Youth, where are you?

At this moment, the night is already deep, I raised my pen, but I don't know how to say this topic.

I know that we are in the most difficult period of youth and life. How to find this kind of confusion.

Youth, this thing, no matter how the years change, will exist in an eternal posture, and it will inadvertently remind us where your youth is.

No matter how the world around us changes and fluctuates, we all keep our inner innocence, ignorance, simplicity and kindness, because this is our true self.

A scene in consciousness will really appear in your real life and mine.

Do you feel this way?

A friend asked me how you wrote these stories and whether you thought about the theme of these articles. I'm not afraid of your jokes, but the topic is easy to say. The important thing is that I didn't know I could write so much. Before, don't talk about you, I thought it was particularly amazing.

I remember there was an essay contest in high school. The school requires each class to produce two students, one is a girl in my class and the other is me. In fact, you don't know that my mentality is very refusing to participate. No way, the monitor can't afford to take the lead.

Which boy in the class is willing to write such elegant things! To my surprise, I actually won the second prize and gave me a certificate. At least, I am worthy of the teacher's help and my hard work. I forgot what I wrote.

Freshman has just entered school, and I am making the bed. My roommate across the street talked to his friend on the phone in a dialect that sounds like a foreign language. Brother Jiang is from Yulin, Shaanxi. He is the only person in the dormitory who can't understand me. I'm from Xi, Shaanxi. Anyway, I'm from Shaanxi. Why is the accent so different? I guess other roommates thought the same thing at that time. The child's speech is very interesting.

Brother Jiang looked at me and stared at his expression of poor phone call. He gave me a smirk after the phone call. I also greeted him with a charming smile and greeted him.

At lunch time, they went out to eat first, and I reported my arrival at school to my family. I told my parents that I had arranged everything. By the way, there is an interesting person in my dormitory. He speaks very well, but I don't understand what he means. He speaks like a foreign language and feels like a foreigner, but only in Asia.

As a pupil like me, if I can be a roommate with someone who can't explain clearly, I will feel very rich. At the very least, he will always feel happy when he speaks.

The younger brother in the upper berth, alas, is also from northern Shaanxi. At least I can understand his dialect. If he speaks Mandarin, he dare not mention it at all. Everyone in the dormitory wants to commit suicide.

At the freshman New Year's Day party, my brother Jiang shocked the audience with a song "Ice Rain" by Hua Zai. I want to explain the "shock" here. It is not that he sings well, but that his style shocked the audience. The students present, I think they don't appreciate his songs, but appreciate his style, which is worth packing for him in our whole dormitory.

After the rain is a song I am listening to.

"Love is an unfinished firework. I walked through the night with a lonely umbrella. Stop joking. Because the plum rains have been here, and the drumsticks fall under the raindrops, I can't retreat under the umbrella ... "

So when I was writing this article, listening to this song, people were immersed in this atmosphere. I remember shouting girls' names downstairs when I was drunk, and I remember the first time I invited girls out to play. I didn't dare to talk to girls, so I finally went to play with my roommate.

More than three years have passed since college, and I have a bad memory. I can't remember some things in college clearly. This is our last time at school.

I only hope that when we meet next time, I can understand the dialect of Jiangge and enjoy listening to Wisdom Fofo Agbo Mandarin. When I saw Brother Bin again, he became a handsome man. When I see the baboon and my big cousin again, I think they will get married. When I saw my two brothers again, I still had a cigarette in my mouth. ...

After graduation, we are destined to part. Some people went to Beijing, some to Hubei, some to Guangxi, some to Yunnan, some to xinjiang, and some to Xi 'an.

Boys get married and girls have children, then, according to the truth, life will lose its former elegance and gain its future glory.

At that time, the turmoil of youth was over, and no one would expect the other party to live an earth-shattering and weeping turmoil.

what am I supposed to do？ Interesting question.

I may continue to write articles with a little money, or I may go to the construction site to carry bricks to earn a little money, or I may start my own business to earn a lot of money.

A friend said that among the people around you, the article you wrote was very wrong. They think this is an indisputable fact. They hope that when I write, I will slowly explore my own style, thank them like a literary master, guide me all the way, and accompany me all the way.

My former classmates said that they always liked chatting with me and wanted to see me. When they saw what I wrote, it was like falling into the potholes of the past. Thank you, I can still keep this warm memory.

It is true that many things in life are unpredictable. You can't imagine what you are doing five years later and what you are doing ten years later.

Someone may ask a silly question, so are we still young?

Of course, we are in adolescence.

I think we should do something crazy for youth.

I think we should work hard for youth and happiness.

Some people may ask what youth is like.

Just like a movie, some people just started watching it, some people watched it halfway, and some people left their tickets.

Our youth, from beginning to end, is on campus, on the runway with bonus, on the bright green field and on the lively basketball court. ...

I chatted with my classmate Zeng Damei last night and asked me what happened recently. I said that I have been very quiet recently, and I don't like to talk much. She sends me messages, and she likes to be quiet, too, but don't be terribly quiet.

I can't tell the specific reason for my silence.

Maybe,

I can't find my youth.

Many times, we are chasing the shadow of the past, chasing the scenery of the past, and finally find ourselves unable to catch up with the past.

Many times, a casual stroke in youth will become forever.