Waiting for wasting youth

We are still young and do not know the preciousness of time. Time is gone forever. "Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle." Only those who know how to cherish time know the preciousness of time. Only then do they know how to use these limited time to do something meaningful for the society, no, Do something meaningful for the world. In this pale world, leave a trace of a gossamer.

Whether you are a cleaner on the street, a writer, or a teacher... they all bring hope to the world. The cleaner used his broom to sweep the fallen leaves under the mangrove trees. He saw that the red mangrove tree was transformed into a piece of red leaves to protect it, and it could grow so lush. It really confirms Gong Zizhen’s saying that “the red is not a ruthless thing, it turns into a spring mud and protects the flowers.” The writer fought a life with a pen. Your work is good or bad, as long as you write it with your heart, you can stay. At the very least, you know that there is such a novel in the world that I wrote. Listen, that burst of reading, is the teacher is teaching us the flowers of the future motherland, that a loud reading, when their career is successful, they will not forget, there is such a teacher taught us.

"Tomorrow's Day, how many tomorrows will be! Days will be tomorrow, and the world will be awkward. Everyone is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be endless. The morning faint will flow east, this ancient yo-yo will fall. Can you be a hundred years tomorrow? Please listen to me. Tomorrow's song." This is the famous poet Wen Jia, written "Tomorrow Song", one tomorrow and then one tomorrow, how much tomorrow is! But if a person's life is spent waiting, then he will spend his time and nothing will happen. If people in the world are shackled by tomorrow, year after year, the time flies, and the next year will come unconsciously. In the morning, I watched the river flow eastward, watching the sunset in the evening, doing nothing during the day. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my tomorrow song. The poet uses plain and fluent language to understand the words of the words to persuade people to cherish the time, not to waste their time, no waste.

Classmates, let us study together. In this pale world, leave traces of gossamer so that tomorrow is not empty.

Sixth grade: Zhao Boxiang