Youthful, long-winded

When people are in pain, it is the easiest thing to remember.

--Inscription

Many years of flowing details grow into dense branches, arranged in a nice shape, hanging with bell-like flowers, and then the breeze passes through our chests, carving out the look of youth.

The sun shines through the clouds and reveals the outline of the sun. I am lazy on the desk, and I use the trembling hand to touch the warmth of it, but it is always a finger. I shook my head and bored the cover of "Song of Youth" with a boring look. What I saw in my eyes was a female student wearing a white cheongsam short cheongsam, white line socks, white sneakers, and a hand-picked handcuffs in his hand, standing alone in the elegant play of 琵琶, 月亮琴, And her pale face looked numbly out of the carriage and looked awkward. My heart paused. In fact, I rarely see such books. There are not many days when I meet a confidante. I think, I may understand why she is showing the sadness of the pity when she is in the flower season? The drive of curiosity, let me browse quickly. Until then, I finally knew the tragic experience behind the well-dressed Lin Daojing. When she was beaten by the "mother", I wanted to say that the world was cold and the people were indifferent. In the past, I have seen such a similar picture. At that time, I would cry, and the hot tears poured out my eyes and it was so sad. But this time, I have no desire to cry, I am distressed by her blood and bruises, but strong is the basis of survival, no one will replace your weakness, just like Lin Daojing, insist on his persistence.

In the midst of it, the pages of the book gradually have a certain thickness. The stories of Lin Daojing made me feel the love and sincerity of young students and patriotic intellectuals of that era to the motherland and the unremitting pursuit of freedom and truth. I am even more deeply aware that in that era, intellectuals only devoted themselves to the torrent of revolution, and integrated their personal destiny into the future of the motherland and the destiny of the nation, in order to find their own way out, to have a bright future, and their youth is Magnificent and brilliant. Life and death, for thousands of years, some people sang and laughed, and some people sighed: "Life and death have life, wealth is in the sky." In fact, life and death are just the difference between the gas and the airless. Some people die and grow mountains and rivers. The kind of people who survive in another way can get their place. Some people die, they are reviled by the ages, and thousands of people trample on it. The kind of people, for the sake of a life, are desperate, but they are finally gray. You don't have to pay too much attention to life and death. The coming will always come. If you leave, even if you cry, it will not help you. It is better to be worthy of your own life, and even more worthy of your own survival in the world. So why bother to be attached to a future result? Guan Tianpei’s knife and Huang Jiguang’s chest of guns have repeatedly explained this truth. I raised my eyes and tried to see the red sun in the distance, faintly feeling that it was laughing at me.

Lined with the white snow on the cover, the word youth is more beautiful and more enchanting. The fire-like youthful passion in the book always ignites my heart, and the passionate burning years always encourage me to keep moving forward. The blood and tears of the struggle years, the bitterness and joy, and the rhythm of the heart, are so unforgettable. Gao Song’s passionate melody composes a hymn of youth: during the "September 18th" to "1:29" movement, the group of progressive young people, from the transcendental indifference to the secular to the blood of the revolution, from the anti-feudal rule How can we forget all the scenes of the Japanese revolutionary aggression and under the leadership of the Communist Party and actively participate in the great revolution of the proletariat? Perhaps the process will always be forgotten and ignored, and the result will always be a household name when it is dead or lost. But what is the use of all the praises and honors at this time? Spring is always kissed by the wind, like Lin Daojing, decisively convinced.

From the beginning of the note, the biggest question that adults ask is what do they want to do when they grow up? They said: "A child without ideals is ashamed of his own future. Perhaps, on the shackles, it is like a lost lamb, disappearing in the darkness." Youth, too long. Too short. Each of us has a youth. For those who are over half a hundred years old, youth gives them memories and delusions; and for those of us who are full of enthusiasm, youth gives us endless vitality and good fortune. If Lin Daojing, Lu Jiachuan, Luo Dafang and others left behind their unyielding revolutionary spirit to save the motherland in distress, we should better pass on their spirit in the new era. The only thing that matters is that you have a heart and a distant heart. Very far and far.

I gently closed it and put it away. How lightly all this seems, but still can not bury the waves of the heart.

I don't know when the wind in the air began to confuse. I took out my mobile phone and looked up and smiled at the youth.

Third day: Rao Jingjun