Youth, Door and Future

"Little boy, look at your floral shirt drifting away. I'm thinking, what will we be like in one year, three years, five years? Because you are kind, cheerful and comfortable, you should be more handsome Well. So, I seem to see that many years later, you are standing in front of a blue door, the sun at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, you still have a few pimples. You smile, I run to you and ask how are you? , you nodded. In three years, five years, or even longer, what kind of adults will we become, a PE teacher, or my mother? Although I can't see myself with my eyes closed, I still I can see you."
——Meng Kerou

's summer scene is a performance of youth, and the story of three teenagers unfolds slowly in the warm summer sunshine. Simple youth also has a simple story. The story is like a huge vortex, involving us in various scenes of youth, and we, willing to be involved in it, reviewed the face of youth again. The piano sound that quietly sneaked into the story, resounding over and over again, revives the youth hidden in our hearts. Every time I hear it, it seems to be a prelude, telling us that youth has just begun.

Meng Kerou, facing her youth full of doubts and unease, sincerely helped her through this period of intense ideological struggle. Her youth looks pale, but maybe it is also the most colorful.

Zhang Shihao, facing the youth that likes and dislikes, can be together and can't be together, his kindness, cheerfulness and ease are preserved in his youth, and he can always accompany him to enjoy after opening the blue door life.

Lin Yuezhen, an innocent person who does not know, is an inevitable role in youth. Her real youth may be to try a pursuit, experience a rejection and choose a relationship sever.

Each period of growth has its own specific stories and settings. When we were young, we wore little yellow hats, small umbrellas, little rain boots, and sometimes covered the eyes of our little friends: Guess who I am? Next, let go and turn into chasing and being chased. We couldn't remember what we were talking about when we were running at that time, but it must have been laughing, loud and loud. When we are young, we have acne, write exchange diaries, pass small notes, turn back to talk quietly, and talk about the future from time to time: what will it be like when we grow up? Each time, we mentioned it inadvertently and then veered off. It's like inadvertently disturbing an old man who no longer lives in his youth, talking to him to disturb him, and then returning to his real youth.

Youth has indeed had a lot of good, but it is not without gaps. If youth gave us everything, delivered us, and helped us realize all our shortcomings, would we still be so nostalgic? The reason why the footprints of youth can escape the sandstorm and become eternal is largely due to the little cruelty it brings. Babies who can't get, can't be together, can't have happy endings, even cruelty in the memory of youth, can become another form of beauty years later, as we laugh and talk about them. Real youth is imperfect, and this is the beauty of youth.

The blue gate, the color alone reminds us of the endless summer. Youth is behind, the future is ahead, and we are facing the blue door. When we push open the blue door and walk in, we will remember the youth we have walked behind. It is what we have experienced in our youth that gave us the courage to open the door to the future that we are facing now.

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