in the vicissitudes of time, we always forget some distant memories, but some of them take root in our hearts like seeds and will never be forgotten. Just like in adolescence, we read the story of Sanmao's Sahara desert, Xi Murong's prose and Wang Guozhen's poems, which bring us endless strength to our hearts, and accompany all our youth < P > No matter what kind of childhood and youth we have, no matter how many friends and excitement we have, it will be someone else's, waiting for the unique loneliness alone, playing emotional games belonging to two people, and indulging in them proudly and stubbornly. Everyone has two sides, deceiving each other, but they can't persist. When they turn around and leave, the sunshine of memory is like fragments, which are scattered all over their faces. Looking back frequently, only the sweet and greasy black wind is whispering back and forth in the night sky of memory.
They are all young children, and they are full of feelings and sadness, but they can't cross the past. Experience is a wonderful thing, which can make us grow into strong children. Just like those people who once existed in life, it may not last long but they are still engraved in their hearts, which is enough.
Maybe one day, we will stand in the season of falling leaves, laugh at those young smiling faces and childish persistence, despise the vicissitudes of life with a steady heart, and embrace the thick and scarred arms of life with a mature emotion. In that time-flies river, strange ripples began to sway, round and round, breaking through the cage, flooding the earth and reaching the edge of the universe. A star has fallen. The butterfly's beautiful wings are broken. Youth, fleeting, vanishes in smoke. No tears. Hit the rusted heart with a hammer. It hurts.
how heavy is the word love, and how many people can really understand it? Love a person, is it necessary to stay together for life and never give up? True love is to walk into the coffin and never change your mind. However, is this also true? Who knows?
The cruel reality is that I can only look at the figure of love in the distance with blurred eyes. Just like a lonely lamp in the vast sea, no matter how strong or dying, it is only a matter of time before it can escape the fate of being destroyed by the storm.
Maybe this is the way to grow up. Along the way, I met some people and things, and I paid some and got some. Smile may be followed by tears, and there will be memories after the pain. In this way, count carefully in the memory, and all the past events seem to be in front of you, so clear. Experiencing a feeling, like fading away from the prosperity of youth, hurts to loneliness. But the past has passed, and we still have to look forward with a smile. Even if it is the end, it is still a long way. Perhaps, all the stories, all the endings, all the sadness and loneliness, meeting and parting, are like eroded words and flowers, dying in an unknown place where they no longer dance.
Youth, love, growth, and metamorphosis have been accomplished unconsciously. In the meantime, the beauty and sadness, beauty and cruelty always have to be appreciated by ourselves. Even though we are endlessly greedy for those warmth, we also know that she has disappeared into the riverbed of life and can't find a moment anymore. Endless, it is a beautiful dream. Just like that love. Has blossomed like fireworks.
Those times when willfulness is allowed are called youth.
Those times when willfulness is allowed are called youth.
Maybe I'm no longer allowed to be willful, but relax, there's no need for everyone to remind me-I'm wasting my youth.
what do people live for? A hundred people will have a hundred answers, but if someone really says, "Young people exchange life for money, and old people exchange money for life," then I would like to ask, "Is the length of life important or the process of life important?"
compared with most people, my thoughts will be regarded as being not progressive, not enterprising, not accumulating, not … and so on. Alas! Well, I'm reflecting, reflecting and reflecting, and finally I realize a truth-the world always thinks what most people think is "yes" and ignores what few people think is not. Oh, it's really a nostalgic feeling-I remember it was in the first grade of primary school, and the teacher gave me a math team leader. At that time, I didn't know that the teacher would check the correct answers for us after finishing the exercises. So I used the power of my group leader to check the answer first-anything that is the same as the answer in my book is correct.
oh, look at me then!
people are sometimes anxious that others think differently from themselves, so they want to instill their own ideas into others. Try to make others feel that "I" is the right idea. This is to let others identify with themselves, enhance their self-confidence and strengthen their beliefs.
There is no denying that most people will have this idea, but in modern society, most people will gain others' recognition through three ways-money, reputation and status. These three things are familiar to those who have mastered the skills, and those who have not mastered the skills can only become slaves.
why? Why do you have to prove something? Why do you have to prove something to whom? Do you live for others or for yourself?
Butterflies' life is short, but their life is colorful. They lived, so amazing and unforgettable. However, I believe that butterflies do not exist for people to see their beauty. It will not die because someone sees its beauty. It exists only for itself! Its beauty is only because of its self! You don't have to prove anything to anyone.
Everyone has the right to choose life, and most people think it is "right", which is right; A few people think it is "wrong", which is also correct. Why be anxious? Let go of your prejudice and respect others' choices. You can't persuade a street sweeper to give up his present job and do what you do just because his income is higher than that of a street sweeper. There is always a division of labor in the world.
Therefore, teenagers should squander your youth, which is the way to explore life. Is it worth it? Ask your heart! People, it is impossible to walk in the right direction at every step, and sometimes they will bypass some bends, which will all become memorable memories. Early on, I heard people say that memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we can't avoid.
In the dark, we came from sadness and quietly passed through many days. Looking back, the sad face between the eyebrows is fixed in the position of youth like a mark, and waves are drawn in the river of life. Passed by, that is our youth, with a touch of bitterness, dissolved into a light melody.
Dreams and happiness are the main contents we pursue, so sadness and confusion become the basic colors of youth. We live in a pioneering way, and like all lonely children, we want to subvert everything, including ourselves, and swim on the edge of ideal and reality. In fact, it should be said that it is a dream, even an unattainable ideal. I think we have the same dream. Dreams are in the distance, just like happiness is in the distance, just like all sadness and confusion are in that distant place. And far away, except far away, we know nothing, or we have nothing at all.
In this way, all that remains is the memory, even the melancholy memory. The warmth that I thought had long been forgotten will come across the gap of time.
Lu You, who is in his twilight years, wrote this poem after experiencing the vicissitudes of life: "When I am old, I have forgotten what is going on in the world, and I still see peony flowers in my dreams." It is conceivable that how did the old poet, who was down and out, make a peony flower that appeared in his dream cover the vast world events? It's a memory, a memory about youth, and a beautiful memory about youth.
Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the youth that can be recalled in the future, at least we can't leave it blank. Perhaps, many years later, when we are sitting alone on a park bench, we will smile at the corner of our mouth at sunset. This lonely image seems to make passers-by in the past sympathize. However, who can appreciate our wonderful journey at that time? We are sitting in the carriage of memories, and we are on a journey of happy memories without stopping. We will remember a winter night, when snowflakes were still floating outside the window, and the family were talking about the family around the stove. While doing needlework, my mother told me to learn to take care of myself when I was studying abroad. I was reading a collection of thread-bound ancient poems and didn't take my mother's words to heart at all. We will remember one summer, when the sunshine was mild, and we walked to the corner of the stairs and bumped into the girl we had secretly loved for a long time. She had a bright face, and pretended not to see her passing by in a hurry, but she clearly printed a skirt with a blue background and white flowers that she was wearing that day. We will remember ...
We will remember all the memories related to youth. So, many years later, we face this commemorative album again, all we have to do is stroke these yellowed pages, and then, look at the afternoon sunshine and smile. A long time ago, I heard people say that memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we can't avoid.
In the dark, we came from sadness and quietly passed through many days. Looking back, the sad face between the eyebrows is fixed in the position of youth like a mark, and waves are drawn in the river of life. Passed by, that is our youth, with a touch of bitterness, dissolved into a light melody.
Dreams and happiness are the main contents we pursue, so sadness and confusion become the basic colors of youth. We live in a pioneering way, and like all lonely children, we want to subvert everything, including ourselves, and swim on the edge of ideal and reality. In fact, it should be said that it is a dream, even an unattainable ideal. I think we have the same dream. Dreams are in the distance, just like happiness is in the distance, just like all sadness and confusion are in that distant place. And far away, except far away, we know nothing, or we have nothing at all.
In this way, all that remains is the memory, even the melancholy memory. The warmth that I thought had long been forgotten will come across the gap of time.
Lu You, who is in his twilight years, wrote this poem after experiencing the vicissitudes of life: "When I am old, I have forgotten what is going on in the world, and I still see peony flowers in my dreams." It is conceivable that how did the old poet, who was down and out, make a peony flower that appeared in his dream cover the vast world events? It's a memory, a memory about youth, and a beautiful memory about youth.
Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the youth that can be recalled in the future, at least we can't leave it blank. Perhaps, many years later, when we are sitting alone on a park bench, we will smile at the corner of our mouth at sunset. This lonely image seems to make passers-by in the past sympathize. However, who can appreciate our wonderful journey at that time? We are sitting in the carriage of memories, and we are on a journey of happy memories without stopping. We will remember a winter night, when snowflakes were still floating outside the window, and the family were talking about the family around the stove. While doing needlework, my mother told me to learn to take care of myself when I was studying abroad. I was reading a collection of thread-bound ancient poems and didn't take my mother's words to heart at all. We will remember one summer, when the sunshine was mild, and we walked to the corner of the stairs and bumped into the girl we had secretly loved for a long time. She had a bright face, and pretended not to see her passing by in a hurry, but she clearly printed a skirt with a blue background and white flowers that she was wearing that day. We will remember ...
Memories related to youth
It was said a long time ago that memory is the root of all melancholy. In this way, youth should also be a memory, a memory that we can't avoid.
In the dark, we came from sadness and quietly passed through many days. Looking back, the sad face between the eyebrows is fixed in the position of youth like a mark, and waves are drawn in the river of life. Passed by, that is our youth, with a touch of bitterness, dissolved into a light melody.
Dreams and happiness are the main contents we pursue, so sadness and confusion become the basic colors of youth. We live in a pioneering way, and like all lonely children, we want to subvert everything, including ourselves, and swim on the edge of ideal and reality. In fact, it should be said that it is a dream, even an unattainable ideal. I think we have the same dream. Dreams are in the distance, just like happiness is in the distance, just like all sadness and confusion are in that distant place. And far away, except far away, we know nothing, or we have nothing at all.
In this way, all that remains is the memory, even the melancholy memory. The warmth that I thought had long been forgotten will come across the gap of time.
Lu You, who is in his twilight years, wrote this poem after experiencing the vicissitudes of life: "When I am old, I have forgotten what is going on in the world, and I still see peony flowers in my dreams." It is conceivable that how did the old poet, who was down and out, make a peony flower that appeared in his dream cover the vast world events? It's a memory, a memory about youth, and a beautiful memory about youth.
Therefore, we have to leave some capital for the youth that can be recalled in the future, at least we can't leave it blank. Perhaps, many years later, when we are sitting alone on a park bench, we will smile at the corner of our mouth at sunset. This lonely image seems to make passers-by in the past sympathize. However, who can appreciate our wonderful journey at that time? We are sitting in the carriage of memories, and we are on a journey of happy memories without stopping. We will remember a winter night, when snowflakes were still floating outside the window, and the family were talking about the family around the stove. While doing needlework, my mother told me to learn to take care of myself when I was studying abroad. I was reading a collection of thread-bound ancient poems and didn't take my mother's words to heart at all. We will remember one summer, when the sunshine was mild, we walked to the corner of the stairs and bumped into the girl we had secretly loved for a long time. She had a bright face, and pretended not to see her passing by in a hurry, but she clearly printed a skirt with a blue background and white flowers that she was wearing that day. We will remember ...
We will remember all the memories related to youth. So, many years later, we face this commemorative album again, all we have to do is stroke these yellowed pages, and then, look at the afternoon sunshine and smile.
Song of Youth (Prose)
: Traffic jam
: When we put on the wings full of sunshine, stay in the youth post station, and push open the door of light and hope with Peng Pai's blood and hands welcoming the sun. So the end of all the journey to find youth has become a new beginning.
: The journey of youth makes us have too many pursuits, and it becomes an oath in our hearts to find and experience the light of youth. We have carried our ideals for countless times, and set out with the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road to youth is still very long, and maybe the road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns. However, we can take our ideals as the classics and actions as the latitudes, and make unremitting strides towards distant goals.
: In the tunnel of time, we hope to drill the sky out of blue with sharp eyes, and let the excited heart shoot through the endless sky like a sharp arrow and shoot into the high and far universe. Looking forward to all the people who are with us