Youth is a brief and somewhat naive stage of life that often passes before we have time to fully understand it. I once looked out of the window and wondered what youth truly is and what it really looks like.
In my view, youth is like a fairy newly arrived in the human world, wearing a simple white dress and carrying a pure yet slightly immature aura. She appears more mature than childhood, yet more innocent than adulthood. Youth is the stage where we move away from childishness and step toward maturity, subtle and tender, yet full of vitality and curiosity about the world.
Youth is colorful. Some chase flowers and loud cheers within it, while others carry fresh mint-like dreams. During this stage, we can study hard, make close friends, and develop personal interests. Youth is often closely connected with school life, where countless rich activities and memories take place.
I enjoy the youth found in school. At school, we meet many people, speak many words, and think about many things. We take notes seriously in class, go to the snack shop with classmates during breaks, and spend time wandering yet feeling fulfilled. Some jokingly say, “A sleepyhead in class, a food hero in the cafeteria.” This is quite real—who hasn’t dozed off in class and then become energetic at lunchtime?
The youth at home is equally warm and beautiful. Walking home feels like being wrapped in starlight and the scent of flowers, with no complicated thoughts, only ease and happiness. At home, a familiar voice greets you: “You’re back? Come and eat!” Letting go of fatigue, you face a simple yet comforting meal. After dinner, chatting or listening to music, finishing homework, and then saying goodnight—an ordinary day quietly passes like this.
Youth fills me with curiosity and anticipation for the future. I have thought about what the future might be like, and discussed whether we would still meet again as we do now. Everything is unknown, but what remains unchanged is that youth is the starting point of life—everything has just begun, and there is still time. So I made a promise with a friend: “Let’s agree to work hard separately and meet again at the top, never to part.”
Youth also helps me gradually understand myself. Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going, and what should I do? These questions become clearer as I grow. In the future, I will face life with a better version of myself and remind myself to stay grounded, because only by improving continuously can I deserve the things I love.
Have I truly understood youth? I am still unsure. But I do know that school is the starting point of dreams, and youth will never go out of style.
