simple, beautiful, sunny 17-year-old was squandered in the swimming pool, under the street lights, and unbridled laughter and tears. A Meng's bicycle, Xiao Shi's flowered shirt, and Yue Zhen's unrequited love have become graffiti on the wall and smiling faces shining in the sunset.
Who can see, youth at this moment, solidified into an eternal moment.
However, standing in front of this gate, everything is not so simple, like whether you can win the competition, whether you can get into the university, or whether you can catch him or her you like. Things began to creep into the complex adult world.
It took them a summer to grow up and learn to live more freely than ever before. So they no longer need to fear the disappearance of friendship and the advent of love.
Lao Lang once sang in "Love in the Wind and Dust", "Sad, paint the hills, wait for the youth to end". Perhaps this is too pessimistic, youth is a movie, and we will eventually face the farewell and the falling memory all over the floor. And the end is just another beginning. Weeds no longer obliterate anyone's profile, and the ideal kite flies higher and higher.
However, sadness is just an episode, forgotten in the wind of the green years, the grass overrun by bicycles, and the walls painted with thoughts.
One day when I looked up and saw you across the road smiling at me, I knew that I was not walking alone. Some people have pulled their hands through countless streets, street lamps and schoolbags are our witnesses, and there are countless muddy footprints and the smell of sweat evaporated from the collar corners.
In the sunshine, our sweat-drenched backs are left, and our partners leave a warm and humid memory that will never fade away.
There is also a green and blurred love that is quietly growing, the beach that has been stepped on hand in hand, the dusk that crosses side by side, the bright swimming pool, and the basketball court where people come and go. All the simple vows at any cost are only in exchange for a smile, and both hands are willing to hold the moment tightly. The happiness of the fixed frame is infinitely magnified, but it is purely figurative as the details. It is like writing his name with a ball pen until he runs out of ink, and he will fall in love with himself. It is like a bowl of dumplings every night just waiting for a goodbye.
Only at this moment happiness does not require rewards and costs.
Even so, growth is also a transformation that requires us to exhaust our vitality to complete.
This is the price of growth. It's just that no one will tell us that the blue door is not far ahead...
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