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We all have fervent youth. Maybe it is what we * * * pursue, * * * love and * * * hope, but it is not eternal. Youth is fragile glass, once broken, it cannot be picked up. Youth is a melodious tune. Once you hear it, you cannot forget it. Youth is a staged play. Once it begins, it is full of memories. Many people say that youth is the most precious thing, but I think there seems to be nothing we can do about it. We can only watch it die quietly, take away a little sadness, take away bursts of happy memories, take away the summer we walked together, and take away the century we embraced together. But we can only cry, sigh, grieve and watch it leave calmly, and it is so light.
In our high-spirited era, the sky was pure and light blue, like human eyes, shining and longing. Now we are walking on the road of youth, the sky at that time is noisy and blue, like a city with neon lights, beautiful and mysterious. When we walk through the path of youth, the sky at that time is quiet and dark blue, looking like a child who doesn't know how to rebel.
I can't see sad eyes, crystal tears and lost youth. Can't we really let our youth stay? Can we just watch it leave quietly? Can we only enjoy the youth that we have talked about for thousands of times in our dreams with fleeting time? Is it true that youth must come and go in a hurry for everyone? Perhaps "7" generation will say in a steady tone that this is the rotation of the annual ring of time, and he, they, you, you and even me and us can't change it. Perhaps the post-8s generation will say with a rebellious eye and a faint sad tone that the feast of youth has come too fast, and we must perform it heartily on the stage of youth in the fastest time, even if it is just a gesture of looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and then bursting into tears, even if it is only with a vision that the world can't understand, people should applaud for you and applaud hard in the short youth! But I will say that youth will not last forever, and there is no need to perform. Even if we look around in confusion on the stage after the "8 s", even if we are still a group of birds whose wings are not yet full, we still have our own youth and pride. We don't care whether others applaud, whether we can extend the time limit for leaving youth, what kind of eyes others have, not necessarily rebellious, not necessarily sad, not necessarily sentimental, not necessarily. We don't have to be ambitious, have lofty sentiments, let the world see that we are using incomprehensible sunshine, and live under a thick mask. Even on the stage where thousands of people pay attention, we have to breathe sweet air, and we have to cry, regardless of the aestheticism of posture or the sadness or happiness of the ending. We like to use our own Martian language, and we like different non-mainstream. Similarly, we also deeply love the "7s" that moved us, gave us a stage, gave us a surprise, and gave us a moving "8s" that cannot be copied. We are also attached to the warmth of Xi Murong, the sadness and sharpness of Han Han and Jing M.Guo. After all, we are on the road that they all walked. Maybe we won't use gorgeous words to render our stage, maybe we won't fill our youth with sadness, we just live truly, live with flesh and blood, live without consideration, we show our own unique personality, or make public or be gentle, but we can say loudly that only we are unique in the whole world!
I know, in fact, the post-9s generation are just a group of children who need love and are eager to love. After all, we are still immature, developing and on the road of youth!
Time turns cherry red and banana green, which makes the dream of the whole world come true. The road to youth is at my feet, a tenacious sowing and a sincere face. Time has brought me to the intersection of youth, and I will grasp my own road to youth.
Youth is beautiful. It allows me to put on wings to pursue my ideals. On the road of youth, the realization of the ideal will not be smooth sailing, and there are countless difficulties and dangers. It requires us to build a solid subgrade with sweat, guide the way forward with faith, and open the journey of hope with wisdom. Youth is the flower season, full of warmth, care, flowers and applause; Youth is also the rainy season, full of swamps, mud, tears and bumps. If you are not careful, you will lose your way forward, wander aimlessly on the road of youth, and take a wrong road.
Flowers are beautiful and applause is intoxicating, but please don't forget your responsibility, go your own way and sing your own songs. No longer indulge in flowers and applause, no longer infatuated with the man of the hour; No longer love mysterious nature, find your true self, and rise step by step in the fierce competition. Get rid of once impetuous and uneasy, and let today's pragmatism show my true self.
Perhaps, the frustration in life, the pain in study and the friction in making friends with others will all affect our mood and make us feel disappointed, empty and confused. But don't give up on yourself and stagnate. These are just pebbles on the road of youth and won't trip us up. We should treat these unpleasant things as dirt on our bodies, shake them down as much as possible, pad them on the uneven places on the road, and pave a wide avenue.
The road to youth will be boring. Learning makes us give up a lot, makes our biological clock completely disordered, and makes our sacred scriptures very nervous. However, youth also has its beauty, which needs our heart to understand.
Youth has a long way to go. Let's radiate the flame of longing, burn the passion in our hearts, and let joy return to our tired hearts. There are joys and sorrows, colors and fragrance, flowers and fruits. This is the road to youth.
Brush away yesterday's fanaticism and impetuousness with your hands, hold today's persistence and silence with your heart, and take the road of youth.
On both sides of youth, on the opposite side of life, there are always people who say, "Look there, look far away, take your own road, take a promising road and take a beautiful road in the future."
when 28 was vigorous but sneaking down, I was feeling extraordinary, but I was calm and didn't expect it. Even in 29, when I was in Spring Festival travel rush, judging excellent students, on business trips, on vacation, and when I was one year older by all means, I still forgot to write a summary to pay homage to that year that just passed.
It wasn't until one day that Jingjing took an excerpt from Lamb's BLOG on the Internet and complained to me that "Little White Hat led a tall man with a happy trance in his eyes" that she reminded me to put down my report on work, work summary, business calculation, capital increase application, board proposal, trade union plan, etc., close the stock trading screen, open Lamb's BLOG, and accidentally found his hearty summary: ".
I always appreciate the writing style of Lamb. Let me take this as a topic, lend flowers to offer Buddha, and give back to my past, my 28.
1. We are singing while walking.
There is a song in Wang Fanrui called Time Shot Me. I am very touched by the title of this song. When one day, you become an adult from childhood, you become a taxpayer from an ivory tower, you can laugh and ignore the world from being young and ignorant in a dormitory with eight people, and you feel urgent and helpless when you stand on the CBD tower in the capital, we, the time and space that we once traveled, hit unsuspecting childhood, teenagers and youth year after year, so in 28, we finally felt the pain when we became the backbone of society.
you still have to walk, and if you don't move forward, you will go backwards. People say that "Zhao" means walking quickly in ancient Chinese, but "walking" in ancient Chinese actually means running. So at that time, the surname "Zhao" was estimated to refer to those ancestors who were flying with flying steps. And I, the well-deserved surname "Zhao". In the fourth quarter of 28, my parents moved to Beijing to live with me temporarily. I rented a two-bedroom apartment, which is a nice community. They watched me eat at home for four or five months, but I was busy ten times and asked me to "eat well and sleep more". Dad said, "Sleep leads to a long life", and I said, "Sleep wastes time". That's the feeling of derailing my own time, and time, like a pistol forced on my heart, makes me run away.
28, the most lacking, time.
second, one step slower than friends
Ji Hong lamented to me that she had no house, car, money, job, husband and children, so she made me sigh that at the beginning of my life, it was not planned like this. When you graduate from high school, you plan to get married after graduating from college; When I graduate from college, I plan to get married after my master's degree; When I graduate from my master's degree, I plan to get married when I find BF; After changing BF, I plan to get married before 3; When I am close to 3 years old, I think the plan will be used at the top, and I will talk about it when I am 3 years old.
Jingjing got married at lightning speed, bought land and cars thrifty, and became a civil servant's wife like a living person. Xinxin has become a mother with lightning speed, and can no longer do the barbaric act of crossing Changbai Mountain alone on foot; I remember that Xue Xue and I seem to have just sent Juanzi a wedding present, and in the blink of an eye, the next generation of Juanzi has giggled at me in the photo; I haven't seen Xue Xue for a long time, but I heard from Lamb that both families are already planning a wedding ... Is time running out, or am I slow? The little girl who made makeup for the host at the company's annual meeting called my sister on the phone. When she first met, she said with trepidation, "Am I mistaken? You seem to be younger than me." I think, self-righteous looking at youth will be my only excuse to stay.
28, the most sensitive, marriage.
Third, we all carry bricks to work
"None of us live for ourselves. We all carry bricks to work, but some are bigger and some are smaller." -quoting lamb BLOG《28, walking on the edge of youth "
to spread out the feeling of going to work. It was the whole process from ignorance to heaviness, heaviness to arduousness, arduousness to depression, repression to counterattack, and counterattack to achievement. It was a year of hard work. If there is no process, just caring about the leap from ignorance to achievement seems to be enough reason to be gratified; And the process itself, that kind of experience and aftertaste, makes me mature and wise, and I have unlimited desires. Lily said that "a mean boss will make your progress", trying to make me understand the truth that one success will make a million bones dry. I said that what I really want is not eternal death, I just want to have my own way. It may be just pressure for a lamb to carry bricks to work, but in fact, pressure occasionally turns into a weapon.
28, the heaviest, work.
fourth, my ideal
I don't have any ideal. My ideal is to make everyone satisfied or dissatisfied, just like the character in my bones: weak and rebellious. When I was in primary school, the topic of my composition was "My Ideal", which was written year after year and changed year after year, in order to build an ideal for writing; When I was in junior high school, my parents asked me to be a doctor. I refused to help the wounded because I was afraid of the scene of "death". When I was in high school, I rebelled and decided to choose the liberal arts major in order to be the enemy of the world. When I was in college, I loved arguing, and the debate speech dominated the limelight. In the end, I pursued the stupid saying that "silence is golden"; When I was a graduate student, I looked down on the government, state-owned enterprises and banks, and I had to enter the so-called developers. When I failed in the civil service exam, I felt depressed and my future was slim. After graduation, I entered a well-known developer, but I couldn't stand the loneliness and wanted to go out to start a business. Finally, the cloud mountain fog cover entered the central enterprise; Now my ideal is to be a housewife, stay at home, raise dogs, write novels, love my husband and feed my children. What exactly is an ideal? What is not realized is called ideal.
28 is the most boring and ideal.
5. Smell the youth and let's go.
I'm old, so I got a beauty card. I am old, so I am in a trance of anxiety and seemingly calm longing; I am old, so I am annoyed that I am still so amorphous; I am old, so I mourn for my 28 memorial, and then I have to forget it again. Because, I am still on the road, travel-stained and non-stop. I'm really afraid to look back, and I'm afraid I'll be eaten by tigers and wolves chasing after me. I'm really afraid to look back, and I'm afraid to stop for the beautiful scenery on the roadside when I look back; I am really afraid to look back, afraid that I will forget the feeling of hunger, thirst and anxiety in my heart; I'm really afraid to look back and see the real past. I'm afraid I'll regret it.
I smelled the youth, but I forgot it. I continued ...
In 29, it fell like thunder. Fortunately, I caught up.
[1] Journey
I think I am a child forgotten by the season. I always don't believe that spring has come until the peach blossoms bloom, I always believe that it is summer after the summer vacation begins, I suddenly realize that autumn has arrived until the leaves fall, and I always sigh that winter has come so quickly after the first snow ...
I am far away from the season when it passes, because I can't let go. I can't let go of the people I have seen, the road I have traveled, and all the lost memories, whether it is bright or sad.
My friends always say that I miss the past too much. I smile, and then I look up at the sky and think of my favorite poem-"I am looking for tomorrow on a lonely bridge, but I can't help looking back and reviewing my preface again and again." I like this poem because it depicts real youth.
youthful journey to the south, heading north, stubbornly refuses to stop. On the way, leave hope or wounds.
I don't know how far ahead, and I don't know if I can see Na Pianhai over this mountain. I only know that whether I am wandering in a confused country or struggling on the edge of sadness, I will eventually dry my tears and move on on my own road.
In the journey of youth, everyone has no choice but to move forward. I think the scenery in this journey will definitely make me deeply moved. I think those moving moments will never be discarded, because I still can't let go.
Youth or journey to the south finally disappeared out of my sight. I can't stop it, but I still have memories. I will collect all my stories. Youth is gone forever, but at least my heart is full of sweetness ...
[1] It didn't rain that day, but a rainbow appeared in the sky, a shallow section, hanging high in the sky.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, seven colors of light pour together, just like the fireworks that are about to dissipate and freeze in an instant. Red passion, orange happiness, yellow desire, green freedom, blue melancholy, purple emptiness, dark blue depression ...
Time began to go backwards at that moment.
In my memory, the green bristlegrass catches the sunset, and the world is full of my childhood happiness.
rainy days are happy, and I will push and shove with my friends.