Youth story

Category: Narrative

Youth story

Youth, wave,

Youth is destined to be extraordinary, even if the most obedient child walks there, he can't help but try to get the feathers that are getting fuller. We thought that the wings on the back could fly, and when we were managed, we fought back.

On the physics class, the teacher talked on the podium and the blackboard was quickly filled. As soon as he waved his hand, the class representative went up to wipe the blackboard. The formula full of articles was immediately diverted into the nostrils from the eyes. I really wanted to cough twice for the class. I was tired, stretching my limbs, just leaning back, the girl sitting behind kicked my chair legs impatiently. It must be that my actions violated her territory, and there is no way. I am so tall, I can’t be too wronged. I continue to stretch. "Hey," she played harder, and the classmates next to me heard it. "Hey, we usually have a good relationship. Sometimes she still cooks for me. Why don't you compete with me today!" The more I want to be more angry, "So many students look at it, can't let her take care of me." Yes, treat her well."

My teacher asked the classmates to do the exercises. I bent down and tied the laces of the girls in the back to my chair legs. Let's be honest, see you kick me. I fell on the table and began to work hard. The girl behind suddenly found herself being shackled, cocked her legs, and couldn’t make it. The classmates around me finished writing and looked up to see her misery and snickered. I don't know what to do, concentrate on listening. "You give me a break." She whispered. I didn't listen to her words, and I didn't know what to do. "Come on, untie." She kicked my chair in a hurry. I ignored it. "Give me a break!" I heard her pleading in her tone. This is almost the same, performance can still be considered. I glanced back at her and bowed to her shoelaces.

Suddenly, the teacher uploaded the teacher and asked him harshly. "The classmates behind you, stand up! What are you doing?!" I was surprised and stood up and answered "Nothing." "I saw you touch the legs of the female classmate, you still Say nothing?!" When the time came, the air seemed to solidify. The whole class’s eyes hit me like a bunch of chasing light, and the physics teacher was pale and pale. I stared at him coldly, "No!" "I can't admit it. In the face of the class, you don't have to explain." I glanced back and the girl was flushed and stunned to avoid the eyes of everyone. The truth of the matter, she knew in her heart, the classmates at the meeting also saw clearly, but at this time they were scared to speak out. Well, since no one dares to stand up and say something fair, I will finally argue that "no!" "You go out!" The teacher opened the door of the classroom. I went out without going back. There was a buzz behind him.

I am jealous in the woods, resentful teachers who are angry and angry, and classmates who dare not speak. But it was a little prank, what did he think of? ! It was getting late, a cool breeze blew, and the leaves creaked. I slowly calm down. I used to like physics teachers. The lectures are vivid and even humorous, but today he is unreasonable. It’s so mad and ridiculous that he is so angry. Should I go to class tomorrow? If you go to face teachers and classmates? If I don't go, where should I go to pass the time?

Being cranky, the physics teacher suddenly appeared in front of me. "You can find you!" He rolled up his sleeves and wiped his sweat on his head. My heart is softer and I still haven't spoken. "The classmates told me that I was wrong." I stared at the teacher with wide eyes, not believing that he would admit mistakes to me. He took out a bottle of yogurt from the bag. "Don't eat it, drink it." I took the yogurt and didn't move. "Your seat is crowded, I told the class teacher to change it for you." The physics teacher patted me on the shoulder. It seems that not only did the students tell the truth, but even the girl explained the situation for me. Recalling that she was ashamed and scared at the time, I really couldn’t think of how courage she had done. "Teacher, I also have something wrong. I shouldn't have fun with my classmates. I should listen to it." I lowered my head. "Okay, go back to class and be honest. Go home!" The teacher accompanied me out of the woods.

I trotting all the way, the troubles disappeared. The sun shines on me, everything seems to be gold-plated, gentle and clear. Looking back, the teacher is waving at me. Like the calm waters, the waves are swaying, and this is what it is, and tomorrow will be a new beginning. Youth, there is no way to go.

Youth and confusion -

The young man’s heart is eager to fly, bravely trying to stimulate the paraglider and the Ferris wheel. After that, he proudly announced, “I have experienced the feeling of flying!” Yes, we have experienced the flight, but we have not yet flown.

The midterm exam was over and the results were as bad as I expected. This is normal and somewhat unexpected. Normally, I have not been listening in class for a long time. The novels in the desk are far more interesting than the teacher's handouts. The important thing is that I just don't want to listen, and I can't listen. Unexpectedly, after all, I fell into the top ten from the top five. But I am not not smart. Recently hooked on billiards, I found myself very talented in calculating the angle of the goal and the accuracy of the shot. If it weren't for the blank work papers that looked at me like a white-eyed eye, I really wanted to practice from the afternoon to the evening in the billiard hall. Since I pulled down a new and old golfer, I thought confidently, maybe I am the next Ding Junhui.

The grade director asked me to talk, in addition to persuasion, or to persuade. I said that I know what I am doing, and I am not wasting my IQ. Interest is the best teacher, I will never be desperate for myself, I am not so vulnerable. It is said that the top teachers in the middle of the country are one-on-one. I don't know where the "just" speech comes. In short, I don't want to learn better than me. You can rest assured that I am self-disciplined and will not learn badly.

"Who said that you have tested?" The teacher suddenly looked at me with a smile. This time it’s my turn to be awkward. "This midterm exam is the school's own question, and I judged myself. I asked, your class is an intern teacher to help me with the judgment, political and Chinese, he is ambiguous. You answered your own thoughts, although you can't get full marks, I am sure that I will not be deducted. If you count, you are still in the top 20 in the class." What? ! I have almost found the future of "brightness" for my broken cans. Is it still so suitable for reading? No work is a medium-to-high grade. If I look at the book a little, it will be fine. "Attention, after the text of the liberal arts, the answer is out of the circle. Let's go, I will go to class first." The grade director is always amiable.

I am standing on the steps of the teaching building. Going down is my "natural" billiard hall; going up is my class for learning. I thought about it, and it is a little easier to study than to become Ding Junhui. So I took a step up.

In the final exam, my grade is the fifth in the year. This is normal and unexpected. Normally, I was originally a student who was suitable for reading. Unexpectedly, I asked the internship teacher naughtyly. "You should have experience in this judgment!" "What? When did I judge the paper?" The intern teacher asked me. For a moment, I understand that the director of the grade is indeed one of the best teachers. He knows more about my future of "brightness" than myself.

I am eager to be as free as the wind, but I see chaos, forget where I am from, where to go. Between persistence and confusion, ambiguity and advancement, struggle and waiting, youth is worth the experience.

Youth, shining -

When I was a child, photographers always put a variety of toys to attract children's eyes and teased him. Growing up, for the sake of ideals, I kept the long night and gave the stars a clear picture.

In my spare time, I participated in the Astronomical Group of the Science and Technology Museum. Unfortunately, the task of learning is heavy now, and the teachers rarely organize observations. At the end of the period, it is easy to get a chance to go to the suburbs. I am determined to make a proud work, and I will not lose to my brother and sister.

After rushing to dinner, I couldn’t take a break and went to the mountains to grab the favorable terrain. I set up the telescope, attached the camera, and hoped that the night would come soon. In a short while, other students went up the mountain and each supported the guy. The sunset exits simply, the night of the mountain "calls" come, and the stars and moons appear. We use the weak light of the flashlight to adjust the polar axis, guide the star, track, and get busy.

Tonight, my mission is to shoot the moon's Sunday movement. It is not easy to say that astrophotography is not easy. It is a wild mountain, and it is next to the camera. It is a few hours at a stop. Pressing the shutter exposure every once in a while, you can't make a mistake, or you will lose it. And because we like it, we feel bitter.

At the beginning of the day, everyone talked about laughing and laughing, and they went back to the camp to sleep in the middle of the night. There were fewer and fewer people around. The surroundings were dark and quiet, and I was struggling and confused. And my photo needs me to stick to at least four in the morning. I was so sleepy that I was struggling, and I thought that it was broken. It was easy to take advantage of the time and place, but I didn’t expect that I would not give it. "Tired, I will sing with you!" The voice of a girl came from her, my astronomical group, along the way, she was like a happy bird. "I am not afraid of the wind in the stars..." "I shot the moon." I corrected. "I am looking up, above the moon..." I was teased by her alert reflection. In the silent night, the crisp singing is like a fireball that crosses the sky, let me cheer up. "Look! Fireflies!" she cried cheerfully. A shining bug was flying through the grass. "I will catch it for you!" "Can't run!" She reminded me, "When you run, it will affect the photo." Fortunately, she reminded me to stop immediately. "Let's take a look at it. There are stars on the head, stars around, how beautiful!" The girls looked up at the stars. "And there." I said. "Where?" she asked. "In your eyes." She grinned.

Someone is companion, time flies. Finally, I looked at the watch and pressed the shutter the last time. "Rework!" I shouted. She leaned against my shoulder and yawned "No electricity."

One day after a few months, the astronomical group teacher called and our astrophotography was awarded. I saw my certificate hanging in the honor room, juxtaposed with the brothers, and her sweet voice was heard in her ear. Youth, isn't that the brightest star in the night sky?

Third day: xiaoyi5511