The sea breeze blew gently, and I stood on tiptoe and stared at the vast sky in the distance. The rustling sound lingers in my ears for a long time. I upturned my face and smelled the faint salty smell in the wind. Once upon a time, I also fell in love with this blue sky. Looking at the deep sea in front of me, the calm sea seems to have precipitated all the pain and sadness in my youth. Only then did I gradually understand the song "I don't want to grow up": "I don't want to, I don't want to grow up, I'd rather be stupid …"
Play with the hourglass on the shore at will, and the delicate sand keeps running at the most suitable speed. Standing on the tail of nineteen, with my back to the sensitive age of twenty, I subconsciously looked back at the way I came. In those years, the path was full of potholes, muddy thorns and almost covered the whole road. Sweat and tears dissolve into the rain in June, and they can't be separated anymore. The wound cut by the thorn slowly healed and produced beautiful flowers. The winding path is full of flowers, one after another, extending into the distant fog.
The sea is like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of youth. The figures in the yellowed old photos are gradually blurred, and unforgettable moments are constantly displayed in front of us like black and white movies. That year, Qi Er's short hair was full of youth; Loose school uniforms show youthful charm. A group of lively girls walked leisurely through countless familiar paths, leaving a string of silvery laughter.
The waves pounded the coast layer after layer. Like to turn pages, with a strong sense of the times. I can't help looking back at those lush years, and a shallow smile has become the most interpretation of life. A person, sitting by the window, rustled when the pen touched the page in the dim light. The wind blows from the north, and whether the wish buried under the swaying cherry trees for many years can withstand loneliness and wait quietly for the joy of blooming. The old wall clock on the thick wall kept swinging back and forth, after autumn and winter and spring and summer. Desktop calendars were torn off one by one in the tunnel of time, leaving only a thick cover for countdown picture books. The light blue school uniform is full of names, and the black notebook is engraved with the imprint of youth. We hurried away singing the song of youth.
"Youth is like a running river. Once gone, it was too late to say goodbye, leaving me numb and without the blood of the year ... "
A dazzling golden light came into my sight in the distance, and I narrowed my eyes and approached it. It was a crystal pearl, as white as winter snow. Half of it was exposed to the sun, reflecting the light and scattering it everywhere. The other half was immersed in the sand, and kept a quiet posture from beginning to end. Life is an espresso. If you taste it with your heart, the fragrance will always cover up the bitterness and eventually taste mellow. The weather in September is hot and annoying, and I am dragging a huge suitcase in a strange city. After hiding the pain and sadness for two months, I regained my confidence and smiled again. The new journey is about to begin again. Everything is a thing of the past, and the new sky is still blank, but I will pick up a colorful brush and outline the colorful years.
Many years ago, I made a promise in front of an amiable and respectable teacher: "Life is as beautiful as summer flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves." There is always a little pride in everyone's youth, but I didn't think so at that time, so I said such a sentence easily at that time. Indeed, I have always kept this sentence in mind. I have experienced countless times on the road for more than ten years, and gradually found that nothing is as easy as I thought at first, but I still can't give up my pursuit, just like a stream rushing to the sea day and night, and I can't stop moving forward.
The sea washed away the stones on the shore and made a crisp sound. The long river of time flows slowly forward, bringing tenderness and leaving maturity. Turn around again and face the upcoming 20 years old. When the years are quiet, the world is stable. Now I am in a strange city, doing what I want to do, thinking about the people I want, getting along with all kinds of people around me, feeling different scenery and pursuing the life I yearn for. I have always believed that there will be a beautiful tomorrow waiting for me.