Youth spent in struggle

The pen sketches his feelings.

It was a bright spring, with endless enthusiasm. All of a sudden, he was a public figure, and the spring could not help but spill on his face. He was willing to leave the book buried in the bookcase. Young and vigorous, he shouted to the sky and called to the sea. The owner stuffed a piece of hope and threw him away. The rest of the road was slowly explored by himself. I have been kept at home for a long time, and I don’t know about the changes in the outside world. Curious, he has never seen such a spectacular sea, and he does not believe that he is now swimming in the sea. He releases his hands and is unconstrained. It seems that every sea is fresh. In his spare time, he must also squat in the sky. He is saying that fate changes because of me. Proud, he let the wind blow his head helplessly, hoping to wake him up. He dismissed him, still showing his brilliance, and still marching forward with his chest.

Anything that is wide, once it faces the sea, will lose all his previous arrogance, and time will not be spared in front of the sea. The vast sea devours everything in the whirlpool. He seems to be exhausted, but because he took a break, because of this only relaxation, he was overwhelmed by the ruthless whirlpool. When he woke up again, he did not know the direction. He was no longer arrogant, he did not dare. Looking up at the sky, silently bowed his head and drifted. The wind map cheered him again, slamming his lost face, and the missing sun was helplessly chasing his back. For a time, giving up means failure, and the way home is also ruthlessly ruined by the sea. The road ahead is long, and he seems to have some more sorrow.

In the autumn of that year, the biting ice water made him curl up in the corner. He knew what he was doing. He knew that as soon as he stopped his pace, the endless cold would fall and he moved little by little. The wind intends to help him, increase the power, and the sun will help him to get rid of the cold with only a little bit of light. It’s really beautiful, and there’s a drift bottle in front of you. He understands that there has been a partner who has been moving forward. When he swam to the side of the bottle and found that he was completely wrong, the bottle was just annoyed. He wanted to say something good to enlighten him, but he was interrupted by the bottle when he opened his mouth. The bottle stared at him with suspicion. The bottle asked if you had a rapid current. Have you ever encountered a whirlpool? You have encountered a reef. Do you have anything that can be worthy of comforting others? My experience is cruel than ten. Next, there was endless complaints. He was already tired and quietly left. He understood that he would only complain and complain, and he could not succeed in his whole life. He still embarked on his path.

It’s been a few quarters, he’s been tempered, and the drifting bottles on the same road are not as fast as half of him. Just as he was about to log in to the other side, suddenly there was a huge wave that stunned him on the beach, and Huang Sha buried him. After a few winds and rains, he has tasted all the sufferings. He understands the true meaning of success. He knows that one wants to succeed, and the fate wants to torture you. Even if you are close to success, fate must find ways to make you all white.

It was a bright spring. The adults took the children to the beach to play. The children were all happy. He listened carefully to the cheers of the children. He was tired and finally had to rest. He struggled all his life. The youth is buried in the struggle, he began to envy the children, can be free, not angry for the world, not in the ugly struggle. Time is really ruthless, taking away everything he has, and his beautiful youth has sacrificed to accommodate the success of his life.

Finally, at dusk, an old man came to the beach to watch the sunset. The sunset was beautiful. The golden glow of the sea adorned the sea, and the old man sighed endlessly. When he sat down, he discovered the vicissitudes of the drifting bottle. He slowly reached over and picked up the drift bottle. The old man opened the bottle and took out the piece of paper. The paper had become yellow and yellow, but the clear handwriting had not been forgotten. After struggling for a lifetime, the old man shed tears silently, holding him tightly, and old friends, reunited.

Youth is a glaring word. When you are young, you forget your wishes. When you are old, you can think back and remember.

Anhui Huai'nan Xiejiaji District Huai'nan City Xiejiaji District Gudui Huizu Township Middle School First Day: Sun Jingwen