To youth...
I know that those summers, like youth, can't come back, and the replacement of dreams can only be difficult; I know that the cowhide that has been blown will also laugh with youth, so that I can be trapped in the city to commemorate you...). This is the lyrics of "Ann And Bridge". Every day after the stretching of exercise, the teacher will play this song. Listening to Song Dongye's original singing, listening to the ears full of mulberry and bitterness, the unique Baoshi language of "An He Bridge" let me hear the throbbing, hope, helplessness and remembrance of youth. The song whispers in the ear, and the scene of youth flashes in the heart....
Evening self-study is what we yearn for. Spend the night reading, talking, and frogs chirping outside the window. We ran out of the school gate in pairs, stepping on the moonlight, giggling in the moonlight, occasionally attaching ourselves to our ears, saying a few whispers, blushing cheeks, pretending to be angry, laughing and scolding and pounding on our bodies... The way home is always that short.
Where has the mischievous ghost who put the caterpillar in my stationery box gone? Remembering the girl who threw away the pencil case and was terrified, did the corners of her mouth burst into laughter again? The algebra teacher who made us tremble is now the year of the flower armor. Before each class, we have to take out a piece of paper to take the exam, which is probably when we are most depressed, right? ......。
The most anticipated thing is physical education class, we ran wild on the playground and laughed. Looking up, I saw the blue sky, the white clouds. Poplar trees rustle in the sun, we laugh wildly in the sun, youth, glitter in the sun....
The begonia trees in the yard bloom in the courtyard every early summer. The breeze blows, a field of petals.... On moonlit nights, I would always sit quietly under the tree, look at the moon, look at the flowers. The teenager did not know the taste of sorrow, and in order to give the new poetry a strong sad age, I put the youth that had nowhere to be placed, and more or less put it in the pieces of powder and white....
Hometown is used to remember. Youth is used for remembrance. Our youth is like that summer, and we can never go back. Every night I think of you, I take my youth out and play it back over and over again....
(To our lost youth, essay on the water side in the afternoon)