The Flight of Youth
“There are gains for all our losses. There are balms for all our pain; But when youth, the dream, departs. It takes something from our hearts. And it never comes again.” This wonderful poem reminds me of a thousand smiles and tears in my youth. It seems that our youth has gone with the wind in a wink, but the memory for it lasts forever.
I still remember that summer afternoon with the song of cicadas and the fragrance of gardenia. Many plants began blooming in early summer from last year's growth as well as flowering later on short canes from new growth. It was the day before College Entrance Examination. Everyone felt very complicated at the last class. Our English teacher said noting but showed us a video whose topic was “I think you would have to go to the University Entrance Exam in June.” In this video, the female anchor told listeners a writer's stories in her youth with the background music, Flying with a Carefree Heart. We just heard a few words, and then our cheeks all dripped with tears. Indeed, before listening to the stories and song, we felt it was our duty to work hard. However, maybe because the writer voiced the feelings of us, we felt ineffably wronged and realized we feigned to be strong for a long time, which made us tired. Since then, each time I hear the song Flying with a Carefree Heart, I can still recall the scene. That day our classroom was brighter than usual and in June the sun warmed us. The whole class was so quiet that we could hear the wind gently murmuring through trees. Everyone looked very beautiful with the sun on their faces. Even the time off was very slow. Each of us sniffed and kept silence. Our English teacher rubbed his eyes and went to the back of the classroom quietly. It occurred to me that it was time to say goodbye. As the lyrics said that we must promise not to shed a tear this time. Accompanying with each other and enjoying every moment together regardless of the sadness of leaving.
How can I be willing to put those who struggled with me forget. One has never seen the color of youth, but already tested the bitterness and sweetness of it. Those mottos written on the blackboard became blurred, but whenever we heard the same words again, we could be able to recall the share of moving and encouraging at that moment. Sometimes when I gently sing that song, vivid memories will come flooding back of fighting for the university days. When you bursted into tears silently in class on account of the unsatisfied grades, I wanted to tell you that you couldn't make a rainbow without the rain; When you put happy faces on repeated failures, I wanted to tell you that your strength made me feel bad; When you worked from dawn to night and felt tired of reviewing, I wanted to tell you that you could hold out a litter longer. No one can replace you in my heart, my friends. Looking back to those salad days always makes me smile. Although those days were very hard, I was not a person in fighting. At the end of the last class, our English teacher looked at us crying our eyes out and said that whether you were contented with the final results or not, you needn't feel regretful due to your efforts and attempt. I was proud of you.
Making every effort and the God will open the window to welcome you.
I disagree with those who keep on criticizing the College Entrance Examination System in China. I must admit it really exists some problems, but I admire everyone who accepts the challenge without appeal. At that time we felt that we could hold our destiny and chase our dreams bravely. It was because of what process that we believed we had the power to change our fate. Taking one step each day towards destination is enjoyable. Not every morning woke up my alarm clock, but dream.
Acquainted with you and know each other in sincerity; Between the magic horn, accompany with you daily.
These were days I will always treasure.