Student masterpieces ｜ Campus Literature: Youth

In high school time, we all have a confused future, but we have a beautiful youth. The girls tied the youthful high ponytails, and the boys were fighting and smiling. Look at the bright petals, the floral fragrance floats to every corner of the classroom.

If time can go backwards, I just want to stay in the evening sunset. This moment is the most beautiful. Appreciate the vast sky with your family and friends, read the profound and wonderful books, and wander in the ocean of the book.

Everyone's youth is different. I couldn't sleep horizontally, climbed up slowly, and picked up the book called "Youth" and turned over. The hanging clock passed one minute and one second, but I unknowingly passed one year and one year old. I held this book in my heart, and I opened my eyes to see the fireworks on earth. I lifted my hand in the sky as if there was something. I lowered my body silently and grabbed a petal, as if its growth was related to my youth. The petals will bloom, withered, withered, and will be classified as dust, as if I am.

The laughter and laughter in the class passed through my shadow. My shadow tilted towards another direction, and slowly, it became longer. The seriousness and joy in the class are taking away my youth as time as time. The sun outside the window was shot in every shadow of the teenagers, and the birds hovered over the classroom.

In the evening, the sun is under the west. We were carrying a schoolbag towards the home that had long been put on meals. The sunset is red, the vehicle is gradually hustle and bustle, and the sound of the whistle to this quiet city adds a new breath. The traffic lights flashed at the intersection one after another, and the end of the intersection was our end. At the meal, there was a lit of lits. The happiness of children when playing in the evening, the call of the courier buddies.

I hugged the book "Youth" and unknowingly, I turned to the seventeen -year -old page, and my eyes stopped. I silently put the book in front of the heel and looked up at the distance. I didn't have the courage to turn down, and I started to fall into confusion and sorrow. My ear recalls the situation of a few confidants who came together after school in junior high school, and recalled the teachings of the teacher when I graduated from junior high school.

My ears knocked on the bell in the opposite direction again. It seemed to tell me the meaning of time backflow. It seemed to tell me that youth passed by, and it seemed to tell me to cherish the present.

The curtains fluttered slightly with the wind. I thought silently, maybe time can't find the answer I want, maybe I can only move all the way.

(Panyu Vocational and Technical School, Guangdong Province)

Source: "Language News • High School Edition"

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