Chapter 14 my pure blue age

During this period of time, I began to like the word time flies. When I saw it, I would feel a burst of sadness passing by before my eyes, bright and sad, with a little bit of late spring and early summer and a little bit of exhaustion.If blue means sadness, then my sky is blue.I saw my youth leave me calmly and coldly, and I watched it leave me calmly and almost cruelly. Chunlan: When I lost my manuscripts, I imagined that in the future I would live a life dependent on words, be an editor, and if I was lucky, I could be a writer or a reporter.My room is simple and tidy, with a computer and a clean wooden floor. I can sit on the floor and drink water when I am tired, and type when I am not tired.Go back and forth.Life is simple and crisp.

But a person's subjective desire is often small in front of the world and the world.So just like Wang Ze said, I turned my horse's head and raised my whip to kill in a 180-degree direction.I am determined to become a talent in science and engineering and become a pillar of the country.This is the goal I set for myself.I think one day I will calmly face the same bubbles when different metals are thrown into hydrochloric acid, the collision of two small balls with smooth surfaces and irrelevant friction, the extremely complex arrangement of DNA, and the various A hyperbola and various parametric equations.Live a life away from words.

But I still have sorrow for company. Sometimes I see my fingers can't move, I want to move them, but the rush of time will always accurately overwhelm the thoughts I just looked up.A sophomore in high school should calm down to study, and a sophomore in high school should prepare for the upcoming third year of high school.I know all this, but I don't know whether my fingers will die one day during the long silence. The sky was still blue, always blue.This is immutable, there are no secrets under the sky.But will there be sadness under the blue? That day I saw a blue irises in water in a studio, and I saw the whole picture rippling, with traces of blue sadness spreading through my life step by step.

That day, I saw the person who went to Shanghai for the exam with me on TV, and suddenly realized that some things in my life were still very low-key.I don't want to live a life where everyone pays attention, sometimes it's good to be alone.The friend on TV said that we are different from the previous generation. We write with computers, while they write with manuscripts. They are serious, while we are too aggressive.I think that's true. In the age of lost manuscripts, our youth is in a sense a kind of bondage to us.Too much youthfulness makes our writing not so serious.Maybe when we grow up, people will talk more about "post-80s" than "post-70s."

The loss of the manuscript is my sorrow, or maybe it is the sorrow of our entire generation? Pure Blue: How many people would open the window in the era of lost campus folk songs, how many people would look at the blue moon, the moon so far away, the moon. ——Gao Xiaosong "Moon" There are five tapes in my tape box, they are my favorite, "Campus Folk 1", "Campus Folk 2", and the red, white and blue series of Ryefield Company.Hackberry's white loneliness, Ye Bei's blue sadness, and Junzi's red passion. I always feel that the college students in China during the May 4th period and the early 1990s are college students in the true sense.There was a vigorous poetry movement during the May Fourth Movement, and in the 1990s, some college students burned poetry collections to mourn Haizi's death.So Haizi's extremely tragic death also has a halo. In the 1990s, there was Gao Xiaosong.

I don't know why Wang Ze called him Funny Song, but I know we love him equally.He seems to have given us a kind of peaceful hiding place.But when I listen to school ballads, it's already gone downhill. I have always preferred Ye Bei and her blue sadness.I still remember how moved I was when I first heard "The Age of Fluttering White Clothes".Then came "The Age of Innocence" and "The Shepherd Boy of Time".What I can see is young life singing heartily in the clouds. Who hears in the sea, how the four seasons change? Who turns up the poem and let me sing it and let me forget it, and let me wander when my hair is not gray.From the blue melody, I can see the delicate sadness of a whole generation of college students in China with a touch of poetic temperament.

But when I started listening, there were very few people who liked or knew campus folk songs. There is also Pu Shu, and that Junzi who is sometimes passionate and sometimes sad. I know I like these blue songs, they are like beautiful flowers blooming in the back garden of my life, exuding a light and long-lasting fragrance.I hope that I will have such a poetic life after entering university. That piece of laughter reminds me of my flowers, quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life.I thought I would always be by her side, but we have already left, in the vast sea of ​​people.They are all old, where are they?

Zacks said: People always yearn for the back side of life.So my current life is not poetic? I don't know, I only know that I can still stick to my blue ballad, I can watch everything quietly when time is whizzing by, think about what Funny Song said, and think about the white loneliness of Hackberry. I know that the amount of time I have to enjoy my youth has dwindled dramatically.I'm not going to spend an entire afternoon looking for a graphic album to flip through in quiet time, and I'm not going to walk almost the entire city looking for a bootleg rock CD.The child in the blue T-shirt under the banyan tree will not spend a lot of time looking up at the sky and looking up at his deep blue loneliness.And all this, is it a kind of silent sorrow?

The beginning of the beginning is the end of our singing, the end of the end, we are walking the same street after you left, people are still going to the sunset and people are saying goodbye to people on the street——Gao Xiaosong "Youth Without Regrets" --End of the full text--