Original text of "My Love from the Star" by Pan Yungui

Is this it?

You who come from the stars

Pan Yungui

At the age of 17, how are you doing now? Are you still being tortured by the adults on earth, taught, demanded and blamed for no reason? Do you want to get on a spaceship and return to your distant and beautiful planet?

At the age of 17, you still like to chew your fingers, drink Coke, eat fried food on the street, make the legs of your school uniform pants smaller, wear brightly colored shoes, comb your hair in class, look in the mirror, take selfies, and post on Weibo Bo, after being caught and criticized, he stuck out his tongue and said that the older, unmarried head teacher really looked like Mr. Miejie... If this was true, your world was destined to be different from the world of adults, right?

When I was 17 years old, just like you, I was often in a daze, loved fresh things, and liked to confront adults. Every day I want to go to the rooftop of the teaching building with my dear friends to enjoy the breeze and watch the sunset slowly sinking with our golden years. We held on to the railing, our hair flying in the wind, but we were never blown away from the busy days. We are clusters of dandelion seeds that cannot fly, dreaming of dreams of flying.

Sometimes when I hold a pen in my hand, the pen tip stops on the longitude and latitude lines and ocean currents in the textbook, and I have no energy to continue drawing. In front of the tall pile of books is the head teacher's high-pitched voice all day long. We shared extracurricular books, blushed at a joke, and finally couldn't help laughing. Some of the classmates beside me were drawing the chubby faces of the girls in the next class, and some seemed to have been asleep for a long time, with saliva all over the table... Time passed by, but it formed a transparent wall. When we are 17 years old, we are all climbing the wall, trying to escape from the empty and boring time. When we climb to the top of the wall, we find that the world outside the wall is still the same.

I like the leisure time in the afternoon, away from the classroom and textbooks, lying on the grass like a moldy sock, basking in the sun for a while. The sun shines from the toes to the forehead, and time is as soft as the wind, caressing our bodies. There are senior sports students training on the playground. With their crisp short hair and slender limbs, they look like teenagers who ran away from Xiangbei High School. Some lovers walked on the tree-lined road, holding hands for a while and then separating again. In the distance are nearby residential buildings, gray cement houses with two and three floors. Compared with the tall administrative building of the school, they look like slums. At the age of 17, we were also poor, with no salary, no subsidies, only homework, test scores and empty ideals. Of course, you may also encounter an ignorant love affair.

As a 17-year-old, have you ever liked or been liked by others? He must be very handsome, wearing a white shirt, with slightly long bangs that just rest on his eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a cold expression that doesn't like to smile, but the moment he smiles, he captivates everyone. When you first saw him, did your heart beat so fast that you couldn't breathe, as if you were going to die?

I want to get his mobile phone number, secretly send him anonymous text messages, and write some lines from idol dramas, and I don’t care if he is regarded as a mental patient. Deliberately sit to his left, right, front, or back, as long as there is space next to him, and sit there. Expect him to touch you with his elbow, expect him to say "hello" or "hello" to you, like a star. The satellites circled around him tirelessly. Sometimes I managed to get some time alone with him, but never said a word. My throat seemed to be blocked by a sponge. I pretended to pick up the pen cap and glanced at his face again, and my heart was drunk. At 17 years old, we always have a sense of silly courage that keeps flowing out, inexplicably.

At the age of 17, I really hope that someone will send me a gift I like. On Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, Christmas, New Year's Day, Spring Festival, Labor Day, Children's Day or Singles' Day, I will send a pack of candies, a A greeting card, a doll, a box of CDs, or secretly put a picture album, a poster, or a handwritten letter in your drawer, even if the handwriting is scrawled and does not say "like" or "love you", You will also be extremely happy. You will fall asleep sweetly holding the gift, and you will smile happily in your dreams. At the age of 17, we are not greedy, we just expect someone to care about us, to pay attention to, understand and like us.

When you were 17 years old, you must have had many dreams: growing up like Yang Mi and Liu Shishi, marrying boys like Ke Zhendong and Wang Dongcheng; becoming a traveler, traveling through mountains and rivers, traveling around the world; becoming very famous. With money, buy a large number of houses and build an animal shelter; with infinite wisdom, build a spaceship to fly to other planets, or take a ride on Doraemon's time machine to go to the distant childhood, keeping A childlike girl, wearing a small floral dress, and then when the adults are not around, she puts on her mother's high heels and runs around the world. The plantains at the door of the house are blowing in the wind, the sunflowers are shaking their heads in the sun, and the old people are fanning themselves under the green banyan trees with cattail fans.

I can imagine you describing your dream of heaven, pointing your fingers at the distant places, with stars on your trembling fingertips. You giggled, your expression persistent and serious.

At the age of 17, we can’t see clearly the road ahead, but as long as there is light in the future, even if it is only a ray or a trace, as long as it is bright and warm, we will run along it towards tomorrow, and Sing and dance on the far-reaching road, and bravely dream your own dreams.

The train at night drives on the wilderness of life, and the earth in the fog is like a gentle buffalo. We looked up at the sky, and facing us were golden stars.

At the age of 17, what we say and do are not accepted by adults on earth, but we are kind, innocent, and harmless.

At 17 years old, we are all stars from the pure sky, small but bright.

At the age of 17, you must believe that you will shine with happiness.