Remember my different youth

When it comes to youth, there will always be a vivid picture: a group of happy big children, innocent and smiling. Where are their people, where laughter and laughter will appear, and where the atmosphere will change with them. Their vitality, their fearlessness, infects everyone around them. "Young is so good!" This sigh contains a lot of envy of their youth and helplessness and sigh to their old age.

I have had such a flying youth, but my youth is somewhat different.

It is an era when material life is very scarce, and the material life that is seriously deprived also greatly limits and affects people's spiritual life. Fortunately, when I was wearing my sister's old patched old clothes, I had a gleaming emblem on my chest. At that time, I was reading the third day.

Meng Jie, then secretary of the branch of my forest farm, is a very young and literary cadre. He often organizes young people, including students like me, to carry out various activities. No loudspeakers, no sound, no prizes, not even a decent event room. We sometimes borrow conference rooms in the forest farm, movie screening rooms, and school classrooms, and even in the home of Meng Shuji to carry out various activities. Sometimes everyone squats on the bandits, writes a speech on a kerosene lamp, and writes a meeting slogan. Of course, most of these high-tech jobs are from the hands of Meng Shuji. We sing, blow the harmonica, recite poetry, and the enthusiasm is very high. Under the leadership of Meng Shuji, the Youth League Branch has become the sustenance of all of us, and it gives us the feeling of being at home.

During the annual forest fire prevention period, we will hold small flags made by ourselves, walk the streets and alleys in the windy days, and shout slogans in unison to remind people to prevent problems before they happen.

Sometimes, we will also rush to a certain festival, hand a big banner, and come to the corner of the mountain, looking for a piece of paper hidden in the middle of the hillside or grass, branches and branches. article. This kind of game is called "finding treasure." The so-called "treasure" is the student equipment such as "rubber, ruler, and field font" written on the note. The person who finds the note can use the object above to exchange the object with the organizer of the event.

Later, we also went to the homes of several “five-guarantee households” in the forest farm to help them clean the glass, sweep the yard, chop the firewood, and pick the water. I remember that there was a little foot in Grandma, always eager to take out the peanuts that were very rare at that time for us to eat - that is the best snack we can't see.

In this kind of activity, we slowly understood: We are members of the Communist Youth League, an assistant and reserve army of the Communist Party of China. I gradually learned that there is an unshirkable responsibility on our shoulders. It was then that a beautiful moment and aspirations grew in our hearts and gradually took root. At the same time, this beautiful ambition and desire, and turned into an ideal, it allows us to have a direction in the years that need to work hard.

Since then, my youth has been full and full, and although it is bitter, it is filled with a different kind of fragrance.

My youth, because of the ideal wings, allowed me to fly freely among the vast world. My youth is a poem, and it is always beautiful. It is also a song, agile and bright. It is a picture, colorful, but poetic.

Whenever I see the young children who are now flying young, I always think of the youth I have lost. Compared with them, I may know how to do it earlier than them, but their knowledge and application of modern high-end technology, but It is beyond our reach. It is just a group of powerful forces like them that promote the progress and development of society. Their youth is burning. They are the real hopes of our future.