关于青春与时间的英文随笔
关于青春与时间的英文随笔
导语：青春属于每个人只有一次，需要我们用知识去填充，用智慧去铺路，去坚强去奋斗！下面小编为大家带来了10篇青春岁月作文，欢迎大家阅读，希望能够帮助到大家。
时间随笔1
Youth, this vibrant noun, is fading in my body. Walking in the heart of the wind and rain, salty tears flow into my heart, sad tears in my heart flow into an endless stream. I did not know whether it was remorse or loss, and I struggled to reach the shore.
Once, I once hoped that the ugly duckling would become a white swan, the students exchange how to maintain the skin, how to choose cosmetics. Who doesn't love beauty? But ever since I saw the simple and great workers on TV, I suddenly felt that appearance was not so important. How many of the stars who shine on the stage have lost their makeup, and how many people can imagine the brilliance they once had? Just keep a beautiful heart, the simple appearance can set off your beautiful and lovely.
Such a fast pace of life, my dreams, naivety and vanity are scattered, I am about to begin to write my new life. Goodbye, the youth of the wheel drive the years!
时间随笔2
Years are like songs. It was you and me who wrote it together. That beautiful song, that beautiful note, is a haunting melody.
Suddenly look back, the road has been the vicissitudes of the sea, has become an indelible memory! The dream that stays in the heart, has become the "peach blossom source" which makes people admire.
What is it in our hearts that it is in our hearts that we leave love and hate?
The wheel of life turns, quietly, softly, all the time. Where you and I don't even notice. Moving. Life is in the endless cycle, the fate of ceaseless moaning. There is a beauty in this unutterable desolation. This is the tragic beauty, this is the struggle beauty -- -- not afraid of the broken bones, the heart full of hope, the life symbol rejigsaw, to create a more beautiful life.
In the season when the wind blows, only the leaves dance, the rest is only the lonely whisper. In such a season, time is like a song. I gently singing, are you listening to in all the years, whether you in waste time or write to a different song make up a different from the past, look forward to the future is like a dream. When the wind stops, everything is back to normal. But you haven't found the target yet?
Don't worry about whether the road ahead has a cliff or not. Don't worry if the bridge in front has been repaired. The shadow of the years may run ahead of you and leave you at a loss. So dare to love and hate.
The wind blows the leaves off the land/the Yangtze river to the east, the memory is like the silkworm cocoon silk/years like the song of memories.
Dreams bloom and fall, life floats. Don't let the years be so lonely, in life should be full of years of song!
时间随笔3
"The years of our youth, we are involuntarily, but the blood in this breast is turbulent; The days of youth, the horizon of the waves, this is my perfect life.
I am very fond of xu wei's "the perfect life", the brisk pace with the husky and sensual voice, bringing me back to the painful past that I miss.
My world because of her appearance, change of the pale, such helplessness, it is a painful time to look back. To be honest, I don't know if it is my first love, because she never said or implied me she like me, I also very incompetent, can't convince her, putting aside, things like that, always has been, until we separate.
I have been thinking about a question, is she a person worthy of my love, worth waiting for. I really don't know. In that ignorant day, she completely entered my heart, her every move touched my heart, left deep impression in my heart. That winter, we didn't have much conversation, some just a smile, and, and, "I'm good." I gave it all in order to tell the truth.
Maybe she and I can never intersect, but I don't regret it. One day, I watch the sunset, I will think of her.
There are millions of relationships. At that time, the air was vanishing into a sewn moment. When the mood was a thousand times, I would blame you for a thousand times, and I would never tell you why. Is life so confused?
The outside world is wonderful.
The world in my heart is helpless.
时间随笔4
Youth, a complex and colorful time, how many people are attracted by it, how many people because of it struggle, how many people because of it sad.
Alone, walking slowly along a secluded path, walked and walked to the small pond. I slightly raised my head to look at the peaceful pond, a cold wind blowing on my face, my sad mood with the wind like the water in the pool gently rippling. Unconsciously there is a kind of inexplicable sadness in the black night germination, then feel frightened, uneasy. The mood with the cold night wind, with the dark night more sad.
Suddenly I looked up at the night sky, and suddenly I thought the night sky was beautiful. The stars twinkled in the night sky, as if the candle in the hands of millions of people shimmered faintly. It looked bright and brilliant. I feel that night is willing to be dark for the stars, willing to sacrifice myself to get the star bright smile. Time feels sacrifice is also a kind of beauty, a kind of devotion to love. It is the sign of the night and the hope of night. Think of it here. I threw my head back and threw a shiny smile at the stars. Is it let me know, actually have no its night to be sad, sad, sad. With it, the night no longer makes me terrible, no longer makes me uneasy.
The years of youth are glorious years, but also sad years.
时间随笔5
The years fly by, the days that pass by leave only a faint sadness; Time and again the frustration, with the subsequent tears, after the tears, you need to understand: youth no longer, only cherish and strong.
Walking in the mountain path, the autumn wind blowing, blowing my forehead bangs; The fallen leaves are floating in the air, like a group of golden butterflies. The scene is full of poetic imagery, which makes people feel like they are in a dream.
The leaves of gold leaf fall, floating in my palm, the leaves have lost their green vitality, leaving only the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes and the gradual yellow leaves. My tears fell. Is it a pity? Is it the end? Deciduous lives only a few months time, very short, green vigor, then LinLai yellow fades, free time to think, no time to finish, leaving only fell sad......
After the decline, I understand that the spring green leaves are beautiful, but they will die inadvertently; Is it not like our life, fleeting? This also tells us, should cherish the youth good years.
I recalled the previous reading of tian wei's "half an acre of flowers" and zi yu's "whose youth has me crazy". Every word there; Each paragraph; Each; All is life, with youth composed of life crazy song! Tian Wei when writing the flower field a half acre was diagnosed with a kind of autoimmune disease, such as leukemia, I think, how she is to use a kind of extraordinary courage to stick to wrote the blog posts that five hundred thousand words? This may be because she loves life, loves youth, cherishes the time of her youth, and does not want to let time go by in the persecution of disease. Tian wei once said: the world of zi yu.
It's the darkness of the spread of disease.
He was young.
Take too fast a life to shine.
He made me believe
There is no
Can deprive you of the right to live.
As long as it's true.
As long as you really love.
Perhaps your life is very short, but as long as you cherish life, cherish the youth, can compose a song of your own life praise!
We can not resist the steps of youth, we have passed, we have no, but we have the means to make the youth more colorful, then you know: cherish the youth!
时间随笔6
In the following years, we will forget a lot, and forever in our hearts, such as a never faded, beautiful sunshine point-blank into the heart of hearts, those unscrupulous years, is the youth.
The hot days of youth, like the blooming peony, are bright and gorgeous. And we are like the buds of spring, full of upgrades and vitality, looking forward to the day of success.
It was another bright morning, and I opened my eyes with the urge of the alarm clock, and I looked at the familiar with weariness. The sunlight reflected through the window, so dazzling and dazzling. I moved slowly, got up, and went to school, familiar streets, familiar scenes, and even the passers-by with the same faces. I really can not beat the spirit, thinking: my youth, the best years of my life, nowhere to release, can only be trapped here? - yes. The answer is no doubt, I was destined to. This is, a few long galloping figure appears in front of the eyes, they all the way dozen noisy, have say and laugh. I was attracted by the shuttle in the stream of people figure, that kind of life, the life passion is what I desire, I've been looking forward to life can produce colorful flowers, made himself had been living in his disappointment, let time mottled. I suddenly run, young years can unleash boundless energy, I must cherish.
As soon as I arrived at school, I slowed down my steps, and my heart beat like a melodic song, and the form embodied in my youth was integrated into this extreme melody, so I felt more refreshed.
Youth, one of the most brilliant in life, his brilliance is not the scorching heat, but like pure white, indifferent pearl, sending out a strange light.
Alas! Now young people...
时间随笔7
The autumn wind instigates the fallen leaves to fly in the sky, the whirling of the leaves, it is me. My dream is frozen, cut off on the edge of autumn. My heart is full of melancholy, like the red bean in the south, so helpless. I am helpless, my heart seems to be wrapped in cool autumn. The frowning brows closed the window of my heart, and the soft piano could not dissolve the sadness in my heart, empty thoughts like desert...
I worked in a vague dream clearly see, endless wide avenue, no trees, no house, no one, only one lonely shadow endlessly, aimlessly forward running...
时间随笔8
One day, I stood on the balcony and looked far away, and suddenly I found a yellow butterfly lying motionless in the corner of the balcony. Looking at this unknown butterfly, I made this reverie: perhaps, she had enjoyed the nature of the caress, and the dance of the fallen leaves; Winter came, and for the last bit of sunshine and the longing for spring, she stayed, but in the end she did not resist the cold wind, and died here. Yet she is hopeful. She still believes that winter is coming, can spring be far behind? Look, her slightly upturned little head seemed to say to me, "I didn't wait for spring, but I tried, and I didn't regret it!" I was deeply touched by this little butterfly.
Yes, youth is like this! Collect moved, touched the youth!
Chapter viii: the years of youth.
If spring is the best and most dynamic season of the year, youth is the most brilliant and precious season in life. It cannot be seen or touched, but it enriches your mind and body so that you can feel it all the time.
Before, the understanding of "youth" is hazy, with the growth of the years, only gradually understand it: youth, is vitality! Passion! Now I can feel the gift of youth in my blood.
On Saturday, I went to learn painting, and suddenly I wanted to paint my youth with colors. What colour should youth be painted? Is it with grape purple or lemon yellow, with bright red or full dark blue... I hesitated in front of the easel, accidentally knocked the color palette onto the paper, and it dawned on me that youth is a colorful thing.
Gorky said: "we need to cherish their youth, nothing is better than the youth in the world, nothing is more precious than youth again, youth is like gold, what you want to do, what will make it."
Although in adolescence, we have a lot of troubles, but more is the dream, is passion, is happiness.
Because of our youth, we stand on the new starting line every day; Because we have youth, we can free our dreams. Because we have youth, we are not afraid of failure, believe that everything can come back from the beginning!
Youth belongs to everyone only once, need us to fill with knowledge, use wisdom to pave the way, to strong struggle! Let us sing of youth! Bless your youth! Thanks for your youth!
关于青春与时间的散文
关于青春与时间的散文
时间永远都是这样,无声无息地流逝着,以至于没能把握时间。下面是关于青春与时间的散文的内容，欢迎阅读！
时间依旧，青春还在路上。
欸，时间，有时候我会问自己，为什么会对你束手无策，而你的答案每次都是蛋糕上多出一支点燃的蜡烛。每一次，你都用这种方式告诉我，你就是这么嚣张，这样无法掌控。
——今天
嘿，时间就是这样，它对每个人都是公平的，在经过深思熟虑，精心策划之后，把最美丽的给了青春，最有价值的给了中年，最安详的给了老年。只不过，它更喜欢戏剧性，比如在已经划定的时光旅行里，安排那时的疑惑、不解，并为之埋下伏笔，然后在未来的某个阶段，突然向我们公布答案。
而那些答案，或许对于经年之后的我们来讲早已毫无价值，或许会一语点醒梦中人，从此改变人生轨迹。或许，只是勾起一段往事的追忆，简单而温暖。总之，当某一天，我们知晓答案的时候，我们都会明白，原来漫长的时间，除了漫长的等待，还有我们迎接答案所必须的'成长和准备。
有些事情，我们可能不会当时就懂，有些人，我们可能不会当时在意。可是，当到了该懂的那一天，到了真相就那样真实呈现眼前的那一天，我们或许会选择叹惋，或是浅尝一口后悔的苦酒，又或者，我们会选择感恩过去，从错过中获取前行的力量。时间啊时间，它会戳破谎言，撕掉伪装，它又会给美好酝酿良久的机会。
我们不知道下一刻会发生什么，不知道窗外经过的流云会变幻成什么颜色。看过太多的青春故事以后，渐渐领悟出一个道理：之所以青春美好，是因为那时候的我们还有很多事情不敢去做，很多人不敢触碰，等到幡然醒悟的时候青春却已经渐行渐远。于是，我们的青春便留下了许多美丽的遐想空间，很多很多那时你不知道的和她不知道的小秘密。
女孩们把青春折成纸鹤珍藏进匀净透亮的玻璃瓶里。男孩们把青春换算成墙上刻下的身高划痕。前者记录青涩，后者铭刻成长。它们在时间默默无言的身后渐渐落满灰尘，然后在未来的某一天，被人们重新发现，重新回想起那段充满阳光没有多少烦恼的日子。多少人和我一样，早晨睁开眼睛，还会以为自己依然是那个害怕迟到，怎么睡也睡不够的学生。我们不得不承受着岁月的变迁，放手让时间大步向前。但是，这并不是意味着我们什么都做不了，时间，不仅仅是用来珍藏的，更重要的是被掌握。
掌握时间，那么曾经给现在留下的遗憾就会减少，我们就可以把美好的遐想付诸行动。为某一件事，为某一个人，大胆的努力一次，即使失败，也不会感到多泄气，因为人若尽力而为之后，就会多一分释然，多一点成长。而这样的青春，才是我们真正想要的青春，没有后悔，有的是无畏的勇气和向前一步的奋力一搏。掌握时间，虽然不能掌握生死，但是却也能让人永恒。在有限的生命里，为无限的时间留下自己独特的印记。这样生命才有意义，时间才会更充实。
今天以前，今天以后，我们站在交点，延伸自己的生命，我很快乐，因为我们依然步履坚定地前进着。欸，时间，你的步子，我们迟早会赶上。
——明天
风撩起曙光，
暗夜尽数退去，
我和时间碰杯，
敬生命路上，
幼芽茁壮，
梦想未老。
