"That year, our youth was just right"

I have long since stopped tearing my heart, because everything in the past has long been stopped, that summer sweetheart on the shore of Jiyang Lake, the cold mist of the early morning represents that a new day is about to begin, and it represents that I may see you, what it was like at that time, it can be described in one sentence, that is, there is no feeling, because everything is unconscious.

How I wish time would stay at that moment, but unfortunately time is gone in a hurry and does not return, I still remember taking the bus, I am really ignorant, as if in a dream, the world is changing, I always thought that it would take ten years and a hundred years to feel far away, but I didn't expect that even three or five years, I felt so vicissitudes.

Three years of junior high school,But what I left is only full of wounds,Wicked people and hooligans are always common in my life.,Maybe I'm really too stupid.,I remember that the children of Jingxiang in my childhood were the same.,Don't want to play with me.,Hehe,Later, when I got older.,Maybe there's a little bit of understanding.,It turns out that I'm too pure.,Too stupid.,With such people.,Don't get a little benefit.,How can you be worthy of their superior IQ.,Hehe.。

I went to vocational high school, it seems that everything is on the right track, there are no wicked people, no oppression, no abnormality, but for me, it seems that there is no difference, and I can't say a philosophical word, and my IQ every day is still stuck in the diary of the fifth grade of primary school, I got up in the morning, then brushed my teeth, and then went out to play, ate at noon, went out to play in the afternoon, washed my feet at night, and went to sleep, for me, this was my most philosophical words at that time.

Youth, I really don't know which one is right, I look forward to it every day, I just want to fly early, I always can't wait to see the person I like, but I always get hit on the head and bleed.

Everything in the past, will eventually say goodbye, and will never remember that there was such a person in junior high school, she would take advantage of the Chinese teacher's inattention, secretly read a book for me to memorize, and never remember that there would be such a person, she would stand up when I was punished for speaking at noon, she would stand up and say that I went up, and then after saying that she hated it, she would drag another person up very strongly, really, all forgot, and it was all gone.

At that time, I felt that I was Nobita, weak, powerless, and I really wanted to have a Doraemon, but unfortunately, I was not Nobita after all, at that time, I always didn't understand, why are you so good to me, when others are malicious to me and even mock me, only you, only you, will smile at me!!

Those pains, tears, are over, at least at the end of junior high school, I think so, but I was really naïve, I thought that after graduation, everyone was separated, and there was no time to see each other again, but I didn't expect that when I stepped into my classroom door, I accidentally skimmed and saw you again.

I will never remember how excited I was at that time, how I tumbled over and down, I will never remember the first night of the stay and I couldn't fall asleep, I will never remember the military training, I saw you heroic, how I was distracted, and I will never remember how stupid I was at sunset, looking ahead, but I can't wait to fly out of the school gate and go with you.

I will never remember that at the corner of a chance staircase, you shook your hand at me who was sleepy-eyed, and when I turned back, you grinned at me, and let me look at the scenery outside the window in a daze for two classes, and I will never remember that at the sports meeting, you stood on the green grass, adding a bit of style to the scenery, and I will never remember again, once after school, a glimpse of your white clothes made me blush and heartbeat, and my neck was red.

Finally, she was either disappointed or impatient, and confessed like a bet, and I lost a mess, just because I was timid and afraid, and I was cowardly, and I didn't even have the courage to say those three words, she didn't promise me or refuse me, she just said, Sabi.

Later, as in all novels, on that day when the sun was shining and the breeze was warm, under the distant view of the ginkgo trees, on the small dirt slope leading to the cafeteria, I saw you.

Didn't say anything, just as we didn't start or end, you looked at me with complicated eyes, as if to say something to me, at that time I looked at you uncharacteristically fiercely, you know, I usually see you, I don't dare to look at you, later, you and I passed by, I roared, scolded the classmates in front of me, bowed my head and ran away, the only thing I could see was the sparse shadow of the tree, very beautiful, but why I was so uncomfortable.

Later, there was no later, and after a long, long time, at least at that time when the backbone seemed to be broken, the spirit seemed to be drained, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't sleep, it felt like this, I heard people say, you are gone, I am stunned, where can you go? Oh,It turned out to be a dropout.,Really left.,Gone.,I didn't seem to feel anything at the time.,But when I got home,I felt weak.,Painful.。。

In the days that followed, I thought about it for a long, long time, I thought about the meaning of life every day, and finally, I could write poems, write words, and know Marxism and theory, but what is the meaning of all this? The days that made me stupid, made me laugh and made me cry, and made me feel numb are still gone, only a look full of vicissitudes remains, watching, staring at the campus, looking at everything on campus, as if to say, that year, our youth was just right.

14 January 2017