think, no time to finish, leaving only fell sad......
After the decline, I understand that the spring green leaves are beautiful, but they will die inadvertently; Is it not like our life, fleeting? This also tells us, should cherish the youth good years.
I recalled the previous reading of tian wei's "half an acre of flowers" and zi yu's "whose youth has me crazy". Every word there; Each paragraph; Each; All is life, with youth composed of life crazy song! Tian Wei when writing the flower field a half acre was diagnosed with a kind of autoimmune disease, such as leukemia, I think, how she is to use a kind of extraordinary courage to stick to wrote the blog posts that five hundred thousand words? This may be because she loves life, loves youth, cherishes the time of her youth, and does not want to let time go by in the persecution of disease. Tian wei once said: the world of zi yu.
It's the darkness of the spread of disease.
He was young.
Take too fast a life to shine.
He made me believe
There is no
Can deprive you of the right to live.
As long as it's true.
As long as you really love.
Perhaps your life is very short, but as long as you cherish life, cherish the youth, can compose a song of your own life praise!
We can not resist the steps of youth, we have passed, we have no, but we have the means to make the youth more colorful, then you know: cherish the youth!
时间随笔6In the following years, we will forget a lot, and forever in our hearts, such as a never faded, beautiful sunshine point-blank into the heart of hearts, those unscrupulous years, is the youth.
The hot days of youth, like the blooming peony, are bright and gorgeous. And we are like the buds of spring, full of upgrades and vitality, looking forward to the day of success.
It was another bright morning, and I opened my eyes with the urge of the alarm clock, and I looked at the familiar with weariness. The sunlight reflected through the window, so dazzling and dazzling. I moved slowly, got up, and went to school, familiar streets, familiar scenes, and even the passers-by with the same faces. I really can not beat the spirit, thinking: my youth, the best years of my life, nowhere to release, can only be trapped here? - yes. The answer is no doubt, I was destined to. This is, a few long galloping figure appears in front of the eyes, they all the way dozen noisy, have say and laugh. I was attracted by the shuttle in the stream of people figure, that kind of life, the life passion is what I desire, I've been looking forward to life can produce colorful flowers, made himself had been living in his disappointment, let time mottled. I suddenly run, young years can unleash boundless energy, I must cherish.
As soon as I arrived at school, I slowed down my steps, and my heart beat like a melodic song, and the form embodied in my youth was integrated into this extreme melody, so I felt more refreshed.
Youth, one of the most brilliant in life, his brilliance is not the scorching heat, but like pure white, indifferent pearl, sending out a strange light.
Alas! Now young people...
时间随笔7The autumn wind instigates the fallen leaves to fly in the sky, the whirling of the leaves, it is me. My dream is frozen, cut off on the edge of autumn. My heart is full of melancholy, like the red bean in the south, so helpless. I am helpless, my heart seems to be wrapped in cool autumn. The frowning brows closed the window of my heart, and the soft piano could not dissolve the sadness in my heart, empty thoughts like desert...
I worked in a vague dream clearly see, endless wide avenue, no trees, no house, no one, only one lonely shadow endlessly, aimlessly forward running...
时间随笔8One day, I stood on the balcony and looked far away, and suddenly I found a yellow butterfly lying motionless in the corner of the balcony. Looking at this unknown butterfly, I made this reverie: perhaps, she had enjoyed the nature of the caress, and the dance of the fallen leaves; Winter came, and for the last bit of sunshine and the longing for spring, she stayed, but in the end she did not resist the cold wind, and died here. Yet she is hopeful. She still believes that winter is coming, can spring be far behind? Look, her slightly upturned little head seemed to say to me, "I didn't wait for spring, but I tried, and I didn't regret it!" I was deeply touched by this little butterfly.
Yes, youth is like this! Collect moved, touched the youth!
Chapter viii: the years of youth.
If spring is the best and most dynamic season of the year, youth is the most brilliant and precious season in life. It cannot be seen or touched, but it enriches your mind and body so that you can feel it all the time.
Before, the understanding of "youth" is hazy, with the growth of the years, only gradually understand it: youth, is vitality! Passion! Now I can feel the gift of youth in my blood.
On Saturday, I went to learn painting, and suddenly I wanted to paint my youth with colors. What colour should youth be painted? Is it with grape purple or lemon yellow, with bright red or full dark blue... I hesitated in front of the easel, accidentally knocked the color palette onto the paper, and it dawned on me that youth is a colorful thing.
Gorky said: "we need to cherish their youth, nothing is better than the youth in the world, nothing is more precious than youth again, youth is like gold, what you want to do, what will make it."
Although in adolescence, we have a lot of troubles, but more is the dream, is passion, is happiness.
Because of our youth, we stand on the new starting line every day; Because we have youth, we can free our dreams. Because we have youth, we are not afraid of failure, believe that everything can come back from the beginning!
Youth belongs to everyone only once, need us to fill with knowledge, use wisdom to pave the way, to strong struggle! Let us sing of youth! Bless your youth! Thanks for your youth!
