Chapter 9 The Color of Nankai - Youth Without Regrets

Wu Sheng It is said that youth has no regrets, including all love, They are still saying their life-long vows to each other, It is said that dear dear forever, is as young as your face, A smiling face with tears in it. --Inscription "Youth Without Regrets" has been reprinted, and the cover is still in a dazzling dark color, neatly placed in the most conspicuous position in the video store. I took this genuine CD off the shelf and held it in my hand, suddenly, I remembered that autumn night 4 years ago.When I first entered Nankai University, I walked alone to a video store not close to the campus, and found the cassette of this album in a corner at the bottom of the shelf, covered with a thin layer of dust.As if I had found a treasure, I found all the banknotes on my body and stuffed them into the hands of the yawning boss, then wiped them clean with my hands and carried them in my arms, as if I was holding my own youth.The boss watched me finish all this and told me that this is the last set, and it has been here for almost two years.On the way back, it was already dark, and the cold autumn wind in the north made me tremble slightly, but everything was so beautiful in my heart.

good wind sings When listening to "Good Wind and Long Song", I always used to turn down the volume to a very low level. I was worried that the low-quality earphones NFDA1NFDA1 would make noise if the volume was too loud, making people unable to hear the content of the lyrics clearly.In college, I don’t know how many times I drank beer with my buddies, and how many times I got drunk with myself and others, but I was still fascinated by the heroic scene of "drinking in a big bowl and eating a big piece of meat".I like friends who can drink. The taste of alcohol allows us to hide our truth, like a group of happy children, singing loudly and speeding like the wind.

I still remember the old story of a senior: on the night before graduation, with the power of alcohol, he almost took off all his clothes and ran around the campus. The early summer night wind blew his messy hair, and someone said vaguely: "You, you ran really well!" It's a good run, running like this, it's the publicity of youth.Inadvertently, he said goodbye to his innocent youth in this way, and then sank into the world, never to return. model love letter Before my junior year, in the water room and corridor of the dormitory, I could often hear someone singing this song repeatedly, affectionately out of tune, and my friend Jia Yi was always worried about it.When he was a freshman in college, he fell in love with a girl from a foreign country, but he was ashamed to confess his love. In addition to being timid, he went to the Xinhua Bookstore to copy several love letters. contented.Unfortunately, when the bad news came, the girl was already cuddling with others and was very sweet.In a rage, Jia Yi tore the love letter to pieces, picked up the guitar and never cared about the relationship. He often sat alone in front of the window, but never heard him play this song.This is the time of Jia Yi's first love, and the wonderful phantom disappears in an instant.After graduating from senior year, Jia Yi went to the south.One afternoon before parting, when it was getting late, he and I sat on the steps in front of Xintu, watching the beautiful girls coming and going in the square.I asked Jia Yi, "Do you still remember her?" He glanced at me, lowered his head, and hummed the old song called "Model Love Letter".

winter campus The first time I heard "Winter Campus" was seven or eight years ago. At that time, I was in junior high school and had many wonderful ideas about the beauty of college life.Of course, later facts proved how unrealistic all this is. Before the senior year, there were many small restaurants behind the school gymnasium, old bungalows, simple tables and chairs, and enthusiastic bosses.In winter, I often go to a familiar shop with a group of friends to drink and chat together. The steam from the red and white hot pot often blurs the lens so that I can't see their faces clearly.At this time, I will think of the MTV of this song, and think of the snow falling outside the house, a few boys and girls in the tavern raised their glasses, and Li Xiaodong sat beside him and sang heartily.Friends have discussed different versions of this song more than once.Akun said that Xiao Ke's singing was dignified and melancholic, with a blues feeling.But I personally love Li Xiaodong's performance even more. The faint thoughts are filled with the kindness of the campus, which makes people fascinated.

Last winter, when the school was under construction, the taverns closed and disappeared.On a certain winter dawn, the sky just turned white, and the dim street lights were silent in the cold wind. After watching an all-night movie, Jia Yi and I walked back to the dormitory with our hands in our pockets.There was silence on the campus, and when I passed the stadium, I sang the song "Winter Campus".Jia Yi said: "You sing well." I smiled at him, and I couldn't help imagining that I would come back here decades later, and girls in twos and threes would come from the sunshine, even if the fallen leaves are bleak and the scenery remains the same, who would Stand by and listen to me sing this old ballad?

long-lost thing I saw Gao Xiaosong on TV a few days ago, and the host asked him if he had any memorable events.Gao Xiaosong said that when he was in junior high school, he had a crush on a girl, so every day after school, he rode his bicycle to the downstairs of her house and looked up at the pink curtains hanging on the window.When he passed the Liangma River, he hoped that he would have a chance to rescue the little boy if the girl's brother fell into the river, and then tell the girl that he liked her. Gao Xiaosong became a businessman, published novels and made movies, but fortunately, his narration made me feel that he still has the shadow of his youth.Back then, on the lawn in front of the library of Peking University, children who loved music played their guitars and sang their own songs.And now that the lawn is long gone, where are these young people?

commemorating the poet There was a time when I was reading poetry. In those days, I put the poetry collections of Haizi, Gu Cheng, and Xichuan on the bedside, and when I was free, I randomly turned a page and recited it aloud.How much I admired these poets at that time, I wrote a little poem "About the Past" and wrote some words about poetry and imprinted those wonderful lines in my mind.At that time, I thought, if there is anything in this world that can save people's souls, then only poetry. But today, I found myself farther and farther away from it.On March 26 last year, I did not attend the gathering to commemorate Haizi. I stayed alone in the hut and read the song "Spring, Ten Haizis" before falling asleep to Cobain's singing.On March 26 this year, no one mentioned it at all, so it was forgotten unconsciously.It has been a long time since I read poetry, and those memories about poetry are also clipped into the pages of the book and placed on the neat bookshelf, and I don’t know when I will remember them again.

Walking out of the campus, the traffic on the street outside is rushing, the sun is piercing into the eyes, and strange people pass by.The moment I turned around, I remembered Nishikawa's poem: A person is like a city It was an echo. about ideal I met Ling Yun in the summer of 2001.At noon that day, the air was dry and hot. I stood in front of the shave ice stand by the southwest gate and watched this guy in ripped denim shorts come from the shade of the trees across the road.I took him to the house I rented, and the two of them drank eight bottles of beer in one go, and then fell to the ground.In a way, he was a likable jerk, and for the next 3 hours we talked about ideals, about love, and about everything young.At the end, he stared at me with bewildered eyes and exclaimed, "My God, I found an idealist."

I smiled and argued that there was something, but I knew in my heart that there was indeed a shadow of idealism in my bones.Recalling the era in the legend that white clothes win the snow, poets and singers questioned the mystery of youth with their own words and voices, and they enjoyed spiritual abundance while enduring material poverty.In today's fast food culture, idealism has been made into specimens and discarded in piles of paper marked with expired marks, and it seems to be a disgraceful thing to talk about ideals openly.However, even so, there are still many stubborn children who ridicule the ideals of others while secretly insisting on their young beliefs. They express the meaning of life with an attitude of superficial indifference and irony and are satisfied with this.

Facing the stars, let the night prove us before the day comes. For 4 years, this album called "Youth Without Regrets" accompanied me all the way.On the day I left school, I sealed the tape together with the words I wrote in a cardboard box. I don't know whether to commemorate it or forget it.At a friend's gathering, someone sighed and said that he was already a member of the third party. I smiled and persuaded him why he should be so sentimental, claiming that he was still very young. However, I know in my heart: Some memories have begun to fade, just like the pictures in old movies are blurred and unrecognizable.

We are used to curling up in a corner of ourselves, thinking about the past when we have time, but not letting others know.Who love Love, the madness of the past, I will never talk about it again, because after these things happen, they will never come back. No one needs to doubt, after all, we have grown up. (Wu Sheng, Nankai University 2002 social psychology graduate student)