Some people say that nothing is immortal but youth. At least, I agree.
Eighteen years old, very fortunate, we met at this age, met at this age can dream, *** with the creation of our dream-like youth.
Remember, we do not want to go to high school, said high school is too bitter, will not be able to stand, but after all, there is no one who will be halfway out, but let the high school has become the most unforgettable three years.
These years, we are together, rain or shine. Remember, we are lazy together. Do not want to run exercise, a piece of not go, but happened to be caught by the teacher, until the end of the semester, on a drill have not dared to escape, just every time is with the mood of indignation to go.
Remember, we went shopping together. Every time we come to school a little earlier than the prescribed time, and then go to play together, to buy clothes. However, each time the result is always who can not buy the right, but always the seller to get speechless. I guess all the shopkeepers on the street know us now. Until now, the bosses do not know exactly where the problem lies, who knows which girl's mouth is too damaged it?
Remember, we lost weight together. "Swell? I swollen again!" ...... who did not want to use the exercise diet, deliberated for three seconds, both hands in favor of food diet. So the main food was abandoned, replaced by all kinds of fruits as well as snacks. As a result, it can be imagined, deflated no one, only wallet, people are eating swollen.
Remember, whenever you see others have friends to bring food to visit, will be gathered to the envious eyes, but then will fade, and then will be disdainful to say: "What's the big deal, we look at ourselves!" The result is ...... a large group of food "**** production", I'm embarrassed to say anything else.
Remember the day of the 100-day countdown, longing for the movie "Youth Pie" in the "wait a minute, Tagore once said ......" until the end of the sentence did not "wait a minute! "
I remember the day I graduated from the school.
I remember the day of graduation, we disregarded the image of the class in the class to perform programs, even if the tune of the song has been out of tune. We all knew that it was our last day in school. We hugged each other tightly, and no one would shed a tear, because it was at the moment when we should be happy, but the next day, our eyes were swollen.
Now, we sat in our respective examination rooms, before leaving, embraced each other and said do not be nervous. Very well, I'm not nervous, I think of, only you - my good girlfriends. The only thing that comes to mind is our youth, our memories. Immortal youth, immortal us. As long as you do not give in to your dreams, you will not stop walking even if you suffer.
Some people say that young people do not believe that one day will grow old, this feeling is actually naive, we deceive ourselves and others to hold a kind of like nature as long as the immortal belief. I just want to say, yes, we are young people!
Part 2: The language of immortalityLate at night, I have been tortured by fatigue to the limbs, plugged in, listening to Beethoven's "Symphony of Fate". The opening notes, like thunder, first shocked me out of my depression, and then the melody seemed like a sea oat in a storm, tenacious and unyielding; and like a man in trouble, but his hands are strong to climb along. "Oh," I realized, it was Mr. Beethoven himself.
Since then, I have been longing to talk to Mr. Beethoven, and when I used the "Time Shift Communicator", I finally met him. And I imagined the same, the same must have stubborn eyes, the same must have a dedicated face. He dragged with him a long hearing aid, I think at this time he must have some new inspiration, so wait for him to finish his work, we talked ......
"Mr. Beethoven, I come from the future of China, I love your music very much."
"Thank you, child." He smiled and said.
"I came to see you today because I wanted to confirm a suspicion that whenever I hear your work, it is as if you were there in front of me, giving me encouragement and counsel, telling me not to give up hope."
"Ah, my child, you can feel me, and that is because I put all my soul and spirit into my music!"
"Do you mean that there is your soul and spirit in the music?"
"Yes, my son. Don't think too complicated. I'm an invalid, as you know, and I'm afraid that if you hadn't come to talk to me today, I'd only be able to communicate with music." He smiled, "For myself, I was in trouble, desperate, sad, and thought about death, but I couldn't let go of my love of music, so I toughened up, and used my persistence to explore the true meaning of music."
"But it was a very rough road, and hearing is very important for a musician." I couldn't resist.
"Child, about this, when you have the most loving thing in your heart, you will understand, really want to pursue one thing, will give the greatest effort to pursue it, even if it is to give their lives, and this is the soul of my music." Said, he brought a cup of hot boiled water.
"So, music is also a language, right?"
He thought about it and nodded with a smile.
I talked about many more modern things in his studio, and he was amazed at our modern technology. At 5 o'clock, he looked at his watch and got up to go back to work. I looked at his back silently, and it was clear that there was a power in him.
Until I returned to the modern world, I still could not forget that deep power, because that power has been engraved in my heart, has been engraved in the hearts of millions of people who love Beethoven's music.
That is an immortal language.
Part 3: immortal youthOutside the window, the rain came. In the ear, the wind passes.
Grandma, I remember you again.
I remember seeing a photo of you: a cheongsam, hair high up, looking extraordinarily youthful. And now, you have been away from me for two years, these two years, are you okay?
As a language teacher, you love Song lyrics. Every time you listen to you read: "Who said the idle love throw long, every to spring, melancholy is still the same." I always see your eyes glowing, white hair on the temples of the ears seems to have been dyed black in your emotionally charged recitation, on the three-foot podium, you explain the Song lyrics to students, full of affection, youthful and energetic. You told me that because of this obsessive love for the Song, your youth is long.
Maybe it is a starry night, a shooting star in the sky; maybe it is a light wind and frost in the early morning, a dew drop on the grass leaves; maybe it is a colorful dusk, a lone goose flew over the hillside: you can always find the beauty in nature.
You didn't want to install an air conditioner, so you planted flowers and plants in the yard, saying that this is life. At first, I did not understand you, but in one of the lost sitting alone in the yard to see the bees and butterflies read your interest. The closer you get to nature, the more you can gain peace of mind. In today's society of desire and materialism, Grandma, you are my role model.
Before you died, you looked out the window at the sycamore. You said, "I also want to return to my roots." From your words, I could not smell a trace of sadness, only "release" and "let go" in the flow. The hand I was holding suddenly lost its strength. I looked at you and saw that you looked peaceful and did not feel the slightest bit of pain. Putting your hand gently under the blanket, I knew that you would be watching me grow up in another world. I will meet you someday and run to you, as I always do, and pamper you.
Grandma, now I am about to open a new page in the calendar of my life. When I am old enough, I may not be able to remember what you look like, and my memories will be blown into the willows with the spring breeze and blended into the dusk. At that time, I just want to drink a cup of wine with my grandmother, enjoy a cluster of flowers, and talk about a period of love.
Outside the window, the rain stopped. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I saw it.
I am young, but I will be like you with love, with a simple heart, to face the true meaning of life and life.
Putting aside the pen. Outside the window, the sunlight cohesion in the blade of the rain drops, refracted colorful light.
Part 4: immortal 'Zhaojun
Your life is a wide straight road, not willing to mediocrity, you are turning out one after another beautiful bend. From then on, your life glows with a different luster.
Perhaps it is God's unintentional arrangements, perhaps God intends to test you, you will be born in the mountains and valleys. Then, what's the harm? You were born beautiful, intelligent, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all kinds of learning, all kinds of pass, in order to be different from the mortals, in order to turn every corner of life. So, we see the world of talent you, a small age on the beauty of the reputation far and wide.
When others are still at home to study women's red time, you have turned the first corner of life: board the carved dragon and phoenix boat, into the Yangtze River, against the Han River, over the Qinling Mountains to Chang'an.
When others scramble to bribe the painter Mao Yanshou, you have turned the second corner of life: never bribe the painter, to maintain their own unique endowment. Although the canvas you added a few black moles.
In the face of peace, when the concubines scrambled to avoid, you have once again turned the third corner of life: to step forward, willing to be the messenger of peace.
Three turns, you have the same period, the same generation of women far behind; three turns, your life has reached a new level.
Don't Chang'an, out of the Tongguan Pass, across the Yellow River, through the Yanmen, unknowingly, the vast peace procession has sailed through the Seychelles, homesickness, homesickness for relatives of the feelings of the lyrical heart surging. The biting cold wind blew your hair, but also messed up your long thoughts. Hold up the beloved lute, a song of longing, the song of parting rang far away. The geese fly low, listening to your heart; the moon shines high, sending you off. The poet wrote about you with the words "A thousand years of lute as a hu language, ordered to resent the song of the theory". I think you will not be so, in addition to the faint pain of parting, more is a smile, because you see "the city door is closed, cattle and horses in the field, the three worlds without barking of the police, the people forget the service of the war" of the scene.
The winds outside the city are no longer bitter, the soldiers are no longer complaining, and the women are no longer in tears, they broke down and smiled, and countless families ended up with sleepless nights. The grass outside the city grows more luxuriant, the sheep outside the city grows more fat, the sky outside the city is higher, the geese fly higher, call louder ......
Zhaojun, you use wisdom to abduct your own life, and even better abducted the Han Dynasty for nearly half a century of peace and tranquility.
The beauty of the world's appearance; surprised, the weak shoulders can carry a dynasty's prosperity.
The immortal Zhaojun.
Part 5: immortal youthThere is a song lyrics sung: "Nothing will last forever." In fact, not, youth is immortal.
For the elderly, the immortality of youth is the swinging dance.
In the 1980s, there was a group of young people who wore strange costumes and wore their hair very long, who went out on their own in spite of their parents' objections, and who danced all kinds of dances in spite of the eyes of the world. Now, there is a group of old people, glowing in the square dancing, they still do not care about the world's eyes, swaying their waist. They are that group of young people, their youth is still immortal, their dance is still immortal.
For Gao Lingfeng, the immortality of youth is the dazzling stage.
Wearing a leotard, long hair with a strand dyed red, and sunglasses, this is Gao Lingfeng. There are rumors that his family is very rich, and there are also rumors that he once lost five million dollars in a night of gambling. In order to pay off his debts, he had to return to the stage. After he was tested to be suffering from blood cancer, he still sang unselfishly on stage. Unable to stand, he could only sit in a wheelchair. In order to support his son's career, he defied the doctor's advice and resolutely came to help his son. At the end of his life, he was still concerned about his stage. Although Gao Lingfeng has passed away, the young man who twisted his waist to his heart's content has lived in our hearts forever. His immortal youth remains forever.
For Jin Yuelin, the immortality of youth is the virtuous and talented Lin Huiyin.
He did not have a handsome appearance, but he had a passion and full of love for Lin Huiyin. The famous scholar Jin Yuelin would bring a cowhide suitcase with him wherever he went on business trips. According to his friends, these were letters written to him by a woman he adored, namely Lin Huiyin. Jin Yuelin cherished these letters so much that he would sometimes take out one or two of them and read them to them in front of everyone. Lin Huiyin was very talented, and even though the letters explained only some trivial things in her life, she was still able to write the letters in a way that was pleasing to the eye, and I think this was one of the reasons why Jin Yuelin adored her. In the second year after Lin Huiyin's death, Liang Sicheng married his second wife, while Jin Yuelin never entered the marriage hall in his life. In his heart, the smiling woman was always there. In Jin Yuelin, Lin Huiyin is his immortal youth.
So youth is immortal, it can be a swinging dance, can be a dazzling stage, can also be a strong adoration.
For me, youth is a huge wave in the "hanging cloud sails Jie Canghai"; youth is the sky in the "Tuan Fuyao up to 90,000 miles"; youth is a desperate situation in the "dark flowers and a village". "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Years and months of possession into the passing, youth is that one exception.
Article 6: Youth passes away, youth is immortal
I think the youth of grass seed pillows, aunt's youth and the village's youth, probably passed away together.
For example, when the aunt fell the first tooth, the village fell the first old house in disrepair; when no one asked for the grass seed pillow because of the aunt's day and night rubbing and finally rupture, the village is also like a pillow of barnyard grass seeds like a clattering flow to go, scattered in all directions ......
If we will call this called old age, then what can be called youth?
In my aunt's strong and neat teeth can cleanly bite off grass stems, I think she is youthful; in her can rise sharply at 4:30 every morning, with the village women chattering and bustling to collect grass seeds, I think she is youthful; in my every year to change the new grass seed pillows exudes the grass and the earth's clean and pungent breath, I think it is youthful; in the village still When the chickens are crowing and the dogs are barking, I think it is youthful ......
The clearest memory is of my aunt's back when she went out in the morning. She was as young and energetic as she was at that time, tiptoeing to open the old wooden door. But I would wake up every time to the creaking of the wooden door, and then see her straight back with a big braid and a narrow strip of morning sunlight peeking through the doorway. From Monsummer to late winter, that morning sun changed from a slight red to a deep purple, and from twenty to forty, my aunt's back went from straight to slightly bowed ......
Standing in front of my aunt's grave, I sprinkled a handful of fragrant grass seeds. Liver cancer took her not-so-old life. But I knew that when everyone in the village was running to the city and to down pillows by all means, it was impossible for my aunt to return to her youth.
Looking back behind, once full of barnyard grass on the wet trail dusty. On the wide concrete road, in the newly built houses, the new village people, or half of the city people, driving cars, pillows, down pillows, living their different youth.
Inexplicably, there is a sense of relief in my heart.
No one will ever grow old, but there will always be people who are young. What I had so stubbornly tried to hold on to was my aunt's youth, the youth of the village.
Once again, I pillowed on the grass seed pillow left by my aunt, and the sound of rustling came from my ears, as if the grass was still growing in the pillow. Through winter and spring, the pillow is sealed in a period of years, forever old. The old cotton cloth caresses my face, as does my aunt's warm hand. Outside came the sound of the car siren, the roar of the new harvester, unexpectedly not feel harsh.
Youth is gone, youth is immortal.
Part 7: Youth is immortalThe world is as prosperous as flowers, life is as cold as tea. We are all small people living under the dome, have joy and sorrow, experience sadness and happiness, but these will eventually pass away. How many years later, when we look back, it seems that only that kind of youth is constantly playing back. Because youth is immortal, it records the years we have gone, written our ridiculous story, but also recorded the dreams of countless young people.
San Mao's youth is immortal. She once skipped school, ran away from home, fighting ...... all kinds of behavior reveals the breath of youthful rebellion. It is her youthful unruly character, the achievement of later in the Sahara Desert in the brave pursuit of life's spontaneity and spontaneity. It is this woman who is so rigid and tenacious that has written many wonderful works that have touched and influenced one young person after another and inspired a heart of redemption in pursuit of dreams. Therefore, I say that Sanmao's youth lasts forever.
Lin Huiyin's youth is immortal. She was born in a famous family, since childhood was well educated and cultivated, and at a young age she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. At the age of fifteen, she followed her father abroad and met Xu Zhimo during her studies; her appearance made Xu Zhimo's heart flutter and countless love poems were written for her. Later, she married Liang Sicheng, and they **** studied architecture together, and later participated in the design of the Monument to the People's Heroes. Lin Huiyin, this legendary woman, not only accomplished a generation of poets Xu Zhimo, but also the world-famous architect Liang Sicheng. She used her youth to water the growth of these two talented people, for China and the world to achieve such a "talent project", so Lin Huiyin's youth is always there.
Nara Yoshitomo's youth is also immortal. He loved painting since he was a child, and his parents' tolerant education enabled him to have his own creative space. Still, in junior high school, he often skipped school and went into the field to create. At that time, he created highly representative cartoon works. Now, he still does not change his original intention and continues the style he had when he was a teenager, influencing countless young people with his unique wide-eyed dolls. He pours his own feelings about youth into his works, and the eyes of those wide-eyed dolls all reveal rebellion and quirkiness. He used his youth to achieve a very personalized splendor and success, when said immortal.
Everyone has a different youth. In everyone's heart, youth is a beautiful dream. It is a period of bravery and struggle. This is a landscape that cannot be replaced by anything. Youth is beautiful, beautiful to immortal, beautiful to make people mesmerized.