My three friends and I are idealistic and perfectionist, with a slight conceit, full of self-confidence and a faint inferiority complex deep in our hearts, always measuring others with the names we use in our hearts, trying to be easy-going, and sometimes overly kind. Approachability is our banner, strong social skills are our magic weapon, we crave friendship more than love, sympathize with the weak, and have a strong sense of justice in matters other than ourselves. We are typical Libras.

The pride of childhood, as I grew older, gradually faded a lot. I no longer have a sense of superiority because I am a Libra. After all, Libra has too many playboys. Libra has been blindly looking for the person they love the most, can't control their overflowing emotions, and is overly entangled in things, but Libra is different after all. Otherwise, how could Margaret Thatcher be called the "Iron Lady"?! I had the same birthday as Margaret Thatcher, so I silently remember and miss her in my heart.

When we get rid of the habits of hesitation, inexplicable loneliness, sleekness and laziness, our zodiac sign will become better. I'm a Libra, cheer for Libra!

After reading it, she read another essay called "To Youth".

People who often write down the words "to youth" are at least halfway past their youth. The "To Youth" of the electric goddess Xin Yiwu vividly reveals our nostalgia for youth. How many times, after reading novels or movies of youth, I am full of emotion, but I have never written down my own story. No matter how exciting the heart was at that time, people always said that let those stories of the past drift in the wind of memory!

However, memories are always inadvertently momentary, while our thoughts are flying, burrowing into the small cracks left by our past pains, and then swelling up, deep into the bone marrow, filling our entire body.

Let's start my story with a famous aphorism from "To Youth": "Youth is a long journey, and there is no going back." Youth is an encounter, you can't forget it, youth is a pain, it's too late. Youth is meant to be remembered. ”

One of my "most youthful" stories is related to love. When we are young, our love is at any cost, but love is like a sad ephemeral, we are careful about it, it is still fleeting. The love of youth, like youth, is short and eternal, it is a beer bottle that cannot be opened, and once it is opened, it will overflow and eventually disappear.

At that time, I had never experienced love, and when I saw a pair of happy little lovers on campus, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous in my heart. Perhaps love is always more important to girls than to boys, so the fantasy of love is easier to bloom in the hearts of girls.

That year, I was a sophomore and he was a senior. He is my direct senior, and he is facing the hurdle of graduate school entrance examination. We were taking the professional course that we needed to take for the graduate school entrance examination, so he came to our class to audit. Maybe it's because in engineering school, dinosaurs can also be regarded as Anne Hathaway, I was actually taken by the seniors. After class, he asked me, junior, can I go with you? I said okay, so my friend went first, and my senior and I went around to the playground and went back to the dormitory together. We exchanged phone calls and gossiped a few more words.

Maybe it's because the engineering boy is in a hurry, and he actually put his arm on my shoulder. I was uncomfortable, so I pushed him away and went back to the dorm by myself. When I got back to the dormitory, I was afraid that my senior would be upset, so I texted him and said, "Senior, I don't like to pull and pull with boys. ”

The senior replied, "I like you very much! You can be my girlfriend! ”

I was in a fog for a moment, knowing how exciting it is for someone like me to be his girlfriend in high school! My roommates chased me again and asked my senior why he was going with me, and I was red and emotional.

My roommate thought something was wrong, so he grabbed my phone and took a look. In fact, nothing. Several people are talking about countermeasures, which is nothing more than that even if you have a good impression of him, don't agree to him so quickly and the like.

I told my senior, "Let me think," and we started the thought process of a few days of texting. Now that I think about it, the senior doesn't love me at all, just out of boredom, otherwise he would have chased me tighter. But for me, who has not been cared for for 19 years, it is already very exciting to have someone to love, and how to pick and choose.

After a while, we had dinner together, and we somehow became more intimate.

To this day, I don't know if he and I are really in love. For me, I was deeply in love with him, and he took advantage of me, because since we were close, he asked me to help him fetch water every day. He was studying for graduate school at a college far away from his dormitory, and when he came back in the evening, the boiling water room was closed. I also used my hard-earned money to buy tutoring materials for him.

After the seniors failed in the graduate school entrance examination, they began to go to other places for internships. Since then, he has wanted to dissociate himself from me, and I don't charge him for the phone, so he lets his phone go down. I charged it, and he called me. Every time I called, I was always asked to do something, such as helping him write about his internship experience, writing a graduation thesis log, and writing a thesis. I was so stupid that I was worried that his internship was hard, that the internship unit would not want him, and that he would not be able to receive calls from important people, so I charged the phone bill again and again, and wrote all the information I could help him write again and again.

If a person's brain is kicked by a donkey, nine cows can't pull it back, and no matter how others persuade me, I will continue to be good to him. I happily completed the task he gave me, even though it happened to be the end of the subject at that time and I needed to review.

It wasn't until one day that someone told me that he was out of town and had reconciled with his ex-girlfriend, that I woke up. So what role did I play in his life? I suddenly realized that we had known each other for so long, and he hadn't brought me to know any of his friends, and once his friend came to school, and I happened to be there, and he introduced me and said, this is my school sister.

I loved him bitterly, but he deceived my feelings. If he just wants me to do things for him, why do you keep saying that you love me and that I'm the best girl in the world?

Now think about it, who didn't meet a few scumbags when they were young? Seeing that I am speaking so lightly now, who can see my tears in my eyes? I hid in the dormitory and did nothing, looking like I had just recovered from a serious illness, which made the whole dormitory worried. Feelings should be yours, they are yours. What a sea swears that the sea is dry and rotten, and the stones are easily weathered!

Half of my youth was lost the moment he completely disappeared. This is one of my "most youthful" stories, because only when people are young will they love like moths to fire, regardless of return.

Now in my opinion, youth should be a good time to struggle.

Youth is a stage when all trees are in spring, full of vitality and thriving. Youth is beautiful, but you can't go back to the good times.

Everyone's youth is gorgeous, brilliant, and at the same time with vicissitudes and tears. Youth cannot be restarted, let alone wasted. Youth is young, and even if we make mistakes, we can correct them immediately. But when youth is gone, it is too late to regret it. Youth must be struggled, and we must work hard while we are young to win everything in the future.

Youth is the growth of every pore that has been released, and every day of youth is absorbing wisdom and absorbing nutrients. Youth is a day when our physiology and psychology are advancing by leaps and bounds, half bright and half sad, half laughing and half hurting.

Youth, must struggle! Cheer for yourself every day!

People who don't know if they have experienced youth often have not yet ended. It is always when one is about to lose something that one realizes the preciousness of its existence. If you are not aware of youth, you are still in the age of youth.

Some people are forty or fifty years old, and they don't know if they have experienced youth, so it can only mean that they are still young! They still retain their innocence, they enjoy the joy and sorrow of youth every day, so they never know what youth is.

As far as I am concerned, the pain of youth is not that I don't know whether I have experienced it or not, but that youth is too short, as Xia Brontë said, in the bosom of devotional happiness, as long as you perceive a little dregs of shame or a trace of bitter remorse, youth will pass away immediately.

I am already nostalgic for my youth, and it can be seen that my youth is at least half over. Who is someone who has not experienced youth? Come tell me! I'll let you enjoy the taste of youth at once!

After reading it, Tian Miao read another essay called "Optimistic Life".

I am a contradiction. I'm optimistic when nothing big happens, and when something goes beyond my expectations, I'm pessimistic for a while.

Whenever I'm upset, I babble endlessly, trying to vent all my unhappiness.

Later I found out that this was a very selfish practice. Because I have passed my sorrow on others. I wasn't so sad, but I let others comfort me, paying for my little eyes with their passion and grace.

Sometimes we don't need to talk because the so-called ravines we encounter are insignificant. We can't choose our origins, we can't control our time, we can't be lonely, we can't let others not leave, but we can choose to build a wall for ourselves that will never collapse, we can choose to simplify the problem and make it efficient, we can choose not to retreat, we can choose to integrate and not be picky, we can choose to see countless flowers blooming on the mountain.

It doesn't matter where you come from, what matters is where you're going, the most important thing in life is not where you stand, but where you go. As long as people don't lose their bearings, they will never lose themselves!