- Yep. But I'm actually thinking about what we'll be like in one year, three years, five years. My future seems to be empty, and I can still see your future. You stood outside the blue gate and smiled at me.
{Blue Door}, Suzy always recommended watching it at the beginning, saw it at Michelle's that day, and tortured it. It's actually a boring movie, isn't it? It's actually a shitty plot, isn't it? In fact, when I watch it, I laugh at the same time because I can completely guess what the next sentence is going to say, what the next action is, and even the ending, all of which are faintly felt.
Just watching it is still sad, I still want to see it as a funny movie, but I still want to cry. I think everyone who recommends this movie to me must have experienced that they will miss their school days, those purest times.
In my student life, I have never lost sleep for which man, never cried for which man, I don't know if it is incomplete or untouched perfection. It's just that I still smile and think of my age in white.
At that time, I wore a blue school uniform and rode a silver car, soaring in the sea of cars on the Third Ring Road. I like to ride a bike, I like to roam back and forth in a car in a crowded street, I like to spread my hands when going downhill on an open road, I like to ride alone and smile when I think about things, I like to look up at the crowded neon sky Clear blue sky above yellow street lamps.
That was my era, the era of my cycling, and the comrades I ride with have changed and changed, but I still miss the time when we talked about small things, the time when we walked a little farther with friends, and even remembered the time with Ringo Because of the heavy snow, I walked around the road for two hours until it was dark, when she and I stood under the street lamp and looked up at the flying snow.
Spring rain, summer flowers, autumn wind, winter snow.
Throughout the year, I was rickety on two reels. I rode very fast, crazy behavior, when I was 15 years old, I was hit by a bike and flew a few meters away. Miraculously, I didn't get hurt. Also in winter, I fell to the ground before riding my bike on ice, got up and fell again, three times in a row. I also used to ride a bike in the hot summer, every day at noon, cram school, and part of the peeling, because I wanted to save the taxi money to buy dishes. I was once riding a bike in heavy rain and was told that you are crazy.
I have never been crazy, but I just fell in love with the thrill of chasing the wind, the acceleration, the whistling sound of the wind beside my ears. I said that I like too pure and quiet listening to music, so I never listen to it when I walk, ride or ride a car, because I am afraid of destroying the beauty of itself, because I am more afraid of destroying the sound of the wind.
So still, I miss the days when white clothes were fluttering, I miss the time when I could cry loudly, I miss the time when I was lying on the grass and chatting, I miss the graffiti painting in my club and the whole wall covered with my favorite posters, I miss because I always disobeyed the discipline and kept being switched places by teachers. I miss the time when I sent cheating text messages but waited until the end of the exam before others received my answer because I was on China Unicom. The time of pen and water, I miss the time of writing and exchanging diaries with my friends, the time of being called "Xiaoyu", the time of eating two cents a day to buy plates and books, and the time of going to college every day I miss the time when I was called "Silly Big Fat Pig" (because my high school uniform is SSDFZ), I miss the time when I exchanged plates with my friends to discuss, I miss the time when I could discuss politics without any comment, I miss the time I miss the time when the boys in my class met Silver Ash's Mr. Ling for the first time and yelled at the beauty. I miss the time when I ate 8 pieces of bibimbap every day. Going to my favorite CD store when I heard Darkwave for the first time, I miss my funny white body and that white rose when I did Cos for the first time, I miss riding a bike for 45 minutes just to go to Dragonborn to buy comics It's better to remember the days of youth.
I remember the first time I heard Huang Lei's {Wait, Etc.}, in my junior high school, when the tape first came out, because I liked it so much, I recommended it to many people, and many people in the class bought the tape because of it. , My favorite seems to be {Bowtie}. I remember the sound of a music box when it first came out. I laughed and read the songbook and found that the song was written for {Camel Xiangzi}. I remembered that {Wait Etc} was for Shen Congwen's {Border Town}. I remembered that my father was watching Sanlian when I came home last weekend, and then I had no clue and asked me if you thought {Biancheng} was good or {Biecheng}, because the comments there said that Border Town was better and my father couldn't agree. I smiled, in fact, {the besieged city} is deeper, but {the border city}, but it gives people a fairy tale of fantasy, that infatuated Cuicui, infatuatedly waiting outside that beautiful Phoenix city, waiting for that one will not come man, for the rest of his life.
Too many things, no good or bad. Just like memories, in fact, it is not as beautiful as we imagined. It is that we keep polishing and then adding too much beauty. In fact, in fact, the truth is not good, and the memory is good.
Blue door, if I can close my eyes, imagine me in five years, standing in front of a blue door, smiling, wearing blue embroidery clothes, leading my child, next to me is ordinary looking A quiet and gentle man, silently waiting for the future.
So, if you ever had a good heart, on a warm summer day, sitting on a cotton bed, with your freshly washed sheets under it, full of sunshine, then take out a pen, a page White blank paper, ready to baptize a time of youth that has passed, then, why don't you look at the {blue door} and listen to them tell the story of the three people.
- Mom, how did you survive when my dad left.
- It came to life naturally.
- Well, I wish this day would come sooner.
^^* Has anyone heard Huang Lei's {wait, etc.}, it is a rare Chinese CD, I have collected tapes and CDs. There are also Li Jian's {Time Like Water}, and Wheatfield's {Red, White and Blue Trilogy}, and a piece of {No. 43 Baojia Street} and Cao Fang's {Black Perfume}, all of which are rare. genuine.
If {wait etc}, I like {wait etc}, {bow tie}, {farewell to Cambridge}, and the song written for Zhu Ziqing's back, seems to be called {back}. I can't remember more, I just remember nostalgically, I used to memorize those lyrics and copy them on my diary but forgot, time flies by, even if I reach out to grab those I don't want to forget Fragments of time are just in vain.
After all, the so-called life is just a situation of "smile and sigh", nothing more.
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