In our youth, we always like to show our hearts confidently and boldly, and show our fragile, strong and sentimental feelings to everyone like an exhibition, telling everything. Try to infect others' hearts. We will clap our chests and swear to say those sunshine vows that may be gone in a few hours. To put it mildly, it is frivolous, to put it mildly, it is infinitely brave.
We were very sensitive when we were young. Those brave and exposed hearts mentioned above are often sad. "Sensitivity" and "courage" seem to be far apart. Come to think of it, they are still related. It is our sensitivity that contributes to these sorrows, so when we are sad, even if it is some common and ordinary phenomena, it will inevitably hurt the spring and grieve for the autumn, and then use the style we think is infinitely melancholy to knock on the QQ space with the keyboard. However, maybe we will look back at these articles many years later, and maybe our mouths will rise and our intestines will regret it. Youth, not the kui is youth!
Maybe I love political lessons so much that it's hard to erase those concepts about youth from my mind. What is "half mature, like an adult"? I always think I have grown up, so I always want to pretend to be mature. If you really grow up, what are you pretending? ! It's really semi-mature, but we pretend to be mature and childish than anything else.
Hey, I haven't grown up yet! We just waver on the dividing line between "naivety" and "maturity". Look, am I depressed again?
I think the above words are more like those written by someone who has experienced adolescence, like an old woman looking at the boundless sky and remembering her youthful years full of flowers, right? Right?
Never has an essay made me think so much, because it is the most authentic, what I want to write, and what I am experiencing, like patting my chest and talking to my heart with my mouth. However, I think I know youth better than anyone else. Perhaps, perhaps, we are the people who know the least about youth. I may have to wait until I become a semi-old Xu Niang before I can write something more convincing. I always feel that I know better than anyone, but sometimes we may be the last to understand.
So, what songs should we sing for our youth? R & ampb？ Bruce is not sure. That's right, help yourself! Whistle, snap your fingers, hum an unknown song,