Youth is like a dream, the years are like a song

Youth is like a dream, and years are like songs.

- Feeling the life of the country

When the stars are still dancing in the night, the dawn has come quietly; when the clouds are still floating, the sun has sown gold; when we are still playing endlessly, the time has slipped away... In this way, it will still be in the future. Saying "Goodbye" to childhood, I set foot on the train in the country, and in a blink of an eye, I will arrive at the station -

The years are the quiet fall of the sky, although it is only a moment, but it shows the most beautiful arc; time is a naughty elf, taking away the companionship and accompanying, but leaving the most beautiful memories!

Close your eyes -

Under the clear blue sky, we grow together, the passage of time, and take away our childhood. The middle of the country is a wonderful time. As in the bud of life, many things are quietly growing. Because of youth, the heart is clean and beautiful, some are ideals, some are passions, and the childishness and sorrow of the past are in the water. Under the waves gently passed away, and the laughter and laughter left behind are long-lasting in the depths of memory. When memories are waiting, flooding the dust, dust splashing, if the memory can be forgotten, how many people will forget this dreamy youth, this beautiful three-year life!

Looking up -

The dream of flying, telling our story, that smile is sweet, bitter; success, failure; frankness, helplessness... no beautiful process, how can there be a perfect ending! I still remember that the first time I went to the podium, I was excited, nervous, and excited. I remember that the tears after leaving the stage of the art show in the summer were touched, experienced, and treasured; remember, in the student union. The busyness and sweat in the work are persistence, experience, and harvest; remember... happy, sad, and let us remember: the twists and turns of these three years have witnessed our growth, on the curve of life. We are working hard, there is a loss, there is a loss, the wind of the ear tells me gently: When winter arrives, will spring be far behind?

Looking at the piles of books that are about to be buried on the desk, time flies around and lives back to the country. The scenes are so real and clear, it seems to happen yesterday, if not personally, how can you believe this time? As you pass by, how can you feel that youth is like a dream from these three years, and the years are like songs!

Crying, laughing, running in obstinacy in youth, passing the first and second day, some people said that the third day is black, the taste is boring, and the disappointment is obtained; some people say that the third day is golden, experience It is enrichment, and it is hope; others say that the third day is painful, full of exams, full of competition and strangle... I have to say that after the third day, everything is a kind of experience, black , golden, painful... why not? This kind of life in the country is not very beautiful, and such youth is not a little crazy!

For the ultimate dream, I have paid all the sweat and tears that I can pay. If the bright horizon of June can come, I am praying! ~~

Tiemin Middle School, Dongshi Town, Pingyuan County, Meizhou City, Guangdong Province, the third day: 16 years old, early morning