When we are young, we can be angry about one thing for a long time, or we can open our hearts for one thing.

No matter how the outside world changes, the school's celebration is still on the terrace surrounded by teaching buildings on three sides, the lively soundtrack is mixed with the chirping of students standing on the rooftop and the corridor, and the youthful atmosphere from the shop is floating in the air unbridledly, even if Jiawei closes his eyes, he can feel it, but he is already the uncle who sat on the rostrum in his eyes back then, and the strange ravine makes him have an inexplicable emotion, I can't say what it is, but it is empty. If I am much better in all aspects than when I was a teenager, I don't have to worry about money, I don't have to look at other people's eyes, I don't have to regret my powerlessness, but looking at the group of young teenagers in front of me, that feeling can't be dissipated. There was a girl next to the stage helping a boy sort out his clothes, the girl was saying something, the boy just nodded silently, and Jiawei's eyes couldn't help but be sour.

Jia Wei lazily lay on the table, listening to the head teacher on the podium said passionately: "Soon our school will usher in the 40th anniversary, the principal in order to let the students better participate, decided to hold a school-wide chorus competition, except for the students of the third year of junior high school and the third year of high school, the class as a unit, the top two classes can perform at the school celebration." Chen Menghan and Wang Yipan organized the two of you, and everyone worked together, I believe that the students in our class will definitely be able to show themselves through this opportunity. Although Jiawei was still lazy, his eyes still unconsciously skimmed to the girl, who was thin but always straight, with a focused expression. Jiawei couldn't help but look stupid, then gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but secretly think: "What are you doing stupidly again." I couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

As soon as the bell rang after class, Wang Yipan walked up to Cui Xu and said, "Cui Xu, I want to discuss the chorus competition with Chen Menghan, can I borrow your seat?" Jiawei couldn't see Cui Xu's expression, but felt that he paused and said, "Okay." With that, he walked out of the class.

Jia Wei was lying on the table, vaguely hearing Wang Yipan and Chen Menghan whispering something, Jia Wei suddenly felt like his heart was being scratched by a cat's paws, this kind of unhappiness only lasted a few seconds, it made Jia Wei feel unspeakably uncomfortable, Jia Wei hurriedly stood up and walked out.

When he went out, he saw Cui Xu holding on to the guardrail of the corridor and staring into the distance, Jiawei walked to the side and looked into the distance: "What are you looking at." Jiawei didn't know why he suddenly said this sentence when he didn't like to talk, and was about to turn around and leave when he felt embarrassed, but he didn't think that Cui Xu replied lightly: "Look at the empty sky, empty yourself, there will be no worries at this moment." Jiawei couldn't help but lie on the guardrail and look into the distance.

Since then, there have been two more people on the guardrail on the third floor of the school, often looking at the sky in the distance.

On the podium, Wang Yipan and Chen Menghan are debugging the equipment, Jiawei likes this kind of moment very much, the girl in the stands can be open, although he will scold himself for being stupid every time he finishes watching it, but he also knows that he is really happy to see Menghan's focused, but seeing Wang Yipan didn't know what to say, which made Menghan smile like a crescent moon, Jiawei suddenly felt sour in his heart, and decided to lie down, only to hear a whispered discussion around him, "I heard that this song is a song related to youth." "What song do you think it will be?" "I think it's a commemorative album of Kemi Kid's youth. "I think it's you at the same table." "You're stupid, it's a chorus, will it be like this?" Tong Tianchen, who had never spoken, suddenly said coldly beside him.

With the squeaky sound of the equipment, Wang Yipan picked up the microphone and said: "Quiet down, students, the theme of the song we set this time is youth, and we also consulted many students' opinions, but considering that it is a chorus, it is possible to celebrate the colonel in the end, so this time we finally chose the wishes of four girls." There was a chattering sound from below. Wang Yipan coughed lightly twice and suppressed the voice below, and continued: "Many students may not have heard of it, let's listen to it first." After saying that, he motioned to Chen Menghan to release his wish. The soft and graceful song slowly sounded:

The lake is your eyes

Dreams are full of stars

Mood is a legend

Waiting for eternity

Growth is a door to leaves

Childhood had a group of dear people

Spring is a journey

The vicissitudes of ownership

Those I love

Those winds that have passed away

Those eternal vows over and over again

Those who love me

Those precipitated tears

Those eternal vows over and over again

The lake is your eyes

Dreams are full of stars

Mood is a legend

Waiting for eternity

Growth is a door to leaves

Childhood had a group of dear people

Spring is a journey

The vicissitudes of ownership

Those I love

Those winds that have passed away

Those eternal vows over and over again

Those who love me

Those precipitated tears

Those eternal vows over and over again

We've all had an innocent and sad face

With the sun in hand, we look into the distance

Gently day by day, year after year

When we grow up, will we sing our hearts again?

Gently day by day, year after year

When we grow up, will we sing our hearts again?

When we grow up, will we sing our hearts again?

The beautiful lyrics are mixed with a faint melancholy melody, and Jia Wei suddenly feels that the class has never been so quiet, and the students around him seem to be in some kind of illusion, hazy trying to catch something, but feeling like they are secretly playing hide and seek with you until they quietly slip away. Many years later, when Jiawei returned to the campus, he suddenly felt the feeling in the classroom back then, and realized that this was youth. Short and beautiful, happy and bitter. When I grew up, I realized that the story of that youth, what a yearning for it, but I can never go back.