Great memories

Some time ago I talked to someone about the topic of teenagers. Find everyone's youth so interesting.

There are a lot of stories, and it's not as lackluster as my youth anyway. They would go on a picnic together on the weekends and get their heads dirty.

The girls in the class were bullied by people outside the school, and they would support the girls together, saying that they were going to fight, and angrily went to find the little.

Their youth is righteous and hot-blooded, and there is a feeling of steaming in the summer sun.

But my youth doesn't seem to have so many stories.

I'm the girl who sits in the first three rows every day in other people's stories, reading her head in a book.

There were no crushes, no many heartwarming stories, and it didn't seem like too many people noticed me.

There are one or two friends who still play well to this day.

I talked to my boyfriend later that day about youth.

My boyfriend laughed and said that this is actually the true appearance of youth.

In fact, when everyone recalls, they will remember the past events that rippled in those youth days, but more is still quiet, and everyone is trying to face every exam and do one paper after another.

There are a lot of people who actually find it difficult at that time.

I think back to earlier, when I couldn't do math problems, I stupidly wanted to knock my head with a pen.

I will also worry about the performance of each exam, I will feel uneasy about the future, and I will be afraid to leave my friends.

The sunset in the playground seemed nothing special to me at the time, the weather in the south was so hot and dry, and there was a cup of water on the windowsill of the evening self-study, which accompanied me for many years, and I used to think it was as boring as me.

As if this is the true appearance of youth.

The most disobedient thing we've ever done was a group of people huddled in the classroom to sneak in a movie, and when the class teacher went to a meeting, we pulled up the curtains and couldn't stop laughing when we saw the funny clips. Some boys will take advantage of their lunch break to go downstairs and play ball.

Some people sneak up on novels and sleep in language classes.

That's all my youth.

And later we miss the beauty of youth, miss the time of teenagers, in fact, most of the time, because the memories are filtered, because the teenagers are crazy and express the emotions of desire.

At that time, we had not met too many people, not so many unknown things.

It is the feeling of anticipation or anxiety about the future that is worth remembering, and at the same time, the sunset at that time, standing in the corridor and talking about every moment of dreams, surrounded by friends who are warm and sincere, and have not yet grown up with time.

The true appearance of youth may not be romantic.

It is because our memories give it more color.

Earlier we went hiking.

Later, I can remember the scenery at the top of the mountain, and I feel relaxed after climbing up.

But we often forget that we also complained that it was better to stay at home and sleep on such a hot day, and we also sweated and felt that it was better not to go up.

When we look back on the past, we often filter out the less happy things.

Remember the best side.

So the real appearance of youth, maybe more days, is boring.

Everyone will be in a daze in math class, surrounded by a magazine that has been circulated by many people, and it has long been turned over.

We would have found it hard because of our bad test scores. When we sat in the classroom, we felt like we wanted to take a vacation.

How to say it?

In fact, at that time, we got up at six o'clock every day to read in the morning.

Late self-study may sometimes be done by yourself and done late at night. This may be the true appearance of youth.

In fact, most people's youth is lackluster.

We haven't had that kind of dog blood episode in a novel or a TV series.

When we have a crush on someone, we may not have the courage to say a word until graduation, and we clamor to go on a trip together and go to the sea together when we graduate.

We may not have done it later.

For me, the true appearance of youth is ordinary. We'll have headaches because of exams, and we'll complain that organic chemistry is so hard.

The last big problem in physics and math is really hard to come up with. The trajectory of electrons entering the magnetic field will never be clear to me.

But we also have light and happy memories.

When we got out of class, we took the MP3 to listen to Jay Chou's song, and when we sang the chorus, we sang "Seven Lixiang".

What the Peninsula Iron Box looked like, we didn't seem to have seen it at that time.

We secretly discussed whether it was a book or a box.

We discussed whether the masked man was with soil or Uchiha spots, and some people once said that it was a blackened fourth generation. We argue bitterly.

In retrospect, youth is a word for many memories.

There were my dreams, the longings I had lying in the dormitory talking to my classmates until most of the night, the many moments of happiness and happiness, and the boredom and sleepiness when I picked up the lamp and read at night.

In fact, I haven't carefully recalled the days of my teenage years for a long time. I was lying in bed that day, and when I was about to fall asleep, I dreamed that I was still in high school class.

It feels so immersive.

The damp and hot wind blowing out of the overhead fan, when you see the sunset, you will feel the delicate sadness that is characteristic of your teens.

Someone ran through the hallway and the next class was physical education...

How do I describe what youth really looks like to me?

At that time, there was a sad spring and autumn that was unique to + years old, and when we did not face parting, we also felt sad about the farewell at graduation. We're going to have a lot of interesting stories to tell over and over again.

Whether the true appearance of youth is good or bad, we think in retrospect that it is different from the perception of everything at that time.

You can feel excited when you smell the summer wind. There is a delicate happiness beating on the tip of the heart.

Will sincerely and passionately like everyone around me

There is an inexhaustible enthusiasm and the expectation that anything can happen.

The true appearance of youth is actually not much to say.

After class, the cafeteria on Wednesdays will have their favorite dishes. After today is Friday, the weekend to make friends to play together...

Interspersed with this is an exam, an autumn trip, or someone in the dormitory who has a crush, asking us to help find out the news, and when we pass on the notes in the evening self-study, help to see if the class teacher will suddenly appear.

Happiness at that time seemed simple.

We started looking forward to an autumn trip many days in advance, a basketball game, and we had to train for a month.

But when you are in the present moment, you feel that the days are boring.

We want to grow up faster and see the world outside of school.

And until the moment I realized the end of my youth,

I found that after the countdown of the blackboard, the water cup on the windowsill was slightly hot from the sun,

In that summer when you can smell the wind, the playground at dusk and the few people chatting in pairs with slippers, there will be no more time to appear. #Emotion##青春 #