Later, I recalled that when I was young and ignorant, I read Japanese comics or beautiful or cruel youth stories, and wrote about the empty struggle for the construction of the motherland in the composition. , I only hope that after passing the college entrance examination with a smear of eyes, the sky is high and the birds fly.
In fact, that's not the case. When you were young, you had a pair of fresh skins that you didn't know to cherish, a desire that had nowhere to vent, and a group of people with whips to drive you in a seemingly beautiful direction.
And those who hold whips are just ordinary people, not the spicy teachers or spring silkworm candles we see with a magnifying glass, they also have their own love, dreams, and desires.
That's all, there is no need to avoid its beauty, nor its confusion.
Perfect, spotless, sparkling youth is really only found in juvenile comics or idol dramas. Youth is the interweaving of desires and dreams, the threshold of ignorance and worldliness. It is a teenager's trouble not to cross the past, and it is an adult's trouble to cross the past. No XX and OO live happily ever after or oo finally becomes the happy ending of XX king.
The only difference is that the youth's desire is more pleasing to the eye because of the fresh skin. If it is replaced by a fat old man like an elephant, it will probably only end in an obscene end.
But in it, in the struggle of the world, there is still a light, the light in the depths of human nature, which struggles with desire, and is polished more and more refined by the rough reality, and then uploaded from one adult to one, or a group of On the young man, pass it down further. With this little light, you will know that your youth has not passed in vain.
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