Time is really like flowing water, like a chen wind blowing, those youthful years go with the wind, hiding in that era, hiding in yellowed photos, hard to forget, but clearly visible.
The photo above was taken by my classmates in my sophomore year of high school, eighteen years old, looking a little slim, Sven looking. But the teacher was really afraid of me, because I didn't like to go to English class, as soon as I encountered English class, I ran to the street to play, and several times I was drunk, 'It was the class teacher who carried it back, and now that I think about it, it's really funny. When I went to visit the class teacher's home a few days ago, I was still talking about this matter, and I was punished with two drinks at the wine table, but the class teacher said, don't get drunk, he can't move his back.
The photo above was taken by my father when I was nineteen years old, and I did not go to school before graduating in my third year of high school, let alone the college entrance examination. My father and teachers desperately advised me to continue to complete my studies and take the college entrance examination, but I still insisted that reading was not the only way out and refused, and in desperation, they also followed me. The day of the photo was to go to Taiwan a distant uncle came back, asked the father to accompany, I also went, the uncle brought his own camera, there is this precious commemorative photo, otherwise there is really no other image with the father.
What is youth? I'm still asking myself today, maybe it's the young age that can be done by nature. 20 is my wildest age, with boundless dreams, and the courage to be fearless, let the sex start my crazy journey with a few friends of the same age.
It was the autumn of 1988, and I discussed with three friends of the same age that there was nothing to do anyway, and it was better to go to the Xinjiang grasslands to become a horse herder, and ride a horse to run on the vast grassland. Speaking of doing it, the news of the four children running away from home in the town flew all over the sky, and our parents were anxious, and they heard that they all went to the police station to report the case.
We set off by train, and there was no fixed plan, anyway, we wanted to get off the train wherever we wanted to see. The first stop, Wuhan, we went to the Yellow Crane Tower and the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge. The second stop, Zhengzhou, we went to the Erqi Memorial Tower, Zhengzhou Asia Mall and underground mall. The third stop, Dengfeng Shaolin Temple.
It was also the first time we had traveled far, and the lively scene of the big city made us excited, completely forgetting the possible worries and anxieties of our families. Just when we were preparing to buy tickets to go to Xinjiang, we found that the money might not be able to meet our wishes, and we had no choice but to return, so the fifteen-day crazy journey of youth pressed the pause and returned home with the sadness of not reaching the goal.
Maybe a little wayward, maybe a little crazy, but to this day, I have never regretted it, and whenever I think about it, I still feel excited and worthwhile. Because such actions increased my experience, exercised my courage, and the ability to communicate with society, and also laid many useful things for my later life path. This is my youth, an age of resignation!