Photography: Ren Fangzheng
Youth has many forms, some are cold, some are gentle, some are hard, and some are fragile. There is also silence, such as the unbroken chrysalis. Others are high-pitched, like a hissing horse.
Looking back at the process of our youth formation, you will find that there are too many accidents in it.
Your initial choices and the people you meet on the road determine the color, taste, toughness, width, thickness of youth... Even the longevity of youth.
The choices and promises of youth and madness may not be mature, but they are the must of a teenager. The encounters on the road may not all be lovely, but they are the pass that must be passed by growth.
In the rampage of many accidental events and linear time, our inevitable youth is generated.
At the end of 2011, when I was in my third year of college, I walked into the barracks, and in fact, the real wrestling and training can be counted from 2012, and I returned to school two years later, running, tossing and turning, climbing, until now, a full decade.
Ask why you chose it in the first place? What did you encounter along the way? The ledger of time is densely written, and the keywords of fate fill the gaps in life.
The cover image of the public account of The First Post has been written on the 2776th day of "Standing Guard". Nearly eight years of persistence, big and small things, people who have seen and not seen, silent and exploding calls, trickle-down ideas into a river, these flowing past may be called "songs of youth".
These days, I experience the highlight of my life, or rather a moment of destiny.
I reported on my glory and dreams, perseverance and perseverance, and unfinished ideals over the past ten years.
Sincere fear, teaching and expectation paved a new youth track. Calm your heart, return to the sentinel, do more meaningful things, there are higher mountains and farther roads, and there are journeys like rainbows, and you must continue to write new songs of youth to live up to them.
Then, I walked down from the stage that everyone had set up for me, and I could only be grateful in my heart, grateful for the yesterday we worked together, grateful for the youth we experienced together.
Grateful for the alma mater, grateful for the military camps and comrades you have met.
Be grateful for all trust and favoritism.
I carried them on my way.
Photography: Civilization
The philosopher said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." Let's not think about what the philosopher is arguing about, let's think of it as chicken soup.
Then we can also say that unexamined youth is not worth living.
Ten years of stumbling, there are more trifles than hair, on top of experience and logic, I want to talk about my examination of youth, what kind of youth is worth living?
Thinking about it, youth is nothing more than two actions, these two words have appeared countless times in the "whistle position", one is physical action: pull-up; one is tactical action: low posture creeping.
The original attribute of youth should be upward, like seeds and seedlings that grow in the sun, there is a force that pulls itself up and grows upwards, it can be warm, it can be open, it can fly against the wind, it can run through obstacles.
This is pull-up youth.
But sometimes youth can not be so ostentatious, do not always have to pursue the highlight moment, youth can be lurking, can be ready to go, can be taoguang and obscure, close to the earth, measure the earth, be a creeping forward lone brave.
This is the youth of a low-lying creeping posture.
In my eyes, youth can be reduced to these two forms. In the face of all kinds of uncertainties in the future, in the face of so many unfinished ideals, these are two kinds of youth worth living-
Either it is born to the sun and pulls up; or it is hidden and prepared, and the posture is low. They can all keep our lives active.
Photography: Zhou Kaiwei
There is no youth that is not worth living, we can switch freely in pull-ups and low positions, and find our most comfortable growth posture in a short time.
It was the early morning of May 4, and a new day of sun was brewing. I'm sorry to knock out these anachronistic sentiments on this sleepless spring day.
Happy Holidays to all of you.
Youth is not an age, but a state of mind.
May youth not die and be born toward the sun.