Chapter 1: Prose recalls youth for one second, one second, please give me one second. It's late, it's late, it's really late, forget it, forget it, I give up. In our youth, there was a person who loved, hated, forgot and loved. Now when I recall that youth, my mouth will smile, which is quite funny and not funny, but I think love at that time was just me and her playing house, right! We were teenagers at that time. Now, in a blink of an eye, after years of care, our career and life are slowly changing. We don't know if we don't look back. When we look back, we can combine them and write a book dedicated to youth.
We try to spend our time in junior high school.
At that time, we were two-faced, one was childish and the other was mature. We don't have much pressure in our hearts, and we won't worry about daily necessities. We have always been at the bottom, and we laughed. Nothing, because we have youth, we can be free and willful.
When you meet someone you like, you will let go. Whether the other person likes it or not, you will rush up desperately. For what? Idiot! We still have many years! If you fail after paying, take it out and put it in class. Tell it as a joke and laugh with your classmates and friends. You will find a new goal tomorrow. This aspect belongs to innocence.
In the third grade, when we meet the person we like, we will be ashamed and shy, so we can only pass small notes (small love letters) to others at the same table. A boy with high emotional intelligence in writing is sealed as a lover by a girl, and a boy who can't write poetry and express his feelings will only silently become her invisible guardian. A girl with high emotional intelligence in writing is sealed as a lover by a boy, and a girl who can't write poetry and express her feelings will only become his little angel silently. Love? At that time, a lot of childishness was not needed. As we all know, that skill is like a sunset. It will soon be dark at night, and only the moonlight will accompany you. A person is used to sentimentality, which is a mature worry.
After graduation, I began a new understanding of youth and began to try to adapt to new love. Of course, this is a long-term partner. I don't care when I meet some things, but I don't care now. When many things are together, I will burst into some temper, maybe I like it, and my youth is getting old.
The love we meet now, time will teach us, and then we will really cherish each other, but we have lost the protection of youth and can only be buried mercilessly by time. Because of some small quarrels, we lost some confidence in you, and we were stupid. We will wake up after the quarrel, but when we open our eyes, we will see that the tears in your eyes are not dry, but when we want to dry them, they disappear.
At the end of the story, I understand that neither you nor I are children in youth, and we can't get used to being naive. Finally, I want to get used to tolerance, but I lost you on the way to growth and buried my love with my own hands.
To you in youth, thank you for the years brought by youth and bury your love.
Chapter Two: Essay Inscription in Memory of Youth-Youth is like a flower.
At that time, you drove the donkey to my house almost every day in the midsummer sun. Occasionally, I sit in the back and follow you to your friend's place. Hold your waist and lie on your back. Very warm and comfortable. I said to myself, it's you. I like that you hold me, and I like that I hold you.
A few weeks ago, I could always sit in your co-pilot seat and come to my house or follow your friends. Every time I hold your hand, you always dislike letting you get in the way. But still hold me tight.
Now I can only sit on the bus every day, watching and thinking, and then crying.
We have come a long way, but we always repeat the past with familiarity. As you said, I always cling to the past and repeat it.
Freshman, we happily entered our respective universities and two cities. Military training is a compulsory course in universities. One day, I got a call from you and you told me something. You said your military training pants were torn, and you mended them with a needle. I said, really? You still know this. I thought, what a good boy. Later, you said to be my girlfriend. I said, I don't like boys who smoke. You lied to me that you don't smoke.
When we first met, I gave you a scarf, black and white. I knitted it myself. Ugly. It's the first time to knit a scarf. I washed it with gold spinning specially. But when I saw a delicate white scarf around your neck, you took it off quickly. You said you stole it from a friend, and now you have my knitting, so you brought it to me.
The first time we quarreled. The reason is not clear. It's my birthday in a few days, so sad that you didn't wish me a happy birthday. I sent you a text message, and it took you a few days to reply to me. You said that school was on holiday, you were playing at a friend's house, and your mobile phone was dead. I can easily believe it. So we made up.
Later, many girls' names appeared. An ex-girlfriend of yours, an ex-girlfriend of yours, and a current girlfriend of mine when I was with you. I just found out that the white scarf was tied for you by my current girlfriend. Later, later, you really only stayed with me. I asked, are you so tired? You said you were tired, so you just stayed with me. We started a love run. There are four weeks in a month, one or two weeks you come to my city by train for two hours, and the other week I go to your city by train for two hours. The rest of the week, I went home to see my mother, and you stayed at school to make videos with me.
At some point, your ex-girlfriend's name and your ex-girlfriend's name appeared again. I said break up. I won't answer your phone or listen to your explanation. You and your friends came to my school quietly. At the door, you called the doorman and said that I had a courier to pick it up at the school gate. I didn't take a nap as usual at noon, but I went to the doorman to get the courier because of such a phone call. A bunch of red roses. You begged me not to break up. You said all your friends were here, and I gave you some face. I gave you face, had lunch with you, and then went back to the dormitory with a big bouquet of roses. In the middle of the night, you have diarrhea It seems that your stomach has not been very good. You told me that you were afraid to wake me up, so after running to the toilet several times, you hid in the toilet and dared not come out. It was not until I woke up and called your name that you dared to come and hug me and say that my stomach was uncomfortable. The next day, I went to the hospital to hang water, and I left halfway because I had a class. I say this is karma, because you are not good to me, and there are always so many girls in your life that make me angry.
After this time, we have been good for a long time. There are endless words every day.
May Day is coming, which is the May Day of sophomore year. When we agreed to go out to play together, but I didn't want to, you were unhappy. Then your mobile phone is turned off for one day and one night. I play all day and all night. When you connected, you said that you had been at home and didn't want to turn on your cell phone. Now you are on your way back to school. I was very upset and thought something was wrong, but I didn't say anything. A few days later, you confessed to me that you were not at home that day and went to find another girl. She likes you and recognizes you as her brother. And you said you didn't want to lie to me. You thought I would say goodbye, so I already had the idea of being with that girl, but to your surprise, I said, I'll pretend nothing happened and we'll be together. After a period of time, more than a month, you have been wandering between me and her, saying good things at both ends, cheating and procrastinating. In the meantime, I went to your city and got off the train. We no longer hold hands naturally as usual, no longer talk as usual, but talk without saying a word. Remember, we were sitting on a bus, I said, as if we were looking back and then trying to remember or forget it. It is very deep. She calls in the middle of the night, but you don't answer. Turn it off. Before I leave, I ask you, will we still be together? You said you didn't know. I entered the station with tears in my eyes, got on the train and finally took the bus back to school. Tears blew on the boy's clothes next to my seat and got wet. I'm really sorry. For more than a month, I couldn't get over it. I thought about suicide, so I asked a psychological teacher for counseling. She's fine. She told me a lot and sent me messages every day. Finally, I figured it out. I said, let's break up. I'll help you both. But you said dramatically that you wanted to come with me. You said that you had made up your mind. It's just that we used to fight all the time, and you liked her for a while. She also called me and told me that you told her to treat her as her sister.
We practiced right after sophomore year. During the internship, we were very tired. We go to bed early and get up early every day, but the phone call with you is still uninterrupted. The phone is busy every day, but we are still very happy. I think, we really live like this all our lives.
However, after your betrayal so many times, I have no trust in you. There is only a little affection between us, which is very fragile and subtle. When your phone records, there are hours of calls with other girls. My heart ached at that time. I know it's over. When I say break up, you won't stay. So, we're over ... my college life is over. We started to move to different locations.
A few weeks ago, you came to see me and said you would never forget me. I'm trying to be with you, but there will still be girls from the past in your chat object. It's a shadow, a lingering shadow. We're completely over. Get out, I shouted. I am no longer as hysterical and tearful as when I graduated from college. I know, my heart is dead. There is no room for death. Although I am still crying, I am still crying for the memory. But I'm not interested in you at all.
Life really can only be like this. You can only find someone who can and get married. I can only bury everything.
You will never appear in my life again, just a little memory of youth.
Chapter 3: Prose recalls that the youth time is constantly flowing, with flowers blooming in spring, trees shady in summer, harvest in autumn and makeup in winter. Everyone's youth is slowly getting old in the cycle of the four seasons, slowly leaving in our lives and drifting away.
University is the rebirth of youth, and it is also the process that youth rushes to another ruin mercilessly. I always thought that it would be a long time from rebirth to destruction. I never thought it would leave in such a hurry. In a blink of an eye, we are no longer boys and girls who stand on tiptoe and look into the depths of time, but old girls in old boys who try to catch the tail of youth behind the white horse of time. Finally, the more they run, the more clearly they know that our youth is about to die. ...
Youth will eventually pass away, thanks to those years of confusion and stubbornness, which make us more mature and stronger.
In the prosperous golden years, I was once mediocre because of confusion, and I was busy enriching myself because of sobriety. Youth is always frivolous, we always show off our youth, squander our vitality with aggressive momentum, and we never face up to the contemptuous eyes of others. At the fork in the road of youth, we are very confused and don't know how to go. We even turned a deaf ear to the teacher's concern and guidance. We held a pillow tightly where we were drunk and dreaming, playing games in our dreams and playing games outside our dreams. We have fallen, often groaning without illness, like lost lambs, so confused that we don't know how to go. Finally, when we woke up, we thanked ourselves and didn't give up so quickly. Thanks for growing up, let us understand earlier that dreams are the most beautiful flowers to decorate youth. Perhaps because we are too young, we are always so paranoid about our own choices and will not be shaken by others' words. For dreams, we hold an almost crazy obsession. Even if we are far away, we will struggle forward with loneliness and never give up easily. All choices, all dreams, whether right or wrong, we are always so paranoid and persistent, because, youth! Dreams are the most beautiful, and hopes follow. Even if we can't get support and recognition, we still insist on it. Laughed dreams are more courageous to realize.
Youth will eventually die, thanks to the persistence of the palm of your hand, thanks to the old innocence, let us be more tender and strong as iron. Passionate youth, impulse, confusion, ideal, persistence.
Love in college is really beautiful. You may still remember walking hand in hand with him on campus, sharing all kinds of happiness with him and accompanying him to bear all kinds of pains. At that time, the love between you was not hurt by reality, humiliated by money, trampled by lies, and everything was true and beautiful. Even if there are all kinds of small quarrels, that is what people miss and remember most. Zhou said: "The feelings that really touch people are always unpretentious. They are silent, unassuming and buried deep in the ground." This is the love at that time, pure and beautiful. In those years, the persistent belief in the palm of my hand was to last forever and share the five flavors of life ... In the long summer of graduation, we didn't know what the dry and hot wind brought, but we knew what it took away. Some things are really lost, and some people are completely lost.
Double decade is a fire, and the third year is an elegy. All youth was destroyed by the fire of that year. It tells you in the simplest words how the real thorns gradually stab a tender heart bit by bit, and finally make the tender and soft mature and smooth. Time stifles the innocence of youth with the cold pillow of reality, and then throws them into the torrent of time. All the cries for help, all the struggles, faded away and disappeared into the air as if nothing had happened. Finally, it all flowed away, disappeared and never came back.
The transition from youth to maturity is like a catastrophe, and the catastrophe on the tail of youth is the end of the decline of youth. In the summer when I left school, the afternoon sunshine rustled on the ground, and rays of sunshine penetrated through the green leaves, reflecting the last laziness of summer. The light passes through the leaves, and the lines are still clear. In any case, no matter how complicated the lines are, there is room for manoeuvre. However, those years and beauty that we missed can never go back. The "dots" of memory are like knots of notes. The more unforgettable the knot, the more each node has its own story. Just like a world of a flower and a grain of sand, it may be simple, complicated, tasteless or pale. In short, it is unforgettable, just like our youth that will eventually pass away.
The fourth article: Prose recalls the fleeting youth, and I graduated from college in a blink of an eye. Do you remember what happened in those years in college? Looking back on the past four years, have you left any regrets? Then are you feeling sorry for the regrets you left behind, sighing again and again? But what I want to say is that youth with regrets is complete, just like flowers in late spring can be so delicate and charming. It depends on how you treat it.
There are many forks in the road in life, once in primary school, once in middle school, once in high school and once in college ... When we are faced with so many choices, are we still calm and determined to choose our favorite one? Life is actually a multiple-choice question. As long as your choice is correct, no matter what the process is, the result is correct, except that you turn a few more times. Brothers and sisters who are about to step out of the university campus are facing such a difficult fork in the road.
Looking back on the four years of life on the university campus, there are both laughter and sadness in those memories. Whether that bright and pure smile left a deep impression on your mind; Whether the voice of concern remains in your mind, hovering all the time; Whether the charming and enchanting dance is reproduced in front of your eyes like a movie is still so clear ... These scenes are unforgettable memories of your life, and you will take them with you all your life.
In the youth in the mood for love, we can write our own life for ourselves at will. What a pleasant thing it is! However, how many people can really write themselves well and come to this world for nothing?
Many times, although we say that we will enrich ourselves in four years in college, we will raise our knowledge and self-cultivation to a higher level; Let parents stop working and stop worrying about themselves; Swear what achievements you will make to repay the society. But when we want to really practice, improve ourselves and work hard, we have never been able to do it. A few people just talk about Kan Kan, and it is plausible. After they say it, they forget it completely and will never take any action to achieve their goal again. Most people say they will do it, but when they encounter a little setback, they will retreat, stop, and sometimes go backwards and return to the original point. And I won't look for my own reasons, I will only seek comfort from the external conditions and bad circumstances, and I feel that I can't do it. Only those who call it a great god can do it. Such people think that they are ordinary people and will not achieve their original goals. Do you think such a person will draw a different stroke in his own life? The answer is no, of course. Only when you really know what you want to do and what kind of person you want to be in the future will you face up to the difficulties. When problems arise, they will not only think from objective conditions, but also deeply review their own reasons. Such a person will know how to seize the opportunity and write his life in an orderly, full and flashy way.
What is life? Is it just doing nothing, doing nothing all my life, walking in this world in vain, leaving nothing behind, not even a breath?
We live in this world, not only to survive, but also to do many things. Life is like a condiment, bittersweet and salty. How can such condiments make delicious dishes? This is a problem worthy of our further study. Maybe someone will say, "Cooking? That's not easy. Pour the oil directly into the pot, and then pour the vegetables into the pot for frying. Just put some salt! " If cooking is such a simple thing, as such people say, what does a chef need to do? Many people hold food contests every year. Do people like them think they are crazy?
If only everything were as simple as this kind of person said. A chef has to go through many complicated processes to make a delicious dish, which is not that simple. Life is the same. If you just talk about it and don't polish it, how can you include the jade-like crystal clear, water-like soft appearance and rigid inner?
Therefore, in the four years of college, you really have to live for yourself! Let yourself out of the campus at that moment, looking back, all that flashed in my mind were the beautiful pictures you drew for yourself, even if there were some flaws, instead of leaving only deep regrets and regrets.