Our Youth: Chapter One
I have seen that youth is a red sun, so warm and dazzling, which reminds me of a sunny smile; I have heard that Youth is a short but eternal, beautiful, euphemistic and magnificent song, which reminds me of Jay whom we all like. Zhou. Sometimes, I sing "Rainbow" huskily and affectionately. Sometimes, it brings us exciting "Golden Flower", but have we read the Book of Youth?
Open the beautifully bound book of youth and turn directly to the table of contents and preface. We are always eager to be young, starting from the first page of the text. ...
Youth is "A", a pyramid with golden brilliance like the sun. It is so tall, majestic and majestic. The sun seems to be at the top of it, pouring it on the earth without stint, warming everyone's heart, and its dazzling brilliance attracts us to climb up and down!
Youth is "B", two hearts are linked together, two people are together, regardless of each other and gender. Friendship is just a simple and beautiful thing between two people, and has nothing to do with others.
Youth is "C", a broken crescent moon, hanging in the blue sky, despising everything. Youth can't be perfect, and there will be some flaws on any piece of jade. The incompleteness of youth is a beautiful memory, a memory engraved in the bottom of my heart. There is nothing wrong with incompleteness and regret in youth.
Youth is a "D", a harp, a harp that praises justice, beauty, kindness, friendship, and even a complex thing that we can't face yet-love. We can sing as much as we like, we can say loudly that I like the blue sky, and I like the monotony of the blue sky to the extreme; I like red flowers. I like red flowers that are tender. I like green leaves, like the futility of green leaves overflowing energy; I like the darkness, and I like the feeling that darkness makes people fear and decadent!
Youth is "e", a bookshelf, a bookshelf full of knowledge, a bookshelf waiting for others to discover and browse. How mysterious youth is. There seem to be too many books on the shelf for you to finish reading. The books on the shelf seem too difficult for me to understand.
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Close the book, when we were young, we were always so afraid of lengthy space. What I see and hear is youth? I don't know, youth is like a gorgeous and sad book, waiting for us to read it carefully.
Our Youth: Chapter 2
Awaken youth
The autumn wind incited the fallen leaves to fly all over the sky, and it was me who was spinning in the fluttering shutters. My dream is frozen and blocked on the edge of autumn. My heart is full of melancholy, like red beans born in the south, so helpless. I am so helpless that my heart seems to be wrapped in the cool autumn. The frowning brows blocked my heart window, and the gentle piano sound could not resolve the sadness in my heart. Empty thoughts are like a deserted desert. ...
I once saw clearly in a vague dream that there were no trees, no houses and no people on the wide and boundless avenue, only a lonely shadow ran forward endlessly and aimlessly. ...
Lost and searching, I set sail again and made a promise to life. What matters is my awakened youth.
Harvest youth
Because we are young, we can laugh brightly and cry sadly, and we can weave a touching story; Because I am young, I have the leisure to count the stars under the stars, and I have the great ambition to serve my country faithfully. All this is enough for those who are struggling in the world to envy. Compared with them, we have less helplessness and more pure and romantic youthful passion. In my opinion, youth is fertile soil, ideal is the only seed, and faith is unremitting cultivation. If we lose our seeds and give up farming, we will have nothing. Therefore, we must sow early, work hard early, and soon, we will look forward to harvesting the fruits of youth we expect.
Touching youth
One day, I stood on the balcony and suddenly found a yellow butterfly lying motionless in the corner of the balcony. Looking at this butterfly that died I don't know when, I had this reverie: perhaps, she once enjoyed the caress of nature happily and danced for the fallen leaves; When winter came, she stayed to wait for the last sunshine and longed for spring, but in the end she couldn't resist the cold wind and died here. However, she is still full of hope. She still firmly believes that if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Look, her little head tilted back seems to say to me, "I didn't wait until spring, but I worked hard for it, and I don't regret it!" " "I was deeply moved by this little butterfly.
Yes, youth is like this! Collection moved, moved by youth!
Our Youth: Chapter 3
I have heard countless poems praising youth and read countless articles expressing youth feelings. And what is the youth we are looking for? What is the youth we found? I don't know. Maybe it's because she is too abstract to give her a complete definition in simple words. In my heart, youth is always a rare art, which makes people feel like listening to the melodious Xiao Guan and smelling the fragrance of roses, lying on a thick velvet blanket, as thick as water, as light as smoke and as light as clouds. ...
I especially like Liu Yong's sentence "Wandering because of youth" and "Growing up is a beautiful pain"; I especially like Zhang Xiaoxian's "We Are Ugly Ducks" about the innocence and ignorance of young people, especially the truthfulness and frankness of Jing M Guo's "A Dream with Several Flowers Falling" and his sentence "Youth is a kind of bright sadness"; I like the story of Sahara written by Sanmao when he was young, but I like these simple but not simple young people, and their words and feelings for no reason.
Youth never has its boundary, but it is a very cold boundary, which means a pure beauty, whether it is sadness or happiness, past or present, or future. ...
Then I remembered my deskmate who was as simple as a bottle of mineral water at school. On graduation day, she blinked her big eyes and asked me seriously: "After graduation, we went our separate ways. What should I do if I miss you?" I looked at her face that was more naive than a blooming flower and said to her, "You can call me!" " "She nodded hard and said, good, good, it's a deal. I think I will call you when I miss you ... I think of the diligent Dayao, the lovely Xu Xian like a doll, the winter and winter and the grass that are loyal to others, and the happy time when we went to school with our schoolbags on our backs ... I think of the scene when they were around me when I came back from illness and handed me a bottle full of folded little stars. I almost cried ... Youth, even tears were so happy!
I don't want to walk through the noisy neon city. I like to walk by the river alone. Staring at the faint moon in the silent night, blinking at the twinkling stars, listening to the gentle waves rippling in the river, let the breezes linger on your face, hands and clothes. There are several weeping willows standing on the river bank in a patchwork way. The quiet shadows of the trees are swaying in the water, and the soft branches are bathed in the moonlight, like the arms of a beauty, intertwined and holding each other ... This beautiful night scene, coupled with the purity, softness and tranquility of the moon, will definitely remind people of many past events that they thought they had forgotten but always remembered. Thinking about thinking, I will smile and burst into tears, full of emotion and happiness. I don't want to believe it, but I know that good things really can't stand luxury. Like youth.
My intimate friends often say that good things are always fleeting, just like a meteor fleeting, just like a casual epiphyllum. When they appear, they are really beautiful and exciting, but they are only gorgeous for a moment, such as youth ... I can only say that enough is enough, and regret is also beautiful. Because of this, youth is more precious. ...
Our Youth: Chapter 4
Youth is a swimming, treading on thin ice and trembling.
We must grasp those fears of instability,
Firmly move towards the warm season of dreams.
First of all, music
Anne once wrote in the preface of Lotus that "the tunnel of memories brought by music connects the blue sky, the scorching sun, the clear spring of snow and ice, and the remote villages reached in the vast canyon", but for me, those simple notes turned into mysterious black holes, sucking the outline of time and space, and the beautiful fragments hidden in the cracks suddenly sucked away and dispersed the soul, making a grand farewell.
My mother's original intention was to hope that I could achieve something in music, but when I was young, I was addicted to colorful colors and preferred art. On a hot summer afternoon, a person took a car to the Children's Palace to learn the piano, but turned around halfway and sneaked home, quietly locked myself in the attic, brought out the changing colors at will, and swam in the interpretation of paints and lines. At that time, my mother was blind and paranoid, and she was not willing to fail in all aspects. When I realized that I couldn't get away with typing, we began to argue hysterically.
At that time, black and white keys seemed to be a boring lattice, no longer just the shackles of fingers.
Then, sudden changes broke my life which I thought would be dull and stable. Fierce disputes and contradictions were concentrated in complex betrayal and ambiguous right and wrong, followed by rough days scattered all over the world. Sleeping wearily on the train going south with my father, I dreamed that the bus passed under the green forest tree. The gentle wind made my face itch slightly, and the bright and fine light from my head came into my pupil. There are too many cold regrets left in the corner of my eyes when I wake up, and those ordinary details will never be pieced together neatly. The stubbornness and indifference in the character gradually became obvious, and I began to like to live alone. There is a small room, refusing the light source, thinking all night, sleeping on the wet floor in confusion and fatigue.
Music is both a talker and a listener, without any complicated words or gestures, as long as healthy ears open this channel. French chansons and Buddhist scriptures are preferred, and the breakthrough of emotional catharsis will occasionally give you a dripping pleasure. A fortress built by music, collecting scales peeled off on the growth path of thorns. With blood and passion, we climbed to the top and smiled at the red sun. Life is rough, and we are refraining from mixing stronger and more blind drugs.
Second, the text
Writing is always a lonely and forbearing persistence.
At five o'clock in the morning, file, leave the Internet cafe. The dense water vapor hitting the skin is a moist tide, which has completely faded the cold and tear in winter. The dignified style outlines a particularly peaceful atmosphere, and the outline of the building is blurred in the increasingly thick smog. I stood on the empty street, and the shadows captured by vision blended quietly and penetrated into the deepest silence. The fallen leaves across the season fall on my colorful scarf, just like time tears off the original face, suppressing the short-lived pain under the nascent cortex.
As a result, life began to grow old with a roaring attitude.
Living in this city, it is difficult to make a living by talking a little, and the little feelings about youth are repeatedly flogged and analyzed, and bloody wounds are exposed and exhibited. The rented house is in a winding alley, and the slight noise will make the stubborn dog bark when it returns, disturbing others, so I stopped in the alley, took off my shoes and socks and walked back barefoot. The weather is wet and cold. Slightly cracked slate, wet and greasy moss in the crack on the ankle, you will find it by soaking in hot water.
After washing, I put on red and white student clothes, carried a huge and heavy schoolbag, and went to school in the white fog. The city is gradually waking up, the tall French phoenix tree has already adapted to the new life after transplantation, and the abrupt branches are hard to support. The neat magnolia street lamp, the halo is scattered by the air with uneven density, which can't illuminate the road I can't see through. The bakery near the school has opened. As usual, I went in and bought a box of egg tarts for breakfast. The delicate bagel is made of bright yellow roasted egg yolk, which is as attractive as seventeen years old. The shop assistant is a girl with a ponytail, and her uniform is neatly tied with a bow tie in the shape of a butterfly, which is refreshing and energetic.
It seems more suitable for the age of seventeen than me.
I am used to talking in the dark, dreaming that a warm place with flowers in all seasons will come at last. Even if wrinkles are like ravines, those that have already bloomed will be written into gorgeous chapters, and the breath of spring will give birth to hope again.
Three. exile
Perhaps the death of a guest from another country is also a happy death.
I dreamed of running with all my strength, and the wind lifted my clothes like the wings of a thorn bird that finally swooped to make money. The original sin and bondage carried by the world are thrown away in the transcendence of speed. Walking around in this hope and looking around, I think there will always be an angel's outstretched wing in the warmed light, which will eliminate all troubles, scruples and pains with powerful magic.
However, expecting too many times will always make you very tired.
There are complicated railway sections and complicated place names in the test paper. I can't write any accurate answers, but I am cowardly and fulfilled my escape heart. Say what you want to give your fate to heaven and take a chance. Is there such a thing as death and afterlife? Without informing anyone, I packed my simple luggage and forcibly set foot on the train going south, which was hasty and abrupt. After this cowardly evil root suffered more cruelty in reality, it lost a wave in the game that was disrupted by hand. I was robbed of my property at a station in a different place. I was so thirsty that I spared some time to see the mountain spring. Because of the rain, the smell of soil in the water still poured into my throat. I told you all the good things in the night market. After washing the bowl for six hours, my fingers were swollen, so I was full. Even if I sold the rest, I didn't care. I wolfed it down.
Survival is really in front of you.
Noisy Noisy In this bustling city, strange smells seize every nerve at night, and it is unsafe to walk on the homeland. There are so many people passing by, there are no familiar faces in the laughing and cursing expressions, and there is no expectation that God will reach out and drag you out of the mire. At that moment, I suddenly realized that the so-called redemption has nothing to do with others. Everyone is responsible for his own life, and no one has the obligation to save anyone.
At the end of June, for the sake of meager salary, I ran around with cheap labor and finally bought a return ticket. Ill-planned exile ends in a hurry by wandering, and then you have to face all the life that has been reversed by leaving and suffer hardships.
I always believe that the inevitable disasters and collisions in fate are inevitable, and every breakthrough is the accumulation of tempering. When we climb to the top and overlook the vastness under our feet, when we look back on our past lives, we will be proud of our success again and again. In your youth, you are doomed to encounter bitter wound erosion, and you are doomed to bear the cruel reality of blood shed, but how can you survive the sunny days in the future if you shrink back too early?
Life is the most beautiful gift God has given us, so we should live bravely!
Our Youth: Chapter 5
Our name is youth, which is as beautiful as flowers, as pure and beautiful as dreams, and as full of vitality as spring. We have lost our childishness and stepped into the flower-like season. We spin the brisk dance steps, leaving passion and pleasure on the growing picture. We picked up a brush filled with oil paints and outlined the trajectory of our dreams. ...
We are like flowers, blooming beautifully and competing in various ways. We are as beautiful as lotus, but we are not stained with mud, clear but not demon, and keep our purity; We are as confident as sunflowers, blooming in the sun, always holding our heads high and revealing fragrance to everything; We are as proud as plum blossoms, independent in the snow and ice, arrogant and unyielding to any force, and always remain true to ourselves; We are as beautiful, charming, bright and brilliant as roses, flying like butterflies and bees. Yes, we are like flowers, blooming with fate. Whether it is sunny or rainy, we should show every elegance wholeheartedly. Even if it withers, even if it degenerates, it will turn into spring mud, with no regrets.
We are like a dream, coming and going in a hurry, but full of fantasy, purity and beauty, mixed with excitement and loss, laughter and tears, happiness and hesitation. Youth without dreams is like a blue sky without white clouds, a sea without sails, a mountain without waterfalls, and an idyllic countryside. There is no new green in spring, no cicadas in summer, no red leaves in autumn and no snow in winter. The world will be full of loneliness and desolation. Let us plug in the wings of dreams, let the thoughts of youth fly, and let us draw the picture of life. Tomorrow's sun will be brilliant for us!
We are like spring, full of vitality, like jointing bamboo shoots, tenacious and upward; We are full of green like spring, full of new hope like new shoots. Our breath fills every corner of the world, so everything has vitality, the earth wakes up, the ice and snow melt, willow branches sprout, grass grows, yinger flies, the Spring Festival dances with the rhythm of soft wind, and the spring breeze sings with the rhythm of running water. Our dreams and passions can really touch the world!
Our name is youth, full of passion, full of dreams, full of innocence and vitality. Although short-lived, it is brilliant and radiant, which can breed the hope of life, embody the beauty of life, lay the cornerstone of life and enlighten the future of life!