There are some people, some things that are always stationed in the harbor of the soul. In those years, we may have been sorry for them or sorry for ourselves.
But we never went back. Now, I can only say what I owe: I'm sorry!
This is the best youth, but also the worst youth
The most intriguing thing about "youth" is that it opens up a fantastic web of infinite possibilities for us. In the so-called youthful madness and ignorant years of ignorance, any story that occurs in the net of youth is a rare, pure event in life. You may be wandering by the shore of the lake in the spring of March, where willows are flying, and watching your beloved girl swing her oars in the middle of the lake. You may be asleep at sunset and dusk, in a study room scattered with oblique shadows, and complete an extraordinary heroic dream in your sleep. You may also wander through the twinkling stars, watch the traffic, get lost at an intersection, and find no way forward.
After watching "Sorry, Youth", I found that the so-called youth is actually a trial, our last carnival before entering the adult world.
Mishima Girls' High School, an all-girls church school, is facing bankruptcy due to high debts. The only way to do this is to get through it by merging with another all-male Mishima High School. However, the three high schools are not only a high school with crane tails, but also the students of the two schools look at each other unfavorably all year round. The merger may seem difficult. Hirasuke Hara, who was serving in Mishima at this time, proposed the idea of establishing a male and female experimental class, conducting a one-year co-ed class inspection before deciding whether to merge. Although the principals of the two schools were not impressed by the plan, they passed the project with the attitude of giving it a try.
The boys and girls who were originally hostile to each other became classmates overnight, thus staged a series of interesting and touching little stories.
As long as it is linked to "youth", it is indispensable to explore the love of young people. In order to further highlight its profound exploration of the topic of love, this drama can be described as an all-round bombardment in the play, love triangle, teacher-student love, homosexuality, bright love, crush love, underground love, and in each episode burst with dazzling enthusiasm. Interestingly, these little loves are not pretentious, two are not bloody, and if you taste them, you will feel childish and ridiculous, but they are the stories that each of us will have in youth.
When life has not yet consumed the energy of the so-called "youth", the discussion of courage and soul that must be obtained is another highlight of this drama, and it is precisely the missing part of domestic youth movies in recent years. The so-called chicken soup for the soul is more and more greasy the more you drink it, and the so-called spiritual food cannot be eaten. We who are full of youthful energy need not the eight glories and eight shames that everyone understands, but the life creed that can live out ourselves. It is the reality and experience that can bring courage, confidence, joy and even pain to oneself.
Youth full of scars, pain and incomprehension, not a complete youth, just as a youth of youth; a youth full of studies, hard reading and dreams, not a complete youth, just the responsibility of a school student; a youth full of dog blood, crazy and unbridled youth, not even a complete youth, just a share of the consumption of youth. The so-called youth is not a straight road, but a road with an end. When we can't get through, we can change our direction as we want, but don't forget to stick to the end.
The rhythm of "Sorry, Youth" is actually a good interpretation of a gorgeous deviation of a wonderful youth. Of course, there are also reasonable and unreasonable lines all poured in. As a high school teacher, the protagonist is a teacher, and he makes a big fuss on the podium, a serious nonsense, and there are still scenes that mislead the healthy growth of teenagers. Therefore, although the whole process is high-energy and enjoyable, please also ask the officials to determine the authenticity of the whole process, so as not to go astray.
You see, youth is beautiful, and youth is also at fault. Youth is growth, and youth is also a fork in the road. There is right and wrong in examinations, there are rules in life, there are bottom lines in morality, and there is discipline in doing things. And youth, that is only your short little laziness and stumbling in a long life, please be careful, please also let go. This may be the worst youth, but it must be the best youth.
Sorry youth | A long-lasting love
The perspective and the scene, in the days to come, immersed in the words and words of the painting, the sentences and sentences, next to the immortal years, turned into sand words and grains, and in the dusky past, the snow was white, and the heart was white, and the flowers withered again and again in the time of waiting
I'm still waiting for every breeze here and the scorching aroma until the irises are purple, from the skylight to the sun, until the green roses are embroidered, and we wait together for the light to shine the most beautiful light, wait for the window to reveal the best incense
The longer you're in college, the more you feel that "self-awareness" is important In such a complex environment everyone is so weird when you have a question a hundred people can give you a hundred different answers to anything You have to join your own will to be able to get a reasonable solution here, it doesn't work out, it doesn't work, it doesn't work, it's more confusing and shrewd, it's just a necessity to temper independence, it's just a basic survival skill to follow the self-consciousness and face a choice, and you don't hesitate for long
Suddenly I missed the weekly codewords in high school, and I didn't know where the determination and perseverance came from at that time, even if I made up classes on the weekend until 11 p.m., I had to squeeze out two hours for my own troubles and occasional boredom To look back at the faint past, although the words were not as powerful as they are now, but I would still read them with a smile because it was good or bad, that was the words I wrote, that was what I had done, and that was the life I had walked
Sorry for the quiet and steady growth of youth |
Recently read a few meters of a book my mistakes are the fault of adults with a child's point of view Interpretation of all kinds of confusion I have had After reading the moment of enlightenment, I think this is also the reason why I like Jimmy, he does not write a sentence because of "right" or "wrong" A paragraph of what he wrote is completely our truest idea and find the right reason to interpret such a picture book Before and after maybe less than 100 words is indeed my favorite of the best books on education that I have ever read It is the sentence: Adults themselves can distinguish between dreams and reality, but children think that distinguishing between dreams and reality is the most boring thing in the whole world
After reading this book on a whim and watching "Starry Sky" This is a movie that makes people feel beautiful and simple like a few meters of picture books, the story itself is not important What matters is a favorite shot is that the two protagonists steal stationery in the stationery store, which should be a tense plot, but is full of childish fun and cheerful stealing under the relaxed background music Right or wrong At the moment it is not important to enjoy that little nervousness and pleasure is the most important so when young please do what you want to do in a casual and romantic life
Before thinking that the so-called growth is a war between children and adults, we enter society with innocence and dreams, such an Adults tell us with established laws What is called reality Wants to assimilate us with the power and beliefs they have accumulated over the years We do a little pointless resistance After all, it is difficult to escape a web of submission
Sorry youth | Missing
In the middle of the night, I look at this strange city and listen to the wordless and quiet old song and ask You are okay, are you tired, you are speechless, just a shallow smile Hidden in the boundless light and shadow, I remember that someone told me how to go on a road, it was because you walked too fast, too deep, too focused on the beauty of this place, can you stop you say No, this is not our end, I think If we can't spend a good full moon in this long street, it must be that we have a stubborn miss of each other, and then you inadvertently hummed a song, there is a chance, always want Listen again to you do not understand in my eyes you are long unchanged but blue as the sky to write the text so far, I think of the verse on the glass window "not seen" that as the end of this time: reincarnation always look back on some casual encounter for a moment without worry or joy, not frightened, if the trembling question still can not smooth the wrinkles of the dusk, should it remain among the noisy lotuses and no longer drown in the large sections of old monologues