Youth, as many people have said, I don't know how to describe my youth. Describe me as a cold potion injected into my blue blood vessels with a drip bottle, which was injected for a long time and forgotten in the corner.
(A) black, reminiscence, regression
I know that memories will make people stagnate, but I still stubbornly watch time pass by me and leave me alone. It took away all the light and plunged me into deep darkness and loneliness. I sat on my knee and buried my head in my arms. Try to recall that the pile of things sneaked through the wall while I was unprepared, leaving only memories of broken smells. Constantly looking for traces left by it when it escaped.
Finally, I picked up the debris it left on the road. Sophora japonica lined with white flowers, fluffy dandelions blooming on the lawn, mysterious and clever, obscure words. And those people and things, those tears that don't know where to scatter, are released at intervals in my pale mind like rotten films.
"Forget who, remember who, from beginning to end, count again, whether there is waste." This is Faye Wong's song. Recall those sad people, those pale years, weak youth. I still remember those pictures full of aggregation, dispersion and tears, and the western hills with tombstones. I'm at a loss. Things are different now, or things are different.
Melancholy years
(2) Green, Music and Purity
"I miss the simple and beautiful little happiness in the past." With her unique and pure voice, Yanzi performed the nursery rhyme "The sky is black" very beautifully. I think of Yang Shulin in front of my grandfather's old house. That kind of vigorous tree.
Yanzi's music is different from Faye Wong's. Faye's singing reminds people of the strange and enchanting black manto and colorful neon. Stephanie's singing is like calla lily, half-open, white and tasteless, but easy to wither. Pure.
I think green is the purest color. So before moving into my new home, I asked my mother to paint the four walls of my bedroom light green. Then my mother specially hung linen curtains with beige background, grass green and dark green flowers.
I have a big house with large French windows. Plain and ordinary lyrics and songs have no features, but Stefanie's perfect interpretation of her pure and clean voice makes this "Perfect Day" exude a faint green luster. It is the purest and closest to the true color of youth.
Music painted my youth with a touch of pure green.
(3) Purple, words and nightmares
From the 50-word composition in the first grade of primary school to the graffiti that is being completed now, words have accompanied me on this road of youth for a long time.
Have the habit of keeping a diary. Because it's always too lonely. Complete a lonely self-report and write your feelings and opinions that are not recognized by the public. Then I hope someone can read my diary and understand the strong feeling and great emptiness under my emptiness. Complete this potential conversation.
I don't like to reveal my feelings to people around me. Because no one will simply comfort or sympathize with our loss.
I like poetry, but I don't want to write. Anne Baby said: "Writing poetry needs our inner strength more than writing any other style." Poetry is noble in nature, and most people in the world are kitsch. It is written by ordinary people, and what is written is questioned by others. Your poems are constantly sought after, and no one comments on them, which is even more rare.
A friend wrote a good poem, even a century-old poem. Because it is too good, it is suspected. But from the perspective of a pure observer, I admire him very much. Facing the impetuous crowd, flustered mind and empty thoughts, I have the courage to keep a pure soul to express my feelings. Rare.
Like purple. Deep purple hides great depth in boredom and darkness. Just like the words of Zhang Ailing and Su Tong. Under the gloomy beauty, the biting cold is aggressive. Light purple is bright and calm, but sad and empty. Just like Zhang Xiaoxian and Ye Qingcheng said. Quiet and plain, but it makes people want to stop.
A vicissitudes of life nightmare, a sad purple, a drifting sadness.
(4) White and emotionally stable
The teacher said that boys at the age of 16 or 17 should be unruly and strive to be top students. But I yearn for that one, that one is quiet. Quiet. In the complicated years, we need that peace. Settle your mind. Epiphany.
So I thought of Zhuang Zhou's metaphysics and preached the theory of inaction.
There is a sentence in the prose collection of a female writer: stand in a quiet position and be a speechless person. A person who can't speak is not a failure or cowardice, but knows that there is no absolute right or wrong in the world. Everyone has a standard in mind. There is no absolute judgment and concept of right and wrong. Because human nature has no such ability. Those positive or negative views are just people's own wrong arguments.
Face all the sufferings that have passed, are enduring and are coming with a calm mind.
"After the storm, there may not be a beautiful sky. If it is not sunny, there will be a rainbow. " There is no end to the suffering of disasters, so we should meet everything with a peaceful mind. Growth and desire always run counter to each other
I saw several blackbirds in the opposite library, spreading their wings and flying in the bleak wind under the gray sky. Leave a sad but gorgeous arc under the sparse sky.
Instantly melancholy, for those ethereal past events, if something is lost.
Those depravities and depravities that stem from desire can bring great comfort and satisfaction to people. But if you try to reduce your desires and learn to be indifferent, you can become a clean and rigid creature.
Although I like quiet, I always deliberately make public in the crowd. For fear of silence. Silence, emptiness and loss in the turbulent crowd will come at me like a black wave, crushing my weak defense. Those pains will also be involuntarily revealed.
Quiet mood, empty flowers bloom wantonly.
(E) the outcome, messy, disappointed
I want to drift to the other side of the earth and be a pioneer. Open your own world. Then watch the fleeting time slip through your fingers.
There are too many things to stick to, too many things to forget, too many things to understand, too many things to break free.
Too much to let go, too much to experience, too much to be ignorant and too much to be bound.
Rain falls, flowers bloom, rot and die. Everything is predestined. In the face of doomed things, choosing to escape is equal to choosing to be more painful.
Where are the youth and years left behind?
Excellent composition about youth 2 1
"Meet, I really want you to go. It is a good exercise opportunity for you. " The head teacher pretended to beg, but her tone was not begging at all.
"Then I'll think about it!" Xiangyue can't resist the head teacher, and she doesn't want to waste too much time on the head teacher she hates the most.
"I am waiting for your reply." The head teacher walked into the office without looking back.
"Dude,' weighing scale' didn't do anything to you!" Zhang Yaojie trotted to Xiang Yue standing at the door of the classroom. Yao Jie is Xiang Yue's best buddy, best friend and her only friend. She is also Zhang Yaojie's only and best friend. You know, in this noble school, all the students with status, background and money at home are talented students. For the children of two ordinary families, Li Xiangyue and Zhang Yaojie, it is even more difficult to make more friends by studying here with their grades. Therefore, these two "people with the same life" naturally came together and became iron buddies that lightning could not open. As for the "scales", of course, their class teacher likes them because of their good grades, loves the poor and the rich, and often ignores them.
"It's okay," Xiang Yue reluctantly smiled. She doesn't want people around her to worry about her.
"Is this' OK'? I just heard it here! She asked you to be a substitute again, didn't she? It's hateful, knowing that you hate being on duty at school, but also letting you be, the reason is still' a girl doesn't want to be'! No way! I want to argue with her! " Yao Jie said angrily and walked in the direction of the office.
"Don't go!" Sweet month hurriedly come forward to stop YaoJie, "not to say that has been considered? Besides, I don't want to make a mountain out of a molehill. " Xiang Yue wanted to say "and you may face the crisis of dropping out of school", but she was afraid that Sister Yao would really drop out of school on impulse and ate this sentence alive.
"But ..." Yao Jie also want to say something.
"Well, class is coming soon, and you don't want to be scolded by the teacher, do you?" Xiang Yue just pushed Yao Jie to her seat, but her strength was not covered. "The big deal is that I will accompany you to' Spark Youth' after school!" Spark Youth is a ktv specially set up for minors. The price is reasonable and fun. Yao Jie really wants to play with his good friends, but Hunan and Guangdong are typical house girls. She seldom goes out, but she hasn't been there many times. Unexpectedly ... this is really a huge temptation!
"good!" Sister Yao agreed without thinking.
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"Meet, finally come once, just sing a song!" Yao Jie piled Hunan and Guangdong in the middle of the shared room and put the microphone into her hand.
"Sing, sing what?" Hunan and Guangdong were very nervous, and thick sweat came out on their foreheads.
"Just sing the store song" Spark Youth "with the spark of youth!" Yao Jie clenched his fist and looked at her begging for fear that she wouldn't agree.
"all right." Xiang Yue picked up the receiver and was about to sing, but stopped one second before Yao Jie called "Come on" for her. "How to sing Spark Youth?" She asked Yao Jie in a low voice.
"What a don't go out for a long time! I don't think she can sing the whole school! " Yao Jie thought, went to the sofa and picked up another microphone, and then went to Xiangyue: "I will sing with you."
"Let youth shine, let youth bloom sparks ..." The two voices combine tacitly and become the most striking pair in the private room.
"What fun today! Come back next week! " What comes out is the spark of youth, Xiang Xue said to Yao Jie.
"Didn't you say you were a house girl?" Yao Jie asked Xiang Xue doubtfully, but a smile appeared on her face.
"I used to be a house girl who stayed at home, but now I am a house girl who lives in the universe!" Xiang Yue said.
"That's not a downgrade? I can't believe that Hunan and Guangdong, which have always been better than me, have been downgraded! " Yao Jie is a little gloating.
"Zhang Yaojie! You ..... "Xiang Yue picked up a stick on the side of the road and hit Yaojie.
"Help! The tigress is going to kill someone! " Yao Jie has escaped.
"What did you say? ! You stop! " Hunan and Guangdong chase Yao Jie.
three
In Chinese class, Yao Jie secretly stuffed a paper ball from under the desk to Hunan and Guangdong. Xiang Yue opened the paper ball, which read:
Last time I went to Spark of Youth, I forgot to tell you one thing, that is, "I didn't expect the song you sang to be so beautiful!" "This is the real you, right? Don't be afraid, speak your mind bravely! I will support you!
Xiang Yue felt warm in his heart, so he clenched the paper ball and wanted to hold a force. She decided to tell the class teacher after class that she didn't want to be on duty!
"Let me announce the class cadres for everyone: the battalion chief, Ji ... the school is on duty, Li Xiangyue ..." When Xiang Yue heard that she was on duty, she was surprised: "Tian Ping said" she was on duty and didn't ask her for advice at all! She is more cruel to the head teacher!
"Ok, meet." The head teacher said to Xiang Yue, "You can go on duty with several other students this afternoon. Remember never to be late! " Said and walked away.
"Why? Why ... "Xiang Yue questioned the unfairness of the head teacher over and over again in her mind, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Duty time.
"What brings you here? Don't you hate being on duty? " Xiang Yue was surprised to see that Yao Jie was wearing a cuff that read "School duty".
"I consult with the teacher in charge, I come to school on duty. We are friends! Moreover, if you are a violent woman, other students in the class will bully me again! " Yao Jie said with a smile.
Xiang Yue wanted to laugh, but her eyes were dim.
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"Teacher, good! Zhang Wenxin, who is in charge of the school celebration performance, suddenly sprained his ankle. He will come to our class soon. What should I do? " Milan said anxiously.
"Then let's meet!" Lin Xiaoxin said. The person he hates most in his life is Xiang Yu. His family is obviously richer than hers and looks better than her. Why does she do better in every exam? Why?
"That's good. Wait for Hunan and Guangdong to go. " The class teacher said.
Hunan and Guangdong feel sour and want to cry.
"Teacher, I applied to go with Hunan and Guangdong." It was Yao Jie who said this.
"Then you go." The class teacher said.
Xiang Yue resisted the urge to cry and gave Yao Jie a grateful smile.
"Next program: Spark Youth. Performance class: Class 1, Grade 2. "
"Let youth shine, let youth bloom sparks ..." Xiang Yue and Yao Jie stood on the stage and sang affectionately, without any tension.
Xiang Yue secretly glanced at Yao Jie who was concentrating on singing. She knows that Yao Jie is the spark of her youth. It may not be the brightest, but it must be the warmest!
Excellent composition about youth 3 His words are dripping on small people, and only a little is enough to affect each other's joys and sorrows. Suddenly, an emotional seed fell from the sky and bloomed in the hearts of small people. All the senses were involved in the darkness, and the little people looked up at the driftwood suspended overhead in confusion, within reach. But the whole body seems to have lost its strength, and he has thrown himself into chaos. That way, you can't hear it. Men's language is getting farther and farther away, and all that remains is the rumble echoing in the void. Heart chug jump straight, a voice crashed into his heart, "wake up! Wake up! "
Little guy's awake.
My eyes are clear again, and the figure that has been hanging in front of me is more and more clear. It's the head teacher! I stood in awe and immediately turned positive. I never wanted the other party to see the slightest sign of distraction.
The head teacher licked his lips and continued his education. I didn't seem to notice. The heart is wide open, but the heart is unconsciously bumpy. I really want to pack it and throw it in the closet in my room. In this office, quietly facing the class teacher's eloquent tongue, let my mind only have sudden heavy sound, how can I make this heart a mess?
"Do you understand what I said?" Just as my mind was stirring, the voice of the head teacher exploded in my ear.
I was at a loss, but with a strange expression, I nodded calmly. The head teacher seemed very satisfied with my performance, and motioned me to go back to class, and then slowly tasted the famous tea on the table. I ran away with a guilty conscience, but as soon as I stepped out of the office door, my ears were clean in an instant.
Hallucinations, hallucinations. I thought like this, shaking my head and crossing the pale painted corridor.
It's a physical education class. The mid-term exam is very heavy, which makes the PE teacher very worried. However, it is necessary to lighten the exercise and make the students too tired, and cheer collectively. But the joy is short-lived, and the next step is to welcome the mid-term exam. The campus at this time is quiet and depressing. There was no one on the playground, and the mechanical sound of "handing out papers according to people", "starting exams" and "ending exams" came from the radio, which resounded throughout the campus. Out of the window, from time to time, there were several dog barks, which made people see things in a blur. I can't wait for the brick to fall from the window. Looking at the invigilator on the podium and looking at the mobile phone with relish makes people itch. Below, but no one dares to cheat openly. Who doesn't know that the invigilator is a complete acting school, paying close attention to the students while playing mobile phones. An empty classroom, a small gesture is enough to attract the attention of the people above.
Little people are rushing in layers of waves, and a boat is swept by ups and downs. The little man stood still, but his whole body was wet and his pale face was swollen. The pole on the boat was like a shaking chaff screen. It cleared up, but black fog enveloped the whole sky in a flash. Thick darkness, covered with a layer of lightning foundation, hangs relentlessly overhead. The waves are calm, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, the boat is drifting in the endless darkness, and the villain is staring. In the distance, where is the horizon? Blending with the sea and the sky, it is dark, when is the end, and what island can be saved. The little people felt the cold wave rushing to their bodies, and their bodies fell into the black sea and degenerated. He held his breath, tried to open his eyes and stamped his feet. There was a gray cloud in front of him, and he suspected that this was the only other shore. The cold touch passed through his fingertips, and he was careful not to break the only hope.
Got it! Okay, okay. Almost ... the little guy was overjoyed, suddenly full of hope and his whole heart, but he didn't see it. Behind that hope, there is a shadow holding a sneer and sneaking up.
The encouragement of the class teacher and the expectations of my classmates forced me to stand on the high spire and look down. There were thorns everywhere and crisscrossed. I can't jump. My heart in my chest is still pounding. It told me it wouldn't die. Standing on the steeple, my weakness will only lead to a violent blow from lightning. Struggle, I told myself, jump down, it will scratch my face and cut my skin, which is the end of black and blue. From the beginning, didn't I try to climb up and just stand at the highest point?
Yes, it is better to stick to my mark on the steeple than to fall into a thorn, even if the steeple accidentally pricks my hard feet. As for the wind and rain, I will be careful.
At this moment, my heart is beating, as if against me, trying to jump out of this heart enriched by smog. In my mind, distant memories turn into scrolls and slowly open at this moment. Mock, sneer, disdain, distrust, word for word, beat my chest.
Hold on! Hold on! The last one must be the winner!
Bang!
The ship broke and the black fog became heavier. The atrium became fragmented and thumped, and my ears only magnified it several times. Frustration and powerlessness haunt me and invade my whole body and mind. The body is growling and struggling.
Finally, finally there is hope! Yes, the gray coast, the villain will climb the gray coast soon! The cold touch flows in my heart, gradually freezing it on the rampage. He saw it, and he saw the damned devil again. The devil's strong cold breath suffocates the villain and walks on thin ice.
Let's make a deal. The devil said.
All right. The little guy heard his answer like this.
The devil smiled disdainfully at him. For the first time, Nuo Nuo felt that countless filth had been thrown at him, and his heart was covered with the shackles of poisonous snakes. Losing the chug sound, the little guy was surprised to find that his life seemed to be constantly leaking and could not spread on him. Sin flows away from the gap beside the desk, and pursed lips tremble.
"What are you doing?" A calm and powerful voice sounded behind me. I just looked up at the invigilator. The look in his eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses made me tremble.
"What's in the table?" He asked.
The contract is broken, and you and I have nothing to do with it. The devil smiled, and that smile was so ferocious in the eyes of the villain.
Don't. The little man was so weak at this time, he fell down, he returned to the starting point, thorns pierced his body, and the black ocean drowned his figure. The pain was injected 10 thousand times, but he never had the courage to save it. The steeple became a sharp cone that pierced his heart.