Youth, in a world of my grandmother, was working hard in the fields, is to use her sweet milk feeding one child! Grandmother's youth, give grandpa, 15 years old, every one to his, the shouts of the rooster woke her up every day, early in the morning get up to do breakfast, burning flame, so imperceptibly Diamond Water, dilute water white porridge, ordinary day after she started her youth. Youth, in the early spring in the paddy field, bent down to skilled plug seedling; to more than one hundred catties of wood; Under the dim kerosene lamps, drive back and forth; On the loom Long thuck, rhythm adept weave of thick, warm quilt. In her youth, not the feudal thought, just beyond the progressive ideas of The Times. Six children, all books, all of good performance, to the teacher's egg, is her respect for teacher is love and care for children, but also the portrayal of her youth selfless dedication.

Youth, in the world of the mother, the continuation of the grandmother's hard work and plain living, not afraid of difficult. Share housework, help grandma planting pick dung, cattle feed pigs, chop wood, cook, study diligently, study weaving, hand sewing, look after the younger siblings. Grandmother's youth, adhere to in the wilds, mother's youth, and pursue a better life, rooted in the city fully furnished. On campus, and my mother read seriously, thrift, save money to send grandma to buy new clothes; Mother in sports so daring, brave, let in, as quick as lightning, running high jump to the enemy. Mother is the only college girls don't wear shoes, poor is not willing to buy a pair of rubber shoes. Mother put the sweat on the basketball court, artificial 3-pointers, her position precision, wonderful radian, attract boys pay homage; Passing layup, jump high, speed, Angle. Mother was sick with my youth, and many times in critical condition. Is more a mother's love for me, love for her, in her youth, is the vitality, is the power, is a dream, is to pursue, and I to her, is a continuation of her youth, her whole life, she is willing to raise me with her whole youth, protect and cultivate my complaint or regret for me to pay!

Youth, in my world, once colorful, dazzling bright and beautiful. Continued the mother love of sport and far afraid tired spirit of learning. Sports to me, is the most glorious scenery in my life, I was once proud capital, but also a part of my life. Learning from me, from childhood learning, good learn to ask to the youth, once was my self-esteem, my value, my hopes. In my youth, however, is more of a troubled, suffering. Such as flower, youth like dream, youth like an eagle flying high, but it is beautiful world of youth, my flowers withered; In crazy dream, I dream like bubbles, once brilliant, but so fragile; Before becoming a soar of the eagle, a heavy rain a knife a thunder lightning, drown me in the dark. Withered tree of my youth, my youth flower withered, the dream of my youth, forever. Long winter in life, I don't know, when can we meet in the spring, when the youth of open flowers silently in my heart. At this point, the mother has white hair and eyes began to aging, the more action is slow, for the sake of my youth, she used her whole life, the whole heart to protect me. Finally, at the moment I'm leaving my youth age, my heart and lost the passion of youth!