Miss the lost youth

Youth is an imaginary world. Expand your own thinking and soak up the sun to the fullest. Whenever you stand on the roof in the morning and watch the new sun shine warmly from the east, it swayes the earth and never asks for anything from human beings. Just blindly paying. This is also what we want. A new beginning of the day will make me more enthusiastic about new things. Every day I set out towards my dream. Whether it is failure or success, I will smile and say to myself, Come on, do not give up. It's my dreams that keep me alive every day, morning and evening.

Seeing those young figures walking with wind and vigor, I can't help but miss my youth. Youth is like a dream, both real and illusory, intoxicating, with joy and regret, sweetness and pain.

I remember racking my brains to wear a pair of stylish flared trousers and carrying a Sanyo tape recorder with four speakers. The superficial purpose of life once bound our young minds, impetuousness made us unable to recognize the reality, our profligacy made us feel that everything was indifferent, our reckless actions made us once unable to see ourselves, our youth was in chaos And the blind was squandered by himself little by little.

I once traveled far in a winter with a cold wind, packed my bags and walked out of my familiar home, far away from the mountain that gave birth to me and raised me, and went to a strange place to make a living, hoping that through my own struggles, I would create a brilliant future. life, and then homecoming. However, the once lofty sentiments were overshadowed by setbacks in the cruel real life. In the end, they had to return to their hometown with an empty suitcase and a lonely mood. Thinking about it now, I feel that although youth needs dreams, we should abandon arrogance and stubbornness, and need clear goals and firm confidence.

Opened the album of youth, looked at the familiar faces of the young, and the warmth slowly rose in my heart. The years of being a lumberjack in the deep mountains are particularly unforgettable. In order to win the pacesetter chartered car group, all six of us in the group wanted to go to one place and worked hard for more than three months. We finally won it at the end of the year. The certificate wears a red flower. Today, those close friends from those days are long gone, their bright smiles remain on the yellowing album, and the unforgettable past events remain in my memory. The ingredients contained in this memory are no longer as simple as they were in the past, but the sober thoughts on the youthful years are full of mixed flavors.

When I miss my youth, I no longer like to be comforted by those sad love songs, and those sad words no longer flow on the pen. We no longer have any pain in the experience of various failures such as lost love and failed entrepreneurship in our youth. We are used to saying that A little pain is nothing, and I have tasted the stubborn meaning of starting all over again. Youth is not only used to miss, but also used to summarize and comprehend.

Youth is only once, and life is only once. Looking at the countless men and women around me, and counting down the feelings that the countless men and women around me have performed, I have to hold a long sigh. In the years like flowers and the youth like dreams, what have we done, what have we remembered, in the impetuous world, in the annihilated and displaced past, is there still such pride, such sincerity, such a song and cry?

I miss my youth so much, and I miss the past when we played together in the mountains and beside ravines and streams. I miss the group of playmates who are the same size as me, who are just as naughty, who are equally competitive, and who are equally moody. In the ups and downs of life, have you all gone smoothly? Although you will occasionally get angry and bicker at that time, but when you turn around, you are still the most brilliant smile and the closest friend.

Thoughts go so far between the lines in an instant. It seems that our youth is still pacing in this gradual spring, and now we have to repaint the eyebrows and makeup after a busy day, and recharge to meet the challenges that come tomorrow. But life is like this, even if you stop and linger, time will still carve you into a piece of historical dust in the time and space that drifts away.

In one's life, more or less, there are many unexplainable feelings. Only in the years of youth, those green memories, those most genuine emotions, will always accompany us until the end of life.