That year, youth

The autumn in Beijing seems to have come earlier, a breezy past, and the leaves dance with it. I sat on the lawn of the university campus and looked at the people coming and going on campus. Their youthful and energetic smiles reminded me of the fragments I used to...

That year, it was youth; in that year, a group of like-minded teenagers met; that year, we ran together for our dreams...

In the summer of that year, I dragged a small suitcase into the city and looked at the three golden characters - "One City" was not excited, because I struggled for three years, I finally With its excellent results, it has entered it. But I know that this is just the starting point of dreams. Here, I will bring my dreams to reality.

I used to be a top student in a township middle school. I used my own sweat to prove my ability, and I thought I was no worse than other key middle school students. But when I walked into the city campus, I found out that I was small. The students here are from different schools, but there is no doubt that they are the top students of all schools and the elite of the city. When I stood with them, the poor family, the Mandarin with a dialect accent, I felt inferior. It seems that this youth, only the whitened jeans and a plain school uniform.

The time drifted away and the distance slowly pulled away. After several exams, my rankings were all in the middle of the class. The ones that were full of forks didn't hurt my final self-esteem. I ran into the rain and raised my head forty-five degrees to let my sorrow go with the rain. At the same time, I met them in the same situation, so we met, accompanied, and struggled for our dreams. In our belief, we have not failed. Even if our youth is just a plain school uniform, we can let it have a different story.

The same family is poor, and the same is the end of the world, so we are ready to start together. We have developed a study plan, get up at six o'clock every day, then recite words, read English texts, then how to review mathematics, physics... We monitor each other, just for our dreams that seem to be away from us. Every morning, the sound of the alarm is filled with ears, and every night, the mathematical formula is accompanied by sleep. Youth, if we don't struggle, we are afraid that it will die too early...

That classroom, the row of tables and chairs witnessed our efforts as time, perhaps our sweat finally came into effect. The dream of going far away is waving my right hand and coming to us. Again and again, the progress of the times, and finally, we took back our honors - at the top of the list, we can finally smile. But we also know that our achievements come from our efforts, and even if we do, we cannot give up.

The old class said that learning did not do its best, and some just went all out. If you didn't run out of sweat, don't complain about the pain and tiredness of learning. So we don't pay attention to the so-called bitterness and tiredness, and go all out. It seems that whether or not the other side of the dream can be reached is irrelevant to us. All we have to do is to go all out.

Youth, never before, our sweat is only to bloom in the water of youth. After a short and long June, I walked into this key university and they entered the ideal university. When we got the notice, we just looked at each other and laughed. In laughter, there are all our inexhaustible words...

The autumn in Beijing seems to be a little cooler, and this university in Beijing will be my next starting point, let me move forward for my next goal. This cool breeze will accompany me.

Youth, who does not struggle? It is like a summer flower-like season, only sweat can make it more beautiful.

Youth, dreams, I will always struggle.........