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Junior high school youth composition 800 words

Youth

If life is a book, then the days of youth are the most beautiful color pages in the book; if life is a play, then the days of youth are the most wonderful scene; if life is a special journey from birth to death, then with youth, we can see the most beautiful scenery along the way.

Life is 15.67, what a beautiful rainy season! We are no longer naughty, but learned to be a steady self. We no longer want to be as delicate as a child, but learn to be a bearable self. We don't cry for a doll, we don't cry for a little thing. In the days of youth, we all learned the courage of young workers and how to love.

We have grown up, but I don't know when we learned silence and melancholy. We often sit alone in front of the window, looking at the tall buildings and the blue sky in the distance, recalling the wonderful or flat scenes that happened around us, and recalling our own past. When we are worried, maybe we can not say a word to others all day. We seem to feel the loneliness and sadness of adults. We only think and remember, in the feeling of youth brings us a little bitter

At the age of 15, 67, we adore the chic of pop singers and the crazy of rock singers; we like da. The vivid images of things in fenqi's works praise the abstract works of Picasso; we are indignant at the injustice in the world, and we are moved by the little true feelings in the world; we used to weep silently for Lin Daiyu's tragic fate in the cold night, and we were also intoxicated by the beloved Xi Murong Young people may be like this: our hearts are full of passion, but they also show a little calm from time to time, and there is a little sentimentality in the activity

Young, we long for true friendship, but also long for a little love and warmth from relatives and friends. When you are indifferent and helpless at the joint of wind and rain, do you want to have a small umbrella on your shoulder? When you are most sad, are you eager for a few sincere and warm words? When you are lonely and lonely, you suddenly receive a letter from a distant friend. Do you really understand that "there is a bosom friend in the sea, and the ends of the world are like neighbors"? I once doubted the saying that "there is no feast that never ends". But when my classmates and friends of several years were around the corner, I really understood the meaning of this sentence.

Life 15, 67, what a beautiful time, let's all cherish. With the youth of the day, we do not let it at a loss and ignorance in the past!

Sigh, youth!

2 youth

Early in the morning, the sun gently through the window, shining on the table, pen There is a little crack in the window. The warm spring breeze is everywhere, with the fragrance of earth. The new shoots tell a story of a new life. The new leaves outside the window still have the traces of last night's moon. The crystal dewdrops are teetering on the young leaves. They seem to want to drink enough greedily. My mother holds me fat and holds my fat hand, pointing to the new world for me. I use my naive vision to install the fantasy world. I kiss the dewdrop in my mother's arms, and she tells me germination

I put on the clothes that my mother just sewed and mended, and ran out all of a sudden. With a few little friends, I ran and jumped, playing fun with the wind and writing beautiful music for us. I pointed to the bird's nest in the tree and exclaimed in surprise. My little friend and I, you push me, I push you, scrambling to climb up, "tear..." Clothes and cut a big hole, but I did not care to continue to climb, suddenly a small partner exclaimed: "I got the nest!" Then hands down, hands down. A few birds inside are so cute. They chirp and look at us with novel eyes. We also look at them with novel eyes. I want to feel something and say aloud, "let them go back to their mother." A word mildly played out - growth

In front of a clamor, I stood on the track of the sports meeting, feeling the heartbeat of running, the final finals will start, I think the opponent has a good smile. The sound of the gun, with deafening cheers, for a moment, as if everything is nothing, only the passion of running and the desire of the end. The track printed my footprints one by one, and the photos shuttled back and forth at that time left several people's dreams and challenges to life. Footprints told me about vitality

On rainy days, he and I weighed an umbrella together for the first time. The umbrella is not big, but the world under the umbrella is very warm. Hand in hand, through the three, one by one fairy like rain, drops into a wonderful movement, the room is beating notes. Clouds cover the sky, angels can't see between the family. At present, an old man who was all wet appeared in front of him. He held my hand tightly and gave the umbrella to the old man. When I came near the rain curtain, the rain was very warm. They told me that I was mature

I'm old at last, no longer kissing dew, no longer climbing trees to look for bird's nest, no longer running, no longer getting wet, I can only sit quietly in the rocking chair, with the memory of presbyopic glasses, taste a cup of thick tea, and enjoy it. The children let the shouting come and shove the sugar into my mouth

I savor the taste of this sugar: germination, growth, vigor, maturity, this is my youth.

3 youth

I fell in love with coffee unconsciously. At first, it wasn't because of the special taste of coffee. Just because with the growth of my school age, I don't know where I came from. As a result, the bagged Nestle coffee and exquisite coffee cup appeared on my desk. Occasionally, I watched the brown liquid whirled by stirring, and the fine powder rolled in it, and then slowly melted into a part of this cup of brown liquid, just like the youth burning in junior high school.

I brew coffee in a cup, just as I brew my youth in my junior high school life. What do we gain?

A cup of brewed coffee, just at the beginning of the mouth, is a kind of bitter and astringent. This taste is as bitter as we can often experience in junior high school life. In the face of my parents' expectation of Jackie Chan, I have more heart than strength. Looking at the report cards, my self-confidence is always damaged. What I can do is just to look at the distant stars, send out a trace of subtle exclamation, blindfold those eyes that are increasingly nearsighted with the growth of school age, and hope that the transcripts are just a nightmare. However, when I opened my eyes again, I still saw the nightmarish report card. The corner of my mouth started an arc less than 10 degrees. It was a standard wry smile, with a trace of self mockery and remorse. Some people might shout "laugh up to the sky, go out, my generation is not Penghao people" to comfort themselves, but I stayed quietly in the corner and slowly diluted that trace The bitterness of silk.

The bitterness of coffee slowly faded, I tasted the full mouthful of mellow. Youth gradually in the fermentation, emitting a faint aroma. In these colorful years, our life is like a short but brilliant philosophical poem. In a corner of the classroom, we can hold a book and quietly taste the fragrance of Chinese characters. When our thoughts pass through the books in front of us, through the classroom, and come to the fragrant countryside, we can only feel that the years are like this kind of landscape painting. When we draw in the thick place, we will encounter the trouble of overlapping. However, when we draw in the light place, we can savor our youth carefully, follow the rhythm that only belongs to us, roam freely in this world full of youth, and also learn The world of hard work, farming out a harvest of joy.

Youth is a cup of coffee in junior high school. After tasting the heavy bitterness, you will get the refreshing fragrance. Act quickly, let our youth live more fully!

Rebellious youth

Youth is like the most brilliant flower in life, short and beautiful, the arrival of youth, let me have a little rebellious. Want to stop, quietly taste its fragrance; want to pass in a hurry, escape that rebellious guilt

——Preface

Golden moonlight from the window into my room, quiet, people have entered a sweet sleep, only I, lying in bed, tossing, unable to sleep, a whole day's feelings are looming in my mind, thoughts.

Many people say that youth is the flower of life and the best time in life. But why in this day-to-day life, youth to my beautiful but unsatisfactory? Why do I always feel that I have become a little disobedient? Is it because of me? Do you understand? It's because I am in a dream. How can I know everything before I wake up and the flowers wither?

Campus is the place where I read poems and books, where I face challenges and forge ahead bravely, and where I can't and dare not heart to heart.

It is said that there are many rights and wrongs in the girl circle. I want to protect myself and I don't want to get involved in any dispute, but I have become the focus of discussion for no reason. I don't want to explain too much. I'm afraid that the more I explain, the more misunderstandings I may have. I even learned to rebel, and I would fight against them in everything. Although they were many and powerful, my little gang would never admit defeat to them. We gradually changed from petty opinions behind to face-to-face quarrels. Even in class, we began to be presumptuous. The old teacher also learned about the disputes between us. After several profound conversations, we were indifferent, Teachers can only be speechless.

In this short three years, I want to make many good friends, but I'm afraid that I can't get the sincerity of my friends. Does everyone have to be hypocritical to make friends who are sincere in appearance and false in reality? I don't need it.

False friendship, always let me disgust, I began to rebel against that false friendship.

Home is a safe haven, warm and solid. However, when I entered my youth, my diary was peeked and my parents didn't admit it, which made me feel very dangerous. It was like that my side was full of high-voltage electricity, I wanted to escape every day, and I felt uneasy every day! So, I learned to rebel, everything, as long as my parents intervene, I will go against it, every time I talk, I argue endlessly, even if it is unreasonable, I will not bow to admit defeat, parents angry, I also mean that they are wrong, but I will not admit my mistake to them, apologize. Is this treason? Sometimes I always indulge in confusion

If youth is like a dream, what about rebellion?

If treason is like a dream, what about youth?

When I wake up, I know everything.

Youth is the right day

"An inch of time is an inch of gold. An inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." Perhaps it is this sentence that makes people know how to cherish the beautiful years of youth. Do more. Youth is the day, there is nothing can not.

I once said that there is nothing wrong with being young. Indeed, there is still a lot we can do. We don't have to run away from difficulties. Instead, we have to go forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties, because youth is just the day. When I was a child, I didn't dare to speak in class, and I didn't dare to express my opinions. I was afraid that some mistakes would be criticized by the teacher, and I couldn't imagine the vision of my classmates at that time