When the first ray of sunshine in the morning quietly falls on the earth and on the campus, our class is covered with the warm sunshine and comfortably reads each beautiful poem aloud. With the breeze in our ears, we enjoy learning while reading loudly. Teachers are like hardworking gardeners, sowing the seeds of knowledge for us here. We are the soil, trying to absorb its essence and expecting to grow into towering trees one day. This is our youth, and we have to make our own decisions!
In class, the pen tip rustles on the white paper and the chalk dances on the blackboard. We listened to the teacher's carefully prepared lecture notes and immersed ourselves in the vast ocean of knowledge. Poetry in Chinese class, quadratic function in math class, small composition in English class, fantastic ideas in physics class, magical experiments in chemistry class, energetic physical education class class and loud singing in music class all reflect our youth, which is up to us!
Tired of swimming in the ocean of learning, there will be that colorful ten minutes between classes. In these ten minutes, it is the happiest time for students. No matter where the campus is, there are shouts, laughter and noises from students. In these ten minutes, it is the time for students to study. No matter in which class, there are students reading books and doing homework. In these ten minutes, it is the happiest time for students. They chat and tell jokes together. In these ten minutes, it is the busiest time for students. No matter which students are, they should prepare for the next class and welcome the arrival of the new class.
We are different from other days on the sports field. We are full of energy on the field. Sprint and fight explosively; Long-distance running tests will; High jump is like a fish jumping a dragon; The long jump is as light as a swift racing against time on the field. There is no doubt about the team spirit. The tacit eyes, the roar of hard work and the white chalk marks recorded on the sidelines are not very clear, but the cheers of victory are like in our ears and belong to our youth. Of course, there are also failures. Who can't fail? But how can we say that the failure after full preparation is not a glorious failure? Like Allegro, this is our youth, which is up to us!
The wind chimes of youth opened my heart, the colored flutes of youth blew my dreams, and the notes of youth drove me to hope. Youth, this beautiful season, is the time for us to sow hope, cherish hope, grasp hope and let hope shine in our hands. My youth is my master!