Chapter 2 In memory of forgetting 2

In memory of forgetting 2 Most of the texts that record this journey, from the first year of high school to the graduation of the third year of high school, took the entire growth time to complete it. What impresses me the most is always the time to write them—a sunny autumn afternoon when I was sixteen, an evening self-study for a third year of high school who was upset, a late summer night after graduation—and after all these, I What is often puzzled is why we are often ashamed of all the hypocrisy of the past, but secretly understand that when we were on the scene, our experience was indeed real and vivid.So this can only be attributed to such a calm explanation, it is because we have grown up.That's because the so-called sound of time breaking that was engraved in our hearts like an awl many years ago has become an eternal echo.

In the years, what we lose is a kind of mood. Unexpectedly, in such a process, the age of our birth has become a collective imprint of a well-spoken word, which is used as a synonym for pursuit and criticism, no matter how different our survival postures are.But I still believe that behind these various ideals and sorrows, fame and decline, there is essentially the same brave questioning of the world and life.This is exactly the original motivation why we should firmly grasp the right of language to express our hearts.It is an honorable thing, both as a writer and as a reader.At least, we have many children who are willing to think and express, no matter how and what they think and express.I always believe that this is another sense of the same goal.

so. Because of the imperfection of growth itself, I hope that these words, which are as rough as rough stones, can be in a true form that is closest to the essence of growth—that is, full of tears, mistakes, regrets, beauty, hope and despair. A gesture - to commemorate the precious years that I have passed away.Those teenage years when we were waiting for get out of class, school, and growing up.That was and will be the clearest and most beautiful time for most of our children, like all, all—all who have passed through the middle school years, passed the college entrance examination, stepped through the swamp of fate, and almost sank At that moment, the children who were pulled back by will and hope to a more worthwhile path--what they have experienced personally.

Look, in this world full of loving and being loved, hurting and being hurt, life is stingy to us because it always disappoints us; however, life is so generous and always saves us after disappointment. I think we must live with dignity because of the generosity of this life.Like life itself, respect our existence. The reason why I named the collection of this article "The bed is the grave of youth" is because this name means a lot to me.I miss it so much. This is a code word.Those of us children who smiled brightly then, and are now scattered around the world, will always remember it.With such a warm name, I only wish to sincerely express my blessings to all the children who are growing up, just like I have always been blessed...

Have the most simple life and the most distant dream. Even if it is cold and freezing tomorrow, Lu Yuanma will die. 2007-07-28