Everything was loaded into the car.

Ye Zhi stuffed the last box into the car and looked around, "Everything is all right?"

Shen Lu counted the boxes and nodded, "It's all right." ”

"That'...... Let's go?"

"You guys just get on the plane first, I still have some things to do. Ye Zhi shook the guitar he was carrying on his back, looked back at everything that was once strange but now extremely familiar, and smiled, "If you want to leave, you have to leave something for your alma mater." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Ye Zhi didn't speak, but walked to the school gate alone, with a faint reluctance flashing in his eyes.

Gently plucking the strings.

Quietly looking at the classmates who were slowly leaving at the school gate, the feeling of reluctance in his heart, he just wanted to sing it now.

When the classmates stopped leaving, they all looked at Ye Zhi in surprise, until his incomparably clear voice sang a song that they had never heard before, accompanied by the soft melody of the guitar.

……

A sentiment called sorrow spreads in the hearts of all people.

Every day of the year, always in a hurry

You and I are from Hubei, Sichuan, Guangxi, Ningxia, Henan, Shandong, Guizhou, Yunnan small towns and villages

I once vowed to be an amazing person

But in the middle of the night at BJ SH GZ SZ, he suddenly woke up and stood on a lonely balcony

I just want to escape from this boundless loneliness

Many years ago you had clear eyes

Running like a spring lightning

I want to see the world and go to the farthest and farthest places

It feels like you have wings to fly over mountains and oceans

……

As the singing drifted away, more and more people stopped to watch.

They gradually became serious, listening to the story in the song, and the protagonist of this story seemed to be his future self, Ye Zhi closed his eyes and poured all the emotions into this song.

This is a song of youth.

Almost everyone can hear their own shadow in the lyrics of this song, and Ye Zhi is no exception.

In the haze, he seemed to see a picture, a young man who had just graduated, with clear eyes, chasing his ethereal dreams, working hard, but the reality cruelly wiped out all his last trace of innocence.

He ran hard, did he want to go to the farthest place.

Many young people used to be that simple teenager, but they were gradually forced to mature by society, and the once clear eyes no longer had them, he couldn't see his future, but he still insisted.

With breakfast in his hand, he followed the crowd and walked onto the subway in the morning rush hour, his eyes already cloudy.

Is it a habit of lying, is it becoming mature?

Can I love someone only after I have a house?

Always think that after success, you can heal the scars?

Desire is buried on the side, and the person who misses it

When youth is exhausted, only the face is abominable

He sang and sang, he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and when the last note fell, there were already many boys who quietly choked, and a few girls cried bitterly.

Goodbye, our youth.

However......

If you think this is the end, it would be too early.

A song 'You were a teenager' is just an appetizer, Ye Zhi found a corner, sat down, the strings were rhythmic, and the moving melody also inadvertently showed his excellent guitar skills, just listening to such a melody couldn't help but be a little touched.

After about twenty seconds, his mouth opened lightly, and he sang that clear and comfortable voice, the voice of his own story.

Dreams are always out of reach

Is it time to give up

It's another season of flowers blooming and falling

Spring, where are you

Youth is like a rushing river

If you don't come back, it's too late to say goodbye

All that left me was numb

There is no blood of the year

Look at the flowers floating in the sky

Wither in the most beautiful moment

I have to say that this lyric is really well filled.

Even though, it's not original.

Someday.

We will be ashamed to mention youth, obsessed with talking about dreams, and carefully put them at the bottom of the box. Shake off the exhaustion on his body, continue to go back and forth between the company and the house, care about food, care about milk powder, care about salary, and do nothing.

In the vegetable market, I struggled with the store for that dime and a half.

On the subway and bus to the company, I squeezed forward.

Walk apathically like a zombie on the sidewalk.

And then......

Slowly aging, gray hair.

Those dreams that once had nowhere to put them have unconsciously withered away, and they are still so dilapidated!

I used to think that I had already let go of that ethereal dream.

But there is still a life that you can aspire to, but between dreams and life, it is like a man driving downstairs to his home, not going upstairs, just wearing headphones, looking out of the window and sitting quietly, calm and tired.

Saying goodbye softly, he returned home, still with a family on his shoulders.

Muttering familiar lyrics.

Counting ridiculous dreams.

Remembering his youth.

Stand at the intersection of the sunset.

As if watching the faces of his parents grow old rapidly, silver filaments looming, seeing the vines in front of the door blooming and bearing fruit, passing through memories, seeing the past self, thinking about today, dreaming of the future, and every day.

We'll grow up, we'll go to school, we'll graduate, we'll be unemployed, we'll fall in love, we'll fall out of love, we'll get married, we'll have children......

And then go through a short and long life.

Smiling through the crowd, in fact, how much I want to say something for myself, for those dreams and youth that I once had.

But......

I don't know if anyone can understand, the goshawk crosses the sky, the fish are sealed in the dust in the lake, and they begin to say goodbye, and say goodbye to the old times that they have read, and say goodbye to those dreams that have nowhere to place.

Maybe......

I'm just on the road of life that I don't know how to go back, keep walking, keep running.

I got on the wrong car.

I was on the wrong path.

I lost myself.

I had seen life wrong.

Time has been reversed, subverted, and knocked down.

I'm not strong, never.

Because when I was faced with the loneliness and prosperity in the city, I suddenly felt at a loss, and suddenly wanted to stuff myself into a container, fall asleep hard, and never wake up, but my hazy youth still betrayed me, squatting on the side of the road to find the dreams that I had lost.

Can you really find it?

Those dreams of a thousand turns, those fiery innocences, can you still find a pure paradise for you?

I once stubbornly sang that my future is not a dream, but we have all grown up, innocent thoughts, childhood friends, girls who had a crush when we were young, classmates who have known each other for many years, clumsy handwriting on notebooks, bright red circles on homework books, sweaty nights, the joy of reaping achievements, the spinning windmills, the soaring kites, and the paper boats that we once flew with our own hands......