My childhood was always great, I seriously don’t know where to start. There are way too many happy things in my childhood. I have so many good memories. I couldn’t believe I’m already 14 years old. Time actually flies. I always wonder what I will do when I grow up, and what kind of people I will meet. I’m no longer that playful kid anymore. When I get older I always ask myself why I want to grow up. Being a child is great. We don’t have to worry about things that I have to deal with today, and I never worry about what kind of person I will be when I grow up. Life is always difficult, and you have to go through it. In order to succeed it requires time and experience. All my time was wasted in my childhood. If we can do it again, I will try my best. When I was young, I was ignorant, playful, lazy, and thought my parents were annoying. When I was little, I took piano lessons and dancing lessons. It’s not terrible. But I was just lazy and selfish and felt very tired when I was a child. I can finally understand my parents and how hard they tried to raise me, I felt terrible how I treated them. If I can do it again, I will not disappoint my parents. But there is no if. And this story taught me to work 10times harder than before to get the life I wanted.
People often say that teenagers are in the flowering stage of life, and they belong to the good years of young people. I remember a celebrity once said: “No one wants to be an ordinary person when they are young. No matter how ordinary a person is, they shouldn’t be inactive. Even if they have never been on the soccer field or on the stage, they have at least encountered ups and downs, even if they fail, even if they get injured, they will not give up the opportunity to accomplish their dreams.” As youths, we may not be able to control many things by ourselves. Even though we are lonely and tired, we must continue to be strong. Youths are ignorant yet fearless , and young minds are persevering and determined.
I don’t think young people should stick to this little patch of sky. They should stand higher and farther to see what the world is like. They live, gleaming in this magnificent age, and youth is full of hope. The journey of life is scorching, but the future is shining brightly. Teenagers should be brave enough to head forwards, run forward, don’t look back.
During the period when I returned to China, I often talked with my friends about my ambitions. One day we were riding bicycles together on the campus of Tsinghua University. We filled our hearts with initiative. Strong youths make a strong country. At this moment, our bodies are filled with energy. We decided to start taking big steps towards our dreams. When the youth work hard, they live up to their time! I believe that at some point In the future, I can say tranquilly; “I have been here, I have no regrets, I am happy.” Don’t leave regrets, for the sake of our youth and dreams, teenagers, work hard!
Time is like a horse passing by, so it’s fleeting. You lose it before you have time to cherish it. Looking back, there were only some beautiful memories, which makes us linger on to them.
What made me truly feel that time was changing was my return to China on this occasion. Because of Covid, I did not return to China for a whole year, nor did I meet with my mother for a whole year. When I first saw her as I returned to China, I felt an emotion that I had never come across before. It was very complicated. It contained wistfulness and happiness, but I think it was more melancholy. My mother is nearly sixty, but I never felt that she was old before, because she always takes care of everything alone, washing and cooking…. she has never complained about being tired or not, and even gave me the illusion that she will never grow old, but this time as I saw her, looking at her face for a long time like i’ve never seen it before, wrinkles, age spots, these traces of time appeared one by one on her face, like I don’t even know her anymore! Can one year, just one year, really bring such a big change to a person? Even if I want to deny it, a living example is right in front of me. At that moment, I admitted with a sigh that she really was old. This emotion filled my heart. I wanted to cry, but no tears wanted to flow down.
Maybe every kid had slowly learned to understand and tolerate. Understanding that people will eventually grow old, and to tolerate that everyone will change.
In the second week after returning to China, the head teacher in my prep school called everyone in our class and our parents to organize a reunion party. I was very excited at first, but when I got there, everyone sat on their chairs silently, checking each other out, and when their eyes met, they just smiled awkwardly. Occasionally I would provoke some topic, but it ended very quickly as we just can’t carry on the conversation anymore. I was very upset, thinking that they have all changed, but are they really the ones who changed? When I walked into the restaurant, their parents said that I had changed, become taller, and become more handsome. At first, I sneered, thinking that it was just a polite remark, but slowly I realized that maybe I really did change. But It’s not just getting taller or more handsome…
I have rarely contacted them since then because everyone will change with time, will become different, and time also will change along with us.
We are young, with simple but hot hearts, heading for the far reaches of our dreams. With our goals in mind, we are happy to face a mountain of schoolwork.
The moon is in the sky, the stars are in the sky, we are at our desks, we are writing.
“Well, exam season. “Get down because I’m tired, avoid because it’s hard, give up because I’m tired. Picking the light to read at night, just to finally blossom in the exam room. The bright light that shines at the bottom of my heart is hope, like the stars in the sky, dazzling and unreachable, like a vast version of the universe, which cannot be privately owned but can be hosted in the ideal of pursuit.
I walked out into the garden, sat on a bench and watched as every house was lit up. Thinking of the holiday before you entered university, you said: “We are now forced by time to stumble forward, Refined to make us engraved in the heart of the strong, all the efforts we make will make us better people, your current efforts and preparations are all precipitation and accumulation, they will come at a special point in time in the future to help you and explode with great power. One day, you will know that your hard work will prove itself. There is still glory on the other side, and your future efforts will show you that there are many good things worth pursuing in the distance; may you never lose faith and be your own light and hope”.
I knew, at that very moment, that I finally understood the true meaning of this passage. So go forward, don’t be afraid, all the seemingly insignificant days and weeks now will one day show me the meaning of perseverance.
There are too many partings in a lifetime, time will never allow us to start over, and destiny will always make us unable to escape.
25/7/2018 changed my view of the whole world. When I was young, I could never empathize with life and death in fictional stories. I always felt that they were far away from me. It wasn’t until my grandfather, who watched me grow up left us forever, that made me feel the sad of human weakness for the first time.
On the evening of the incident, we had dinner at grandpa’s house and discussed our schedule for the next day, but in the tranquility of dawn, he passed away without warning. Mother told me that even if grandpa was in the hospital, there was no way to rescue him, since the doctor could not find the cause of his illness, a strong sense of helplessness surged into my heart. The sudden incident gave it a fatal blow. Because of the fear inside me, I did not go to his viewing. At night I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought- I was never afraid of falling when I was just learning to walk, because I knew that grandpa would always have my back; when my mother scolded me, rushing to grandpa was always the first thought in my brain; gobang, go, chess, poker… These skills were all taught to me by grandpa; when I learned to ride a bicycle, he scraped his leg in order to protect me; grandpa wore reading glasses every day, happily playing cards with his friends, and earnestly grabbing red envelopes on his phone. It’s really cute; and the fact that I accidentally called him by his full name when I was ignorant and little. My mother said that she would always get scolded for doing that by grandpa when she was little, however my grandfather just laughed. He told me it was okay. Thinking of this, my eyes blurred. The past is still vivid, and I always felt that my grandfather was still by my side, but slowly, I discovered that my grandpa would never come back again, and that grandpa who spoiled me would never be there. I just knew that that night was a farewell. On the surface, time slowly calmed down my longing for my grandfather, but whenever I saw an old man who was about the same age as my grandpa, whenever I encountered difficulties, I would think of that kind old man. Now, I really regret not cherishing my time with him enough. There are always times in my memory that I want to make up for.
It’s easy to part ways but it’s hard to meet again. I became the exception, and you will always be the only one in my heart.