A year has passed, and when I am holding Liu Tong's new book "I am waiting for you in the future", it seems that I am also in the magical taxi in the story. The buildings are flying and the scenery is idle.
The only way is not to regret the dream, but to hate being in a hurry.
Brother Tong's books have a magic power. Once I open it, I can't bear to close it. I remember when I was reading Your Loneliness, although I was defeated, I just entered the university. At that time, I was just a little confused, a little lonely and a little afraid of losing. A little of everything, but it can't be eliminated. Although I have always had the habit of writing articles, it is difficult to express my inner hesitation.
It was during that time that I met my brother's works and fell in love with them firmly, without any utility.
I think, God will always arrange some people and things to come into your life and shine on you in distant places, just like the stars in the vast universe, far away but safe, lonely and bright.
Brother Tong is humorous, cute and hardworking. He is used to expressing his inner pain in relaxed language. His story is like a filter, leaving a faint mint flavor.
I have never seen myself, but there is always a clear light in his eyes in the photo, which seems to pierce the fog on the way home.
In his series of works, I can read the place closest to the soul, but different young people have overlapping ideas.
We are eager to change the status quo, but we don't have enough weight in our hands. We try to find the bright spot in ourselves, but we are more and more sure of our own ordinary. Maybe the cards in our hands were not good at first, so we should pretend to be calm in front of a crowded gambling table. We are not the lucky ones in heaven, but we are always working hard silently, eager to prove something.
Fortunately, however, we have the youth without hesitation, the blood and the initial heart that we have never lost.
Everyone has been given some madness, and everyone deserves a better future.
Sometimes, I look forward to my future life. At that time, I might have something I longed for but couldn't get. Sometimes, I envy the old days. Maybe we can choose again and learn to cherish and tolerate. However, all this is just hope.
Fortunately, we have a pen in our hand, which can record the brilliance of those years, so we have Hao, Chen Xiaowu,,.
Seeing Liu Dazhi's fearless blood, I suddenly miss myself at the age of 17.
Sitting by the window of the classroom, the leafy plums flying around the window are magnificent, and there is always a book on the table. At that time, I lived in a small county in the central region and was full of expectations for the outside world. After the college entrance examination, I chose the south without hesitation.
When Hao's life really returned, he touched on the past that he had kept his mouth shut. With the intention of returning to China, Brother Tong made up for his regret for his grandfather in the book, pointing to the tender texture of people's hearts with flesh and blood.
Seeing that a group of them can't get away and fight, I miss those days of friendship very much. As time goes by, some friends have gone, but some are still there.
Those weather-beaten feelings and love are copied on the silk thread of time, with shining edges and rhyming sentences, shining in the warm winter sun and never fading.
But in the reality outside the story, we can't have such rights and courage. We regret that we didn't say goodbye well, that we didn't try to stay, that we didn't have enough courage to love, and that we didn't laugh and cry when we couldn't help it.
Throughout our lives, we are constantly looking for and returning.
In this process, we gained a lot and lost a lot, and started our own way with meager luggage.
Busy market, crowded people, as always, speeding cars raise dry dust, and young people wearing masks speed up their steps.
These long-awaited landscapes have long been fixed at the most ignorant age. Now, after falling into the confusion of greasy life, everything in front of me becomes meaningless.
Hao lived a stable life envied by people around him again. Perhaps the secular stability made him feel the power of life, as if his fist was hammered on cotton, which really made him feel strong, but he didn't get feedback.
In fact, at every stage of life, we are not satisfied with the status quo, eager to break through and hope for better. It is precisely because the past cannot be changed that the future is particularly charming. People live for an expectation and a love.
I once wrote in an article:
Most of us are ordinary people. We don't have the intelligence to add, subtract, multiply and divide ten digits in our minds, nor do we have the super ability to master physics. When we do math problems, we can only read the class notes stupidly. When we recite the text, it may take us two or three times longer to remember it. You can't sing a good song without a good appearance. Our family is very ordinary. When we spend money, we will care about the price of goods and then make concessions. We don't know what we like and don't like, so we often try.
If I have a choice, I don't want to be Hao with a stable life, Chen Xiaowu, a bean sprout tycoon, an excellent academic record, a jingle or a smile.
Each of them has his own bright spot that cannot be copied. I prefer to be myself and borrow some enthusiasm and sincerity from Liu Dazhi.
Everyone is given some madness, and everyone's youth is different. We were all furious and tearful. Only when we are open all the way will we find something unusual.
Thank you, brother, for recalling my 17 years of youth, looking forward to my 37-year-old life and finding the meaning and direction of my efforts now.
I think, in the next time, I will believe in love more and try to love.
We all have to live our own lives and meet again in the dim light. Everyone is travel-stained, full of stories, carrying a bowl of sake, to that indomitable youth, to the following years.
We met in front of the mountain and behind it. In the near future, we may not be ideal, but there is no red light on the road of youth, and the road that suits us is the best journey. Don't cry, my friend. You're not alone. I will wait for you in the future and hug you at every intersection.
We'll, uh, meet again.