The living room where the lights are turned off, the light from the screen flows on the wooden floor. When he was under seventeen, he danced barefoot on the floor to Frente's brisk singing, while the girl wearing a mask on the screen hugged the girl who had a crush on her mask, spinning and spinning sadly.
The flower of detail is clear on the outside and inside.
When Meng Kerou and Zhang Shihao stared hard at the bicycle, their shirts and smiles were flying and chasing each other; Lin Yuezhen threw away Xiao Shi's sneakers and a few drink bottles on the rooftop, and burned the way in the brazier. When he stepped on the fire seedlings with his feet and looked for his fountain pen in the ruins; when the final confession was slowly recited with the sound of the piano.
I didn't even shed a single tear.
Because I can still see my seventeen, it's not gone quietly, though it's passing by and going away. Because compared to the endless past filled with heavy complex emotions, the empty future full of longing and responsibility consciousness should obviously occupy a heavier weight on the knee or in the heart. There's no need to be particularly sad or tired of being a year older.
No one is chasing you after you, and you don't have to hurt yourself by trying to keep up with someone.
In fact, I really want to have a thick air mass pushing me from behind, forcing me to move forward without stopping.
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The above is excerpted from the diary in 2007.
Two years later, wrapped in a winter quilt, I relived that summer in my bedroom.
[Although, I can't see myself with my eyes closed. However, I can see you. ]
Once again, I saw the summer that all teenagers will experience, the summer that passes by with eyes closed, and the summer that all stories have no ending, because all teenagers do not regard the ending as the ending. I am also one of them.
The teenager was entangled with her sticky dreams, sometimes swooping from high air pressure into low air pressure, and sometimes his feet were too heavy to move on the ground.
After the teenager got rid of the dream, he always wanted to talk to someone. No matter what your partner does, trust that she can help you. Even if it's just the equivalent of lending you your shoulder arms and the back seat of your bike without doing anything. Even if it's just a white wall full of scribbled graffiti. Carefully carry your secrets and the most obscure dreams, silently share your wandering and the deepest loneliness.
There is also the slogan that the young man shouted fearlessly and full of energy, I'm here. Facing the open attitude of the world, I strongly feel the existence of myself and the people around me, I am strongly aware of the unchangeable trajectory of the flow of time, I seize every moment and leave a few words. Withered, before turning back, it has grown to a situation that was unimaginable at the beginning.
[The sun at three o'clock in the afternoon, you still have pimples. You smile, I run to you to ask how are you, and you nod. ]
In fact, why do we like a person, write his name over and over in the notebook with the ballpoint pen of the other party, and cast the big spell of [you will fall in love with me eventually], but even the end of the love letter sent out must be shy Sign your friend's name.
You can say that everyone likes it in different ways. You can confidently and naively say that I look pretty good, and you can’t tell you if I blushed and suffocated, but the essence of liking is the same, and I am attracted by that unique characteristic. One of the shots was particularly impressive.
On the dark beach at night, Meng Kerou received a call from Zhang Shihao by the fire, surrounded by young people who were laughing and laughing at each other. The flames were churning, reflecting the clear tears on her face.
In the quiet and warm room, Zhang Shihao called Meng Kerou, but couldn't say what he wanted to say. Outside the window is a cheerful young man playing football. The goldfish in the tank is silently blowing bubbles, and he hugs his knee and does not move.
The confrontation between stillness and movement. The noise from the outside spreads the silhouette and back of the paper-cut-like silhouette. The waves in my heart can't be straightened out, it's better to leave it blank.
We like it because he is rebellious and still quietly accompanies you all night until dawn; she is kind and obedient, and still tells you what it means to bravely practice your dreams.
We like it because they are first and foremost trusted friends who walk the path of growth side by side, help you get back on your feet when you are frustrated, and fulfill a certain blue prophecy together.
[Three years, five years from now, what kind of adults will we become? Is it a physical education teacher? Or my mom? ]
The true meaning of life is what Meng Ma said to Meng Kerou: I don't know either, but I just survived.
Like a tree, the heart is eaten, the torso is hollowed out, and the remaining part continues to grow upward and wider.
When we confess the secret, the secret will no longer be called a secret, just like words lose their weight once exposed to the air, get rid of the heavy, heavy feeling of falling, the original secret begins to grow, has vitality, also makes sense. At this point, the secret becomes a fact, a turning point of connection, a recognition of self-identity, an attachment to a memory.
The scars engraved on the body of the tree grow like the branches. The lines become longer, lighter, and gradually blurred. A tree with scars has become a tree with history, traces and a generous heart for birds to build their nests.
Yi Zhiyan said in the interview that the blue door is a beautiful vision and a blessing for the future.
Zhang Shihao and Lin Yuezhen passed by. Lovelorn Lin Yuezhen and Meng Kerou. Meng Kerou and Zhang Shihao re-acquainted with each other.
shy. envy. cold. anger. Confuse. unwilling. small emotions. Big dream.
It's all up to us in the end, leaving them behind, hiding in an ethereal place, and going forward without stopping.
At the age of seventeen, I already understood this truth.
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