In memory of forgetting 1 ...Even if the weather is cold and freezing tomorrow, the road is far away and the horse is dead. -- Inscription Looking back on those ignorant young students who mistakenly confided their impulses for their creative talents, in the turbulent evening self-study, in the dormitory with lights off, we are always in the gaps between piles of bragging exercises and test papers, and the emergency lights are gradually fading. In the light, holding the unfathomable night with one hand, and writing words that have nowhere to confide with the other. It is a state of blindness and consumption, taking care of one's own life, taking care of those thousands of distracting thoughts, drinking the coffee made by oneself, sleeping on the quilt made by oneself, eating the food on one's own plate, writing one's own Homework, self-tests, and dreaming of one's own dreams... There are too many sorrows and disasters in the world, and we live in a peaceful and remote corner, powerless to sympathize.The world is neither heaven nor hell, and the end is still far away. We can only maintain our own world, "burying our heads in doing our homework and doing the honor and disgrace of the world"...Even if there is a flood, there will always be someone else to take care of it...Words become the heart metaphysical dependence.

Those obsessions, those old days, passed away in a flash. Now it seems to be standing at an embarrassing intersection where there is no way to connect, what is lost is the joyful telling of bluffing and deceit, and what is not gained is the sophistication and calmness of the world.I can no longer write as I wish, because I have shyness and hesitation in my heart, and I am afraid of what my eyes see.I don't know how I should write, write this unwritable self, how to tell, tell this unspeakable world. Looking back at the vivid sorrows and joys soaked in black and white, I feel with my skin that, at such a modest age, injury seems to be a medal to decorate life, as if only by virtue of those, hallucinations, we We are able to have a youth full of tears because of our fragile subjective ability to bear infinitely exaggerated criticisms.

Although, the warmth in life has always been far away from us, but we just refuse to pass by. "Zhizhi, if one day we are lost in the crowd and live a mediocre life, it is because we have not worked hard to live a prosperous life." When I was twenty years old, I read such a sentence.The person who wrote this said, "The world is so big, but I don't know how far it is." In this narrow world where I step, what I experience is nothing but ordinary youth, and what I see is nothing but an ordinary world.In the past years when I was proud and arrogant, because I didn't know how to live intelligently, I always felt that even life was something outside of me, "It seems that the world just doesn't want it."

A few days ago, I read an article written by an American writer in an English extensive reading class. He said: "President Jefferson told us in the Declaration of Independence, 'everyone has the right to the pursuit of happiness', but many people misunderstand this sentence. Reads as 'everyone has the right to happiness'." Reading this makes me laugh at such an American wit.This essay simply speaks of the age-old truth that happiness itself is vanity, and that it exists only in the pursuit of it.In the so-called end you cannot see happiness, because it does not exist.

Because of this, I thought of the age when I didn’t know the heights of the sky and the earth, and I was so full of ambition because of some small things that I even walked faster, as if I was eager to face life; I turned my back and abandoned my armor, feeling that the world would not tolerate me.But finally—afterwards—I gradually admitted that the value of living lies in having a full life.Under the ordinary outer shell, there should be a fruit-like flesh with a juicy and juicy flesh and a hard and shiny core.Only such seeds can take root and germinate in the depths of the human world, and pass down an emotional legend of life.

Because we know that in the world after a few years, no one will think about our existence anymore, so this full life is the only testimony that we are proud of being human. In these years, in order to realize such a full life, I have intermittently dreamed some costly distant dreams, intermittently written some words that are not called words, intermittently interrupted by the regrets of life, fell into the trough, and refused For any rescue, I slowly groped to get up and continue walking.This youth is no different from any period of youth in the world-the joys and sorrows of life and death in the years, just like wild flowers, burning on the vast road of life, embellishing the dreams of passers-by.

An old friend said to me, "Let's have the simplest life and the most distant dream"... The teenagers who said this have already become those flowers in the deepest memory, and have embarked on a farther and more beautiful road.It's just that, I always remember it subtly.I also know so gratefully, how fortunate I am—"If it wasn't for you, how could I grow up so peacefully and gradually become a healthy person."