About the campus of college youth 1: Gardenia blossoms.
Those youths have quietly grown old; Do you remember those dreams?
Youth is just a beautiful word, but I don't know where it is. Perhaps it is because of youth that we enjoy youth. Perhaps because I am young, I have illusions about everything. Sometimes, I fantasize about how beautiful reality is, and I really want to integrate into real life and feel everything at once. The youth years on campus have a wonderful youth time. I am so happy that I can't feel the cruelty of reality until now. When I look back suddenly, some mottled memories have been fragmented and can no longer be pieced together. In our life, youth is also getting old quietly. It is getting farther and farther away from us, blurring our realization and forgetting the direction of the road ahead. -
Youth is a cruel word. But I don't understand why it is cruel. Perhaps because of maturity, I know cruelty. Perhaps it is because of maturity that youth is slowly forgotten. Looking back occasionally, I find that I have deviated from the track and got closer and closer to reality, so that I lost that innocence. -
The dream seems very heavy. We can hardly breathe. Sometimes I even want to leave it and go to an unknown place alone. Unconsciously, dreams grow with us, and the more we grow up, the heavier we get. The greater the pressure on our shoulders, the less we will slow down. This season will soon leave us, but we still stay where we are, still guarding those distant dreams.
Once upon a time, dreams brought us closer to reality and brought us back to our original appearance. We are getting closer to reality. In the cruel reality, dreams are distorted and trite. Inadvertently, gradually deviated from us. We can choose to be a selfish person, even if we have nothing. Then, one day, I suddenly realized that I had become very realistic. So I have to pick up those broken dreams again. Those old pasts have gone to blowing in the wind. After the rain, what we see is not sunshine or rainbow, but a gray sky without a trace of color.
After bloom, youth disappeared. Those dreams that can't be, go with the wind, leaving no trace. But in our hearts, there are still some broken traces. People often say that we have capital because we are young. But youth can't stand profligacy, and maybe one day dreams will disappear with the passage of time. One day, we will grow old.
In life, we should not be sentimental. Sadness and happiness are just a form. Years have taken away youth, which is beautiful to others, but it has little practical significance. It's not too late to struggle, because you have a dream in your heart. Even though the years have passed, the fighting spirit in my heart will never die out. It's like kindling. As long as the temperature in my heart does not go out, it will burn more and more brightly.
Let's accept the past, accept ourselves, bring our dreams and quietly start a journey of our own.
I'm on your left.
Last summer, I waited for you to send my love away under the tree.
May be a broken love, only regret, filled with a touch of youth injury. You may not know it, but it's my imagination. It's on your left. You can touch your left hand with a flick of a hook.
I once stubbornly believed that we would be together. Just like in the novel, it can last a lifetime. I thought you would finally know my silence. I thought you would understand even if I didn't say anything. I thought that even if happiness turned a corner, I could find it.
But after all, I thought I had forgotten the contingency and cruelty of reality.
I sent the wrong letter. As usual, you smiled and just looked at me a few more times.
Quiet, wait for me at the usual place after school.
I know, I'm his sister, a little sister I know.
But I tried to make him notice me from the beginning, and then turned around and walked away calmly, as if I were just an ordinary friend. I'm afraid that if I break up, I may not even be friends.
But I left in a hurry that day, worried and happy. Perhaps I was dragged by inexplicable emotions, and I came to the tree where we made a wish together.
You have come and gone, sister. Give it up. There will be no result between you and me. You have your studies and dreams, but I don't. I choked up.
It may be a broken love, but unfortunately, it is filled with a touch of youth injury. You may not know it, but it's my imagination. It's on your left. You can touch your left hand with a flick of a hook.
Youth in University Campus Part 3: Beautiful Essays on Youth
Lost youth, lost youth, lost prosperity This is a messy and inverted narrative, deconstructing postmodern memory with montage. This is a topic about youth. I am a sick child lost in youth. -Inscription: Youth, a sleepless star or the water of a deep spring? They, watching the end of the world, are worried. How can they lock the future? Everyone is willing to go back and chew the past of youth repeatedly. Those two pure and soft hearts are open and closed, and unconsciously, they are immersed in a ray of sadness, which is faint, sad and fascinating. The cardamom years still surround you and me, but who can make it stay? Youth is a tireless butterfly, which flies forward without nostalgia. Looking for ink, like her name, is quiet and lonely. Loneliness may not describe a person, but for her, a smile can reach a girl in a long and deep alley, and even a slight touch will reverberate in Xun Mo's sensitive heart with anxiety. She feels very tired, but in the face of all the loads imposed on her by the outside world, she can only meet those heavy expectations with a strange gesture. All the girls in the world have the same flower, which blooms, is youth, withers and grows. There is a subtle pain that belongs only to them. Xunmo has pure love for the boy he likes. She always hears about him by accident. He is happy, she is happy, and he is sad, so she is sad. Almost synchronous feelings between two people, he seems to have noticed, but never seems to care, girls are always so quietly guessing. Young thoughts are completely like catkins, always whirling when there is wind, and hidden thoughts are like ripples. Eventually, they are abandoned by that person's indifferent words or even coldly, and they have to show their fragile and delicate posture to others naked, accompanied by endless heartbreaking tears. A kind of helplessness is the distance, the distance of time, the distance of space, the distance between ideal and reality. Therefore, for Xun Mo and all the girls who are as sad as her, many things are so out of reach, so they learned to give up when they were young, including their simple love. Even if she cries, the girl learns to be soft and tough from such loss. Looking for ink is lonely, but at the same time she is more willing to believe that she is strong. It is because of this lonely youth that she is eager to find a dream to enrich. No matter how lonely the deep alley is, it always leads to its own world. The girls sang their own rhyming lyric songs, dreaming of the transition to reality. Maybe thorns cut the beautiful floral skirt, maybe snow cut the tender cheek, but the girl's footsteps are still firmly moving towards the future. No one can despise girls, these sad and stubborn girls. Youth is a beautiful sadness. Youth is a beautiful sadness and stubbornness, but in the end it is no longer strong. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
She still has childishness on her face and many beautiful dreams in her heart. With that self-confidence, with the whole body free and easy, Yi ran into the wandering of youth. When I first came to the hall, I was full of curiosity and youth. That is an unopened whiteboard. Memories are so beautiful, but they are just empty.
White. This is a stage, and there is too much space for me to soar. Full of confidence, I am as frivolous as a wild horse on the grassland; I stubbornly squandered my young assets. There are too many charming colors around: pink, sky blue, deep purple, gray black. I like the clear sky, the dazzling golden sun under the clear sky, and the dry Xia Feng with a hint of coolness in the air. The wind gently brushed my cheek and kissed my body. That tenderness erased my childish face and brought me the breath of a sunny boy. We run in the sun and jump in the air. The perfect arc of basketball tells the joy of youth. Foolishly think that youth is just so simple and not simple. With inexhaustible physical strength, telling endless dreams. It's so beautiful, the more dissatisfied I am with the short-lived continuous youth, the more dissatisfied I am. Why is my youth only sky blue? Too monotonous colors make people feel boring. This kind of youth is a simple ink painting, seemingly extraordinary, but it feels so bleak. I pursue charming pink, attractive pink, and there seems to be a hazy dark color between transparency and gorgeous. Youth is the rainy season for lovers, falling in love is the memory of meeting, and it is also a step for me to gradually mature. In the days when I fell in love with you, it was so sweet that I forgot to breathe happily. I quietly held my breath, trying to get familiar with your taste, but unconsciously forgot that tenderness, which made us feel so sad. Try to forget those sorrows and find that you are used to a person's peace. Suddenly I found that the night was so beautiful, the sky was no longer clear, the obscure heart blocked the clear sky, and the air was covered with dark clouds. Rain, dripping intermittently. I like the gentleness of the rain in the sky. I am lying alone by the river, and the rain is ticking gently on my face. I feel the rain in my ear and my heart becomes so calm. Close your eyes slowly, try to feel the pity of the rain personally, but unconsciously think of you I love, and the sadness keeps rising from my heart, only to find that I am so lonely. Rain, very salty, is a weeping tear. Who can understand your heartbreak? I can't extricate myself from it until I understand that youth is a painting filled with emotion, which makes me grow up gradually. Pink and transparent, you are deeply buried in purple and full of harm. Because I know the love and dependence between us better than anyone else, I often stay in a daze for you when I am injured. I only blame myself for being too deep and unable to make myself strong. You left too many memories that I can't forget. I want to numb my nerves with tobacco and alcohol every day, but I find that: light smoke spits out sleepless thoughts; Cups of wine, it is difficult to break the sad mood if swallowed. Under the clear sky, by the river and on the green grass, the sun shines brightly. Xia Feng passed by, and the sound of rushing water made me feel upset. Sighing about the dust, remembering on the string, the youthful bloom flowers make me tired, but I don't regret the rain and snow in the four seasons, which makes me ecstatic, but I can't bear to be haggard. The breeze gently dreams, and the morning light is faint.
A faint cloud, a faint tear, and a faint year after year, Shen Qing's Youth falls in love with the sigh in the dust and the past events on the strings.
Won't be remembered, if it weren't for that wonderful time. There is a guitar association in the school. Although I have never joined this association, every time the association sings white love songs on Christmas Eve, I will be there every time. As a sophomore, I always feel that something will slowly precipitate in the hourglass of time, but I know that my love for music has never changed. To listen to them play the piano and sing, not for anything else, just to find a long-lost truth and touch. When the lights are flashing, when the drums are ringing and the melodious melody is flowing on the lyre, I can always feel an exciting force shaking my mood so strongly, but the almost deafening sound makes me feel something that touches my soul. Compared with movies and words, only music is the most authentic. Because movies have montages, words have sounds and meanings, and music flows directly from blood to blood, like human blood. It is a kind of thing that can wash the soul and repent, which can make you feel the truth of a life so truly and give all emotions an outlet, so there is always something in music that can make people's souls radical. In this world, some words may be destined to exist for charm and excitement, such as youth, dreams, campus, love, folk songs, freedom and vagrancy. In an era when these words are gradually eroded, it will be extravagant to talk about them. In this era of diversified values and unsatisfactory writing, I don't know how many people will miss the people or things that once made these words shine the most brilliantly. At that time, a piece of green grass and a guitar sang their youth, their dreams and those lost loves. Those who once proudly pushed campus folk songs to the peak, now in this era of commercialization sweeping the world, no one will continue to carry the banner of campus folk songs without hesitation! Nowadays, "Campus Folk Song", which was originally just a collection of music, has become a synonym for music. Nowadays, the word "campus folk songs" can be heard sporadically from the media, but it is no longer just a special album, but refers to a group of people, a phenomenon or a music genre that has long been scattered. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, campus folk songs have been like for a long time, and they have long since ceased to exist in the evolution of the times. A voice that once blossomed beautiful flowers on the fertile soil of campus has disappeared. Campus folk songs, the era of being recorded, the era of long hair fluttering and white snow. Everyone will experience the times it sang, and the stories it sang are familiar to everyone, and these are leaving us, becoming more and more difficult to retain and easier to forget. Everyone will have an impression of those broken times sung in campus folk songs, those young and frivolous, domineering growth years, mottled old walls, yellowed old photos, the campus playground in the rain, the girl with long hair and these familiar images. When the familiar melody rings, in retrospect, my heart will be slightly sour.
On the campus of college youth article 4: If you are in college.
Trees, winged spirits freed from the bondage of seeds, are going through an unknown life journey.
Flowers, the beauty that green creatures love, float in the long river of time.
Fruit, a small world with both hope and despair, will start again in the future.
You know, in fact, the world is very small, as small as a few eyes can see. From people you know to places you have been to sunsets you have seen. The world is actually that big. For you, the world is just people you know, places you have been, and sunsets you have seen. There are more people and bigger places, but you don't know each other and you haven't been to many places. You just know the name and have seen the relevant pictures. So, they don't belong in your world.
I don't know how big your world is. Is it the contact information that can be written in a few pages, or the scenery of hundreds of thousands, or the emotion that can be written in a few words? None of this matters. What matters is you. Yes, that's you. After all, your world is based on you. So this is your world, your world.
The world is big, but it is also small. Small enough, right in front of you. There is only one person in front of you. At that time, a person was a world. Have you ever been in love? Have you ever experienced a story? Are you expecting tenderness? No matter whether you have experienced feelings or love, you should stay in college for a period of time. Still at school, not yet integrated into society. It seems that college doesn't fall in love. Why does going to college become a necessary concept for modern young people?
Do something while you are young and energetic. Whether it is to give your lover a happy time, or to make your body stronger, or to give yourself a chance to work hard in the future, even if you get good grades on the Internet. Don't always make yourself a salted fish in the bed of the dormitory. Although being a salted fish is really comfortable.
Meat, is it delicious? Wine, is it delicious? People around you look good. I don't know if it's because I'm too idealistic about something or because I expect too much from myself.
This bowl of noodles is very q-elastic, and this plate of meat is very fragrant. Both this cup of tea and this cup of wine seem delicious. It seems ordinary, but in fact it's just thinking too much. People's thoughts are rich, and their perception of the surroundings will be different. You have grown up gradually, so you will find that the simpler things are, the harder it is to get. Like, fate. Fate is a very strange thing. If people are asked to imagine an object out of thin air, anyone can imagine a nearly perfect handsome and beautiful woman. However, in reality, whether the heart is moving or not does not seem to be determined by the brain.
There are many people in this world, men and women. Nowadays, transvestites are common, and there are also many women's clothing bosses. Good guys and bad guys. Gentle woman, violent woman. I've seen a lot. Living in such a rich world, you will always meet all kinds of people. Those who used to feel surprised or scared are used to it now. Jiangnan said in his works that there are 20,000 people in this world who you will fall in love with at first sight, but you may not meet one. Although it feels exaggerated, it seems reasonable. Obviously, emotions and emotions are not that simple in reality. Everyone will meet some people in life and then like ta. Meeting the right time is like meeting the flowers in spring, which is natural. Even if we meet at an inappropriate time and get to know each other in an unpleasant event. It is still possible to start a good story.
Although, it will never be as bloody as in the TV series, nor will it be as white as the second element. However, life is always full of surprises and surprises, even if it is horrible, it will make people feel very interesting. Although, many times, feelings are somewhat helpless. Although, in many cases, liking may be wrong. Although, many times, love is fruitless. However, for young people. It seems that there are more strange expectations. Or he's running away Do people on the Internet look more perfect?
Someone told me that every girl is a sea. Sometimes she is calm and sometimes she is irritable. Some may be as cold as the Greenland Sea, but they are full of vitality under the ice. Some sea areas are as dangerous as storm horns, but as long as they are bypassed, they can sail to the rich east. Some girls may be as mysterious and beautiful as the Caribbean, but pirates will appear from time to time. The only thing that makes people laugh is that the person who said such interesting things is still single. The so-called girl is made of sugar, spices and all kinds of beautiful things. In addition, peppers or many other flowers may be added. Among them, there may be some magical flowers. Like Datura or poppy. Otherwise, why are so many people so infatuated, as if they had taken drugs?
You are still young. Don't miss so many interesting things.
For a simple boy who has no emotional experience, the girl he likes in his heart will become more special. She is like the moon in the night sky. Wherever she goes, light will follow her. But it seems a little confusing? I can't master the sense of distance. Say hello and start thinking? Sending messages to each other will make you uneasy, even worse if you have a phone. Will direct dialogue make the psychological defense line collapse? This is really interesting. Whether it's a fake confession of playing punishment games, a fake love letter written by girls instead of boys, or a joke on April Fool's Day. They all look interesting, and they seem to find another topic. These are all things that only exist at this stage of your youth. Boys and girls, seize the opportunity.
What are all the people in the university doing? Or study hard for a better future? Or indulge yourself in eulogizing youth? Or do nothing and wait for the time to pass? Or give yourself quiet time and space to do your own thing? After all, time is the most terrible force in the world, and there is no one. It is fair and merciless to everyone. People's values are different because of different directions. No matter what you are doing, or what you are trying to do, or let your body rest, or let yourself know more, it is all right. Don't let your time be wasted. Anyway, please find a definition of your time so that it can't be defined as waste and unprovoked waste.
I don't know, is there anyone accompanying your young life, growing heart and immature body? Whether you are a relative who has been there, a close friend since childhood, or a lover in two of a kind. I hope that no matter who you are, there must be someone around you. Because everyone is lonely, no matter who is good, everyone is the same. That's why people want the same kind, so people will be social animals, so one person can't do it. You can't live alone. Someone to talk to, someone to rely on, someone to meet. I may find this last sentence difficult to understand. Because people always only see what they want, but turn a blind eye to what they have. Don't take it lightly, ignore it, people who are close at hand. Even if you think you are still lonely, please don't be sad for a long time. In the future, there will always be some people, even one person, who can have each other. Because, ah, there will always be another person to accompany ta to count the remaining gaps in life. As for where I heard this sentence, I can't remember. Just let me use a little. It sounds like a declaration of love. In short, young man, come on later. You got it?
Have you seen the golden quicksand, the breathtaking scenery, and the words that make people stare? Oh no, the world is so beautiful. Girls, do you expect the person who said "Let's get fat together"? Or do you like the more direct simplicity and rudeness of "you only belong to me"? Or a classic confession like "I like you"? Boys, are you expecting a tenderness, longing for a love, and hoping for a warmth? Try it, will you? This will be a very interesting experience.
I found this poem as the ending word in the Collection of Fruit Picks.
"This morning, the window of my heart, facing your heart, suddenly opened.
I was surprised to find that your name, a name I am familiar with, was written on the leaves in April. I sat in silence.
The wind blew for a while, separating you from me.
So I found that silent songs that I never sang flooded in your morning light; I want to understand them under your window-I sit quietly. "
On the Youth Campus of the University Part V: Going to School
The happy summer vacation passed unconsciously like this.
This is the beginning of a new term. The students are in high spirits, and so is Mi Feifei. The alarm clock of "Ding Lingling" school rang. "oh! Oh, my God! " Mi Feifei and M Xiao Zhi said anxiously. (Mi Feifei and Mi Xiao Zhi are not only good friends, but also good sisters O (? _? ) o haha ~ but today is bad luck! ) "goodbye, dad! ! ! ""Why don't you wear socks! " "The devil! ? Born! " "Run!" Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
"Report!" "What did Mi Feifei and Mi Xiao Zhi do!" The teacher asked sternly. "Well, I don't know!" The sisters bowed their heads in shame. (Mi Feifei and Mi Xiao Zhi, you two are so dizzy. ) "Come on in!" After a while, the teacher said kindly, "How are the students?" "Teacher, I didn't bring my homework!" This is obviously aimed at teachers and students o (? _? ) o laughs: The two sisters just went back to school, had a Chinese class, and ran home without signing their textbooks. Go back to school, do exercises, and get a school card? Dead? I ran home in a hurry, coming and leaving five times in a row. Class is over. When they returned to school for the last time, Xiao Yang and Chen Zhilong smiled: "What a sister!" "Xiaolong is you again!" "Auntie, stop it!" Xiaolong showed an expression of forgiveness. "Try my Scud!" "Oh!" "surrendered!" "This is asking for trouble!" o(？ _? ) o haha ~
Chapter 1 (Part 2): Haunted Story
The next day, "Xiao Yang!" Xiao Qi twisted his ass and came this way. "Ouch?" "What's wrong with my son today? Didn't you talk and laugh before? " Xiaomei opened the fan, fanned it and sneered. "Hey, I won't accompany you!" "Xiao Qi, go!" "Wait! I said, do you have compassion? Think about it. Mi Feifei and Mi Xiao Zhi must have done this for a reason! " Xiaolong pleaded. I heard that, Xiao Qi and Xiaomei turned around. "yes! Let's play together!
After school in the afternoon, Xiao Yang and Chen Xiao followed Feifei and George with ghost masks? East Lake Community? . As night fell, chenchen and Yangyang immediately jumped into the balcony of the villa. At this time? "bang!" The flowerpot on the balcony is broken. "who!" Xiao Yang and Xiao Chen began to get anxious and put on their masks again. "We are ghosts in white!" The two of them made a gesture, "Oh, sorry, we're here to see your sister!" " ""elder sister! The ghost in white is looking for you! "Mi Feifei thought it was her sister who scared her. She came over tired and froze. " Do you have any snacks? ""really? Wow. " "Why do you want snacks?" "Little useless talk! Take it out quickly! " "hey!" "Snacks are all here, here you are!" "One more thing you should remember, don't run away from learning!" "Right, right, right, right, right." "Elder sister, they are specially to see you? "George asked curiously." Yes, yes, it's your head! ""oh. " "hey! Scare me, I'll jump, and the ghost will fall? "Mickey is scratching his head." Don't sleep! "Dad, come and shout." Let's go Sister! ""Why are you so unlucky today? "
Two weeks later, the sisters didn't play truant!
Xiangxiang's truth: don't be too naughty, don't avoid learning, let's get rid of bad habits, Xiangxiang believes you. Come on!