A. My Youth Story Composition Narrative

My Youth Story

I don’t know when I started to use “once” to describe what just happened. It seems like it happened many years ago. Maybe this is called old age. Sometimes, I wonder if I can find my own answer if I regard life as an equation. And more often than not, I'm probably just looking for my place. I have always liked a very blurred life, and my favorite color is dark blue, so many times, my life becomes a dark blue blur. I still remember Chen Sheng’s song called "50 Meters Deep Blue". I have always believed that one day I will reach my 50 Meters Deep Blue. At that time, the left bank is my words and the right bank is my music. I like to write down what I have experienced, and then change it to another name and tell it to strangers like I am telling someone else’s story. I thought that I could easily forget my past and live a life without regrets. Many people ask me which of the words I write are more real or fictional? I laugh. In fact, a story is just a story, whether it is true or fiction cannot be said. I have a lot of ideals, and these ideals accompany me as I grow step by step, like a period of hallucinations that pull me when I am almost lost. So sometimes I even suspect that ideals and reality actually exist at the same time. Many things have happened in my life, things I want to forget, things that are difficult to forget, things that should be forgotten... I have been trying to spend my whole life forgetting, waiting until life burns to the end, watching the white candles shed red tears. Some people and some things may never be forgotten in a lifetime. I like to write them out one by one, and then slowly destroy them in a deserted corner.

B. Write an essay of more than 600 words on the topic of the story of youth

“In the years of youth, we can’t help ourselves; the years of youth are a dissolute life; The years are just because of the dream burning in my chest." When I was very young, someone asked me: "Child, what is your ideal when you grow up?" I said happily: "Be a great scientist." A few years later, someone asked me again: "Big boy, what is your dream?" I said to that person seriously: "For my family and myself, I want to be a business elite who makes a lot of money and has financial acumen." Later, when someone asked me this question, I said thoughtfully: "As long as I can support my family, I can make a living for myself." Until someone mentioned the same question a few days ago, I thought about it for a long time. , at a loss and unable to cope. When I was young, I no longer understood a few words that three-year-old children are accustomed to and often talk about - ideals, dreams, and ambitions. If ideals are sustenance for a better future: dreams are yearning for a better future life; ambitions are the firm pursuit of everything in a better future. Then, my feelings or perceptions about the future can only be: worry, confusion, and fear. In the years of youth, I experienced this loneliness and this emptiness. Look for the footprints left by youth and the years sealed in youth. I always thought that I would waste my youth until it dispersed like white clouds in the blue sky. However, your appearance has changed many of my wrong thinking. If the long dark night is about to pass away, then you are the ray of light before dawn, awakening my dark heart. If green is a symbol of hope, then you are the green messenger, the angel of hope. Give my life value. If you give me a smile, then my cold and depressed heart will feel extremely comforted.

C. My Youth Story Composition Narrative (need specific things)

Youth Wind Chimes

Every young boy’s fantasy There is a string of colorful wind chimes, blue, yellow, green, red...

In the heart of every new and new human being, there is a beautiful life that brings together a variety of feelings, joy, sadness, happiness, Sadness...

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A gust of cool breeze blew in and blew my blue wind chime

When I opened the window in the morning, a gust of cool breeze blew in My little house blew into my heart and blew over my blue wind chimes. I was in a bad mood. Sitting on the small blue sofa, looking at myself in the mirror opposite, I feel so melancholy! The inexplicable impulse made me upset. Put on a blue coat, pull up the collar, spread your hair and let the wind blow.

Looking at the blue sky, I raised my hand to straighten my hair that was messed up by the wind, and then I realized that I was wearing a blue bracelet, crystal clear. Only then did I realize that my blue heart had been blown away.

A gust of cold wind blew over my purple wind chime

My mood became more and more depressed. Looking at my little purple bed, I couldn’t help but feel sad. I couldn’t predict the future and couldn’t change it. past. I knew I could only focus on my feet and sighed softly. For some reason, I originally wanted to vent my emotions, but unexpectedly, it only increased my sadness. We are always like this when we are young, feeling inexplicably empty, lonely, and depressed.

A strong wind blew up the black wind chimes that made me cry

I lowered my head, looked at the floor, and felt in my heart The irritability was at its highest. Lying back on my little bed, my eyes glanced at the window lattice. God came to make trouble, and a thick black cloud floated to my window. I looked at everything in the room. They were all colorful things, but they seemed like the ink bottles had been knocked over. Everything turned black, and my mood fell into a low point. I closed my eyes, and the hot thing slid down my cold face and into my heart, which was completely black.

A gust of breeze blew in my yellow wind chimes

The weather is unpredictable. This sentence is true. I originally thought it would rain heavily, but I didn’t expect that it would rain heavily. The black clouds only brought a few drops of drizzle and were replaced by sunshine. Although it was not a clear sky, it was enough to change people's mood. I changed my clothes and walked to the street. My yellow leather shoes stepped on the sand of the construction site. Leaving behind a series of deep and shallow footprints, the sand looked golden and dazzling when illuminated by the sun, walking through the city and into the suburbs.

A gust of breeze blew my green wind chime

Spring is a season full of vitality. The grass struggles to poke its head out, and the flowers are still gestating and unwilling to bloom. Show a smile, close your eyes and take a deep breath, feel the sweet air brought by spring, and imagine that you are in a green ocean, with green grass as far as the eye can see. There seems to be a forest in the distance, and children are chasing each other and playing nearby. Lying on the grass, soft and wet. He lifted up a small piece of grass bent by dew with his hand, and gently took off the dew and held it in his palm. Look at your soul through him and give yourself a smile at him.

D. I tell the story of my youth and write a narrative essay of 600 words

I am very happy to have you in my youth.

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The high school entrance examination is over, and I feel both happy and sad. . Looking back on the past three years, we once chased stars together, talked about which teacher was good and which teacher was bad, and talked about male idols together.

My mind is full of our joys, sorrows and joys over the past three years. Thinking of these, I can't help but burst into tears.

I don’t know why, but you are considerate of me, understand me, and are willing to be good friends with me.

The four of us each have our own characteristics and complement each other. Yaoyao is good-looking and cute, and can be very "domineering" at times, while Huihui is very talkative and smart. Ke Ke is also very beautiful and thin, and sometimes very shy. I am responsible for the "bodyguard", and I am also smart and responsible (I feel a little embarrassed to praise myself). In short, the four of us had such a "magical" time playing together

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We met on July 2, the first semester of that year. We were full of vitality at that time.

We were still as pure as a blank sheet of paper. We didn't know each other at that time.

We were forced to go to the playground to pull weeds when school just started. Your first impression of me is

that "female man" who was working hard to pull weeds on the playground. Paper". One semester has passed and we are still just ordinary friends...

In the second year, I sat by the window on 8.3, and when you saw me, you all sat with me by the window.

. Slowly I became each other's best friends. We cried together and laughed together

. I am a very sensitive person and get angry easily on some things, but you are all tolerating me infinitely

Forgive me. I remember that time, the four of us had a fight. Although I have forgotten what we were fighting about, I still remember that I threw away the necklace I bought for my best friend.

Now I'm full of regrets. At that time, we would stop at that intersection every day after school and chat before leaving. At that intersection, we left laughter and secrets... Sometimes I still get angry and jealous for Yaoyao and you from time to time. But now I think about it, it is also a precious memory between us. If I can still be in the same class with you in the future, I would still like it.

In the third year, we were all separated, not in the same class, and we all had our own good friends.

We have changed a lot, but I believe that the relationship between us The bond is still there. We still play with each other from time to time.

The high school entrance examination is over. We may enter different schools or we may go to the same

school, but I still hope that the bond between us can last forever. .

Although we are more or less shy with each other, I want to say to you: "I am very happy to have you in the third year of junior high school. I hope that you will still be there in the future." Support me when I do things, cheer for me! I will cheer for you too! Come on!”

I don’t regret having you in my youth, because I am very happy to have you. , I also learned a lot from you

. Fight hard! Guliang!

E. A 600-word essay on "The Story of My Youth"

When I was young, I wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do all the things I want to do. You don’t have to carry your mother’s nagging and father’s blaming behind your back.

But when I grew up, I had many troubles. As I grow up, my homework gradually increases like a mountain. After school, I didn't dare to play or read my favorite books. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to finish my homework. I could only make my pen squirm on the notebook. When the lights came on, I rode my bicycle and rushed home again. road. The courses also gradually became more arduous. Whenever I go home to review at night, I look at a lot of books and really don’t know which subject I should review. Is it Chinese? Or math? Or geography? Or...

How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while are probably my greatest enjoyments. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to mingle with them! But while I was playing, I thought of my poor homework again, and ended up not being in the mood to play again. How I want to go back to my childhood, throw away the endless worries, and be a carefree child again

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Under the dim lamp, I stared at this cup Tea, the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The slight sweetness in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

The abundance of homework "difficult" and the lack of play, the seriousness of the teacher "suppresses" the lack of laughter, and the heavy pressure "create" us in the dream - growing pains. Opening the thick book of memories, the little thoughts may be some past events that I tirelessly look back on.

When I first arrived, I was a fragile person, and the "enemy" aimed at my "weakness" and fired a shot. The vulnerable me was sacrificed on the "bloody" field. But I stood up again as a person who "sleeps with the light on and reads books, and dreams when the bell rings and memorizes poems." During those years, I was confused in the dark. When I was studying, I would sometimes find a piece of grass that had not yet withered. Sometimes I would be in front of my desk or by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting for their lives. It can only give out the last trace of bright green. What trees are those? I have no way of knowing, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. When my eyes return to the trees, my mood suddenly becomes brighter, the pressure disappears, and I turn to the busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My hard work has defeated worries and everything, making what seems to be the last trace of bright green also emit the same brilliance as midsummer. "Young people don't know the feeling of being annoyed", but if anyone can relax at this turning point of "mountains and mountains and rivers", what is waiting for you is "thousands of miles of swamps and thousands of thorns".

On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "green mountains and clear waters". Do you really want your worries to turn into a wisp of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored and distressed?

If growth is a piece of writing, then trouble is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; if growth is a blank piece of paper, then trouble is a flaw on the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar and seem to have been disturbing us. In the nature of growth, the learning that used to be like a breeze caressing the face has been blown away in the depths of memory by the attack of stormy learning and pressure. .

My hands could no longer feel the temperature of the tea, and the mist that filled the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "suffering with joy" more carefully, taste the pain of growing up, "worry and worry", time also "goes on", and the experience is "more and more", taste the pain again Tea, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the heart...

F. Homework Enters My Youth Essay 600-word Narrative

Life is so beautiful, we have no reason to be unhappy. We don’t have to pursue the so-called success, but we must go Pursue happiness in life, and a person who has a happy mood can say that his life is successful from a certain perspective.

Happiness is a mental journey and a feeling that is understood. Most people are not lacking in Happiness, but happiness is all around us but has not been discovered. We are bent on chasing the crystals on the other side, but we have left the gems of happiness on the road.

Come with me and set off now , the dream has woken up, and the heart is no longer afraid. Let us go together to find the happy ferry, hold a long pole, and walk back to a happier place.

Let me tell you about "Optimism" "The Story of the Explorer"! I think everyone will have some thoughts after reading this short story.

"Suppose you are walking and suddenly fall into a mud pit. When you come out, you become a Dirty clay figure, will you still be happy?" Someone asked the optimist.

"Of course, I will happily think that fortunately I fell into a mud pit instead of a bottomless pit." The optimist replied. .

"If you were dozing off and a person suddenly came and sang in front of you with a very unpleasant voice, would you still be happy?"

"Of course, I will I thought happily, luckily the one howling here is a person, not a wolf." The optimist replied.

"If you were beaten up for no reason, would you still be happy?" The man asked again.

"Of course, I will happily think that fortunately I was only beaten and not killed by them." The optimist replied.

" If you are about to lose your life, will you still be happy?" The man finally asked.

"Of course, I will be happy to think that I have finally completed the journey of life happily. Please let me I will follow death and go to another banquet happily." The optimist still answered optimistically.

Now that the story is over, I believe you must know "how the optimist is 'refined'." Come on! Take a step back, the world is brighter, and happiness will come uninvited. If we can see the positive side of things at any time, where will there be worries? Remember the things that make us happy, then happiness will always be with us. .

Let’s go, hand in hand with youth, with experience, year after year. Let us live each day as ordinary and extraordinary, and let the flying joy affect the wings swaying in the breeze. Youth!

The clouds are flowing in the sky, the luggage is in front of you, there is an endless road to happiness. The green grass on the road is accompanied by youth; the yellow sand is rolling in the distance, connected with maturity.< /p>

Let’s go, don’t dwell on the past anymore, youth also has happiness. Because happiness has entered my youth, do you want to give it a try?

G. Youth is like this A 600-word narrative essay with a wonderful title

The Spring Festival is here again, amidst the cheers of children and the crisp sound of firecrackers in the early morning, it arrives quietly again.

For many children, the arrival of the Spring Festival is a joy. They sing and dance to celebrate their festive day. But for me, the Spring Festival is not so good. The arrival of the Spring Festival does not bring me joy.

Because I am a child from a poor family.

Whenever I wake up in the morning of the Spring Festival, I think: "It would be great if I could get lucky money from my parents unexpectedly in the morning and have a lot of snacks to eat! Whenever I think of this, I couldn't help but jump out of bed, but the ruthless facts had to extinguish the fire of hope in my heart. I had to warn myself again: Stop wishing, you are a child of a poor family. Then, I could only sit silently. At the door, I looked at the happy smiling faces of other children.

Another crisp sound of firecrackers brought me back from the past. Yes, it was time for me to get up, even though I couldn't get my parents' approval. The New Year's money and the dazzling array of snacks were enough, but the bed was still affordable.

I finished washing up very quickly. When I stepped out of the room, the scene in the hall caught my eye. That's right! Those were the snacks that my parents put out, that's right! When I thought of this, my mother came over with a brand new 50 yuan note in her hand and said with infinite care: "Li , Happy New Year, this is your lucky money this year, take it and don’t lose it! "I was immediately stunned. I asked: "Mom, our family situation is not good, what are we doing with the New Year's money? Mom smiled and said, "Silly boy, my family's situation has become much better after the reform and opening up for so long. My parents were sorry for you in the past, but in the future, you don't have to suffer poverty anymore, so you can just take it with confidence." "There are snacks over there, eat more." "I jumped up and down, ran to the snacks, grabbed a big handful, and ate them happily.

I leaned against the door, holding the snacks in one hand, and squeezing the ones my mother gave me with the other. New Year's money, and then looking at the scene of the group of children playing not far away, listening to the adults saying "New Year's fortune" wishes, and hearing the sound of firecrackers one after another, I felt very happy.

Spring Festival Notes

Shopping Craze

The New Year is coming, and everyone is walking around the streets, busy buying New Year’s goods.

There are a dazzling array of goods on the streets and there are many shoppers. There are so many, you see, some ladies are shopping for "New Year's dresses" in the store, surrounded by a group of cute "little angels", laughing and clamoring to buy new clothes and new toys. These mothers were so noisy. The only solution was to put down the clothes I was looking for, and then go shopping with my "babies" for a while before buying more for myself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that your clothes are dirty. "At this time, an apology suddenly came. What happened? It turned out that an uncle had just finished buying fish and accidentally soiled the clothes of several little girls who were buying New Year paintings. "It's okay!" The little girl held it with a smile. The newly selected New Year pictures went into another store. The uncle also walked away laughing.

"Hahaha..." There were bursts of laughter from there...

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New Year's Eve

"Chi, chi, chi-", several flowers bloomed in the sky, and it turned out that several children were setting off fireworks. There was a crisp crackling sound, and the dark sky suddenly became bright. The originally ink-black roof was now clearly visible as if illuminated by bright colored lights, and the mountains in the distance were also faintly discernible with the blooming flowers. Suddenly there was a burst of cheers of surprise. Smiling faces looking up to the sky appeared from time to time. The beautiful scenery in the sky was fleeting, but the surprises on the ground were spreading.

At the round table, eating a steaming reunion dinner, watching the wonderful Spring Festival Gala, and waiting for the arrival of the New Year

Visiting relatives and friends

“Congratulations on getting rich! "A wave of greetings came into my ears. It turned out to be greetings to each other from acquaintances visiting relatives and friends on the road. My friends, on the other hand, went from house to house and visited the west, "I wish you a happy New Year! "I also have more money in my hands, and I even get a lot of cigarettes in my hands. Most of these are given to my father. Sometimes I try to smoke them, but after coughing a few times I have to throw them away. The little girls were whispering together, and the adults were chatting about home affairs together. The old people were watching TV programs in the company of their children. The exciting programs sometimes made the old people understand. Laughing all the time.

The New Year is full of joy, families are reunited, everyone’s face is full of spring breeze, and everyone’s mouth is full of oil...

Happy Spring Festival

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, I am very happy, thinking I could eat delicious meals, fragrant snacks, and get a lot of lucky money. The more I thought about it, the happier I became. I was so excited that I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was the food, snacks, lucky money, and the beautiful new baby. Clothes, cute toys...

On the morning of the Spring Festival, I was the first to jump out of bed, cheer up, stretch my muscles, and then happily call my parents. Dad saw that I was up like this Early in the morning, not to be outdone, I rolled out of bed and got up. My mother and sister also got up one after another. After washing their faces and brushing their teeth, all they could think about was eating to their heart's content! When I thought about eating, I got excited and hurriedly suggested to my parents to make this or that. My mother is the chef of my family, so she, the judge, decided what to eat. My mother said: "I haven't eaten dumplings in a long time. Make some dumplings." Eat it." We all agreed.

After deciding what to do, we divided the labor. Dad made the meat filling, my mother kneaded the dough, and my sister and I boiled water. We all worked very hard. In less than half an hour, the meat filling was ready, the dumplings were ready, and the water was almost boiling. My mother skillfully wrapped the dumplings, and my sister and I also learned to wrap them. I finally made three of them, and I was exhausted. It was really difficult to learn! My mother said: "I was born to do it. How can I learn well if I don't have to endure some hardships and study hard?" I felt a little ashamed after hearing this, so I learned my lesson, raised the sail again, and wrapped it up seriously. It was done a little faster this time. This made me understand a truth: you should study hard.

After about twenty minutes, all the kneaded dough had been made into dumplings, and the water that my sister and I boiled was already pouring into the pot. Mom put the dumplings into the pot and cooked them. My mother also added some seasonings in the middle to make the dumplings more delicious. After about ten minutes, my mother picked up the dumplings, divided them into four bowls, and put some soup in each bowl. As soon as my mother made the soup, I grabbed a bowl and ate it with relish! Because I ate so fast, my tongue was extremely spicy.

We all had our mouths full of oil, and we happily went to watch exciting TV shows.

Ah, what a happy Spring Festival!

This year’s Spring Festival came very early, which seemed to catch people off guard. Just after New Year's Day, the final exam came; just after the final exam, it was actually the Chinese New Year. For our students, the atmosphere of this year's Spring Festival seems to be less intense than in previous years. Because the lingering power of the exam has not dissipated, and it seems that I am still worried about the gains and losses of the exam, I have almost forgotten the lively scene of the past New Year.

Let me think about this time last year. Since all the relatives would gather at my house, my parents got busy early. They both got on their bicycles and went to the market to buy new year's goods together. We have to consider that a group of children will get together and make a lot of noise, so we have to prepare something they like to eat and play with: we also have to think of melon seeds and peanuts that are essential for adults to talk and laugh... In this way, when they come back, the cart basket will be filled with large and small bags.

In an environment where everyone is busy, our desire for the Spring Festival is naturally particularly strong. It’s hard to look forward to New Year’s Eve. Since the afternoon, I have been looking forward to the knock on the door. The first sentence when opening the door must be "I wish you a happy new year and all the best". Gradually, everyone arrived, and the adults chatted around the round table. In normal days, everyone has no time to communicate with each other due to busy work. Now, they all take this opportunity to speak freely. Let’s talk about the work situation in the past year, and share the hardships and emotions in life. There is no gap between them, and they are extremely close to each other.

Being naughty and restless, we are now at home like a duck in water. The adults have their own scope and have no time to care about us, so we just "do whatever we want". We hid in a room and sat on the big bed together. We exchanged interesting stories about school, and from time to time someone would be so amused that he almost fell off the bed. The funny brother's specialty program is to use his unique way to "tutor" English to our younger sisters. Although his teachings are not profound and simple, they are particularly memorable for us.

"It's time to eat..." His father greeted him, and his younger brother quickly jumped to the table and looked at the table of delicious dishes with envy. The adults all said in unison: "I almost forgot this important thing." We also realized that we haven't received the New Year's money yet.

Although we have experienced this tradition for many years, I still feel a little embarrassed to accept the red envelope.

What could be happier than a big family gathering around the table to eat New Year’s Eve dinner together? At this time, the Spring Festival Gala on TV seemed not to be very attractive.

The last program of the year is to set off fireworks to welcome the arrival of the new year. When we walked out of the house, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival seemed to be exaggerated outside, and it became less cold. One after another, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky. We raised our heads and were immersed in this beautiful sky. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!" As we count down together, the New Year finally arrives with our cheers. The joy and joy were beyond words, and everyone smiled and stared at each other in silence.

Recalling last year’s Spring Festival, I seem to be able to feel the special charm of this unique festival. Now, I feel how I felt last year, and I look forward to getting everyone together again.

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H. Write a narrative essay with the theme of "Youth is wonderful because of ___", 600 words

Youth is wonderful because of dreams

The wind chimes of youth open my heart, the flute of youth blows my dreams, the faint fragrance of flowers spreads in the air, and my dreams continue to fly in the colorful world.

Because everyone has a chance to fly in youth, because everyone dreams of flying in the vast nature, because dreams make us have a sense of curiosity and constantly explore its mysteries.

Time is slipping away slowly, let the past pass! Now that I am a ninth-grade student, the door to the high school entrance examination is about to open for us. I must seize this opportunity and never let it slip away from me again. Now I am busy studying. In order to realize my dream, I squeeze in time to review every day. In my spare time, I like to swim in the ocean of books. Isn't it great?

Because of my dream, it allows me to fly in the classical and elegant poetry, savoring the heroic aspirations of "the martyrs are full of ambition in their old age"; sighing that "no one has died in life since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history". Go to charity generously; experience the sudden enlightenment of "the mountains and rivers are no longer doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright in another village", and enjoy the unique beauty of "several early orioles vying for the warm trees, and the new swallows pecking at the spring mud." What a beautiful artistic conception! My heart flew into the distance along with the literary classics.

Because of dreams, it allows me to fly in the graceful and beautiful music. While listening to the beautiful melody, I felt the beauty of nature and the various mysteries of nature: the vast expanse of land, the green grass germinating, and the free-flying birds making sweet chirps, carrying hope. Welcome the arrival of spring. Sometimes the blue waves are rippling, and sometimes the waves are rough, searching and searching, the melancholy strings of the piano pluck out wonderful songs, telling touching stories.

Our youth is wonderful because of our dreams, because I am not afraid of dreams no matter how bumpy or difficult the road ahead is. There is no wall in life that cannot be knocked down, and there is no thorn that cannot be chopped down! As long as we work tirelessly in our own direction, face the storms at any time, and overcome numerous obstacles, you can reach the other side of success.

Good flowers don’t always bloom, good times don’t always last. Everyone has only one youth and only one chance to sow. Let us open our chests, spread our angelic wings, and let our dreams fly further. !

I. Write a 600-word narrative essay titled My Youth With You

On the road of youth, too many thorns grow, and your spirit leads me through the dark and dangerous cliffs. ; On the road of youth, there are too many confusions and confusions, but your strength encourages me to walk out of the mysterious ivory tower; on the road of youth, your strong hands hold the frail me, and we walk with you all the way.

The guiding light on my growth path and the guide on my journey to youth is Yu Qian.

The breeze is blowing and the sunshine is soft. I recited softly, "The willows are thick in the shade, and the water birds are singing, and the bean blossoms are blooming and the wheat seedlings are singing." I embraced this beautiful nature and sentimental era with my young arms. I follow your light footsteps, listen carefully to the pure sounds, and bathe in the leisurely time all over.

You and I rejoice together on the journey of youth.

There was thunder and wind and rain.

You shouted in the storm, "Blow the cypress branches in front of my garden, the tree is strong and not afraid of the wind!" Although the wind bit your bones and the rain was like a mess, you still fearlessly waved your long lapel in your hand and roared to the distant sky: "What will happen if the wind blows on the cypress branches? How long will it last if the north wind blows!" Then you look up to the sky and laugh, laughing at the wind and rain that you don't know what you can do, at those despicable and ignorant villains, and at the drowsy evil court.

You still did not choose to escape, you stood up. He stood up in times of crisis, turned the tide, defended the capital and half of the daimyo, and saved the lives of countless civilians.

You are my role model in youth. You tell me with your actions: don’t give up easily, and always be brave and strong. Even if you are defeated, you must still firmly believe that "the spring breeze is not far away, it is only at the east end of the house." Yes! The spring breeze is not far away, and victory is ahead. On so many nights of confusion and frustration, you wiped away my tears and brought the bright dawn of tomorrow.

On the journey of youth, you and I are looking forward to it together.

The fabricated charges pushed you ruthlessly to Xingtai. You still maintain your calm demeanor, overlooking the land in front of you that has been watered with life and blood, and overlooking the countless living things that you have defended to the death.

You held your head high and remained silent. You did not shed a single tear, because a righteous hero has no tears.

You have been poor all your life, but you have always maintained your integrity in poverty.

You hold a high position, but you care about the country, care about the people, and are honest and upright.

Cut off the butcher knife! Cut it down! I have never been afraid! Never lowered your head!

"Thousands of hammers have been made in the mountains, and the fire is burning like nothing. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in the world!" This is the portrayal of your life.

, reading your "Song of Lime" over and over again, your appearance gradually emerges in my mind. There is strength written between the brows, eyes full of righteousness, tall and straight body, and the corners of his clothes are fluttering in the wind.

With your company, I will be more determined and brighter on the road to youth. Yu Qian, I will always have you as my companion in my youth, and you will always be with me!