Excellent essay
Everyone's high school life is a limited memory. Everyone will have their own answer to the process: green, sweet, or something else. For me, it's more like a colorful palette, and if you don't pay attention to it, it's a colorful beauty: there's fiery enthusiasm, there's blue sorrow, and there's green exuberance.
I miss our youth", as if we were still yesterday, talking about lying flat but encouraging each other; Copying homework with the teacher on his back, playing nursery rhymes for a while, and being sleepy for a while; celebrated his birthday in the dormitory, celebrated together during the holidays, and higged and hid to avoid the "arrest" of the life teacher; Playing a movie with the school leader behind his back for a while, the content of the movie is very exciting, but what is more exciting than the movie is that when the screen is shining, the snacks eaten, and the days chatted. At that time, we had the most sincere heart: we would cheer for our friends during the sports meeting; We are the best of the best; will be simple and straightforward to like or hate; will go crazy together, and they will comfort each other and rely on each other. I still remember that group of people, they laughed brightly, they cried aggrieved and depressed, and they all fought for their dreams in one place. I hope that the wind will leave a trace, so that I can look back and see the familiar us.
Unlike high school, college is more of a small society, with good and bad things. The good thing is that you can have more opportunities to show yourself and improve yourself; The bad thing is that the relationship is complicated and requires more care. When I was in high school, I was very tired, but I could laugh when I cried and cried, because there was always someone who was miserable with you, comforted you, and accompanied you; When I was in college, it was not as easy as I said, because in addition to coping with study, I also needed to cope with life, and it was naturally easy to lie down, but I really felt powerless if I wanted to be motivated. After the start of the school year, I interviewed the radio station and the student union one after another, but I failed, and I could only self-degenerate and self-heal at the same time, and then keep trying. I still want to laugh when I see something funny, but I cry when I laugh and laugh, because no one can share this happiness with you, and no one is weird with you. I will be moved by those clumsy and sincere behaviors, because there is also a shadow of my own in it.
Back to that night, there was the moon hanging high, and we with snacks, looking at the ** flashing on the silver screen, silently shedding tears. "There are people you see and remember only a feeling, not an appearance. "That feeling is like seeing a beautiful painting, with the teacher and us in the painting, with tears and smiles, and then I realized that it was a youth that I can't go back to.