I still have some hesitation when I write this title.
For me, this is not a presupposing sentence, nor is it a categorical affirmation, but rather a question sentence waiting for future answers.
Speaking of the Golden Age, it will remind people of Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age".
In an era when it was repressed like a stagnant water, some people were pushed onto the stage and became clowns who watched the audience "a serious" pastime in broad daylight.
It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, whether it's black or white. They are destined to be toyed with by the times, so they may as well go up against the current and stir up this backwater.
The protagonists in the story, they are not heroes, their stories, in the eyes of many people are absurd and despicable, even vulgar and dirty, but they use self-indulgence to boldly confront the times and poke a hole in the airtight system. Carnival, banter, bravado, wanton, they are pointed out by thousands of people.
A Hong Kong film starring Tang Wei is also called "The Golden Age". It tells the story of the female writer Xiao Hong in the war years, endured the abandonment of love, poverty and illness, and a short life of upheaval and displacement.
From this point of view, the golden age is actually not necessarily related to glory, fame and fortune, and brilliance. Wang Er and Chen Qingyang's absurdity and chaos, Xiao Hong's twists and turns, cast them so heavy, bitter, and like a shining "golden age".
"A generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be people who are young."
In today's era, the golden age we can have does not have to be as shocking as the author's pen, with tears in laughter; it does not have to be as glorious and glorious as it is; nor is it about the life of everyone's attention, fame, and terrifying waves.
It can be simple and ordinary, only connected to the abundance and satisfaction of the heart.
In a literature class, the teacher told us about a period in her past. When she was teaching at a middle school, she met many excellent and special students.
Some of them are willing to practice the piano just to play a song for her; some of them are willing to spend a few nights writing down a thousand words of reading feelings, just to get her comments. And she really communicates with them, talking about life, thinking, insights. Teaching, she said, was her golden age.
What about my golden age? I couldn't help but ask myself.
I am not afraid of the ordinary, the ordinary, but I am afraid that I have not had a period of eternal pride and nostalgia.
I struggled to scavenge my past, and a vague prototype stood in front of me. Those childish poems, or beautiful or simple words, written by young and fearless and spontaneous, have brought me many unspeakable sense of accomplishment in my heart;
The joy of finally finalizing the words after repeated deliberations, the joy of giving them to friends, and the appreciation of some teachers all made me grow a little pride.
For words, I can't talk about love, let alone obsession, and constructing words is just a way of life that I have a pure record of my words. But I have to say that it built the only "golden age" recognized by my past.
I swim freely and relaxed in the world of words like a fish in the water, even if there are sometimes obstacles that make me think about it, but I can still have the confidence to see the dawn on the other side.
Some people say that the truest self is in your most relaxed and happy moments, there is no falsehood in disguise, no deformation of pressure, no concealment and artificiality, everything is natural.
I think the golden age should be the period when we live in this state of natural relaxation, close to the pure true self.
The golden age will pass, but it will not pass, it will always stand in a certain scale of our long lives, and we will always continue to move forward with the good memories and strength left to us by that era, waiting for the next golden age.
In a person's life, the biggest change, the most worth looking forward to, is about ten years from about twenty years old to about thirty years old.
For the past two decades, we don't have to think too much about it. In the face of this period of time, as long as we embark on the same path of reading as most people, we will continue to walk and walk, and there will not be much change.
And when we reach the age of twenty or so, when we become adults, we face not only the immediate studies, but also the future career, love, and marriage.
I remember once, a roommate said in the dormitory, "I can't imagine that in a few years, we will also have husbands and families." ”
Yeah, not quite daring. In a few years, which city will we stay in? What will you do? Who will you meet? How much this has changed from all that we have to face over the past two decades.
Even at present, everything is unknown, everything is so far away, but it is something that people look forward to and look forward to.
Will this be the next golden age?
The text comes from the public account: birds towards the blue
The image comes from the Internet