We passed a river called youth

I received an email from the dog. I spent more than a month trying to write a novel of 50,000 words, hoping to publish in a magazine. I quickly received an automatic reply from the magazine mailbox and then I was caught in an unknown wait. The dog did not notice my feelings at all. I was very happy to tell him that he was going to work in Fucheng. He wanted to talk to me in Fucheng. I am a little surprised, what is the dog today? Is he not mixing in the philatelic market in Guangzhou? I didn't wait for me to ask, the dog hangs up.

The dog is my secondary school student and the buddy. At the beginning, I vowed to become a writer, but the dog suddenly wanted to be a philatelist. On the day of graduation, I went to a magazine in Fucheng to apply for a job, and he insisted on going south and going to Guangzhou. The dog said that Guangzhou has a philatelic enthusiast and a large philatelic market, which is suitable for his life development. After that, the dog strode to the train station, tilted his head, rubbed the yellow hair, his eyes filled with colorful stamps, and the colorful bills earned by the sale of stamps. After that, I and the dog and the other side, looking for a great life ideal in youth. Time and space is like a sharp sword, which keeps me and the dog alive. We are gradually alienating, and occasionally making a phone call, it is also hanging in a few words. After many years, we have become the most familiar stranger.

I am a persistent person, and I can bear everything for my ideals. At that time, I successfully applied to the magazine, but it was just a chores. It was no different from those in the restaurant. The work was not related to the text. And I have never forgotten the original vows, writing desperately, hoping to become a writer one day, so that you can fame and fortune. However, the text always seems to refuse to be arrogant in my pen, and has written millions of words, and has become a little bit of talk. The manuscript fee is zero. I suspect that I am not the one who writes the text, but I dare not give up. I am afraid that the idea of ​​giving up one day will no longer be with the text. I know that the dog is better than me. I know how to go to the stamp market. I made a small sum, but I came here with a female philatelist. I came to love you. The result is two people. air.

When he saw the dog, he was a little tired, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the crow's feet in his eyes could pinch the mosquitoes. I have a brother-like hug with the dog. I laughed at the dog from Africa and was dried up by the sun. The dog said: "To each other." I laughed louder, but there was a trace of sadness in my heart, and youth had quietly slipped away from him. The dog patted my shoulder and advised me to change my job, earn more money, marry a woman, and live a good life. After a while, the dog was finally whipped into a cobblestone look on the riverbed, and no more youthful edges could be found.

After the dog came to work in Fucheng, the whole person changed, became happy, the wallet was also drummed, and I was invited to gather together three or five times. A few months later, the dog handed me a wedding invitation. The dog's wedding invitations are very special, with beautiful stamps on them, all of which are flowers, birds and worms, and are very artistic. I don't understand: "Dog, don't you give up collecting stamps completely?" The dog laughed. It turned out that the dog only made the philatelic work a hobby, not a philatelist. I was in front of my eyes and turned into contemplation...

I left the magazine and applied to an electronics company as a technician. Electronic technology is a professional in my secondary school. I worked very well and was quickly promoted to a quality inspector in the workshop. My salary has doubled. Surprisingly, my 50,000-word novel was serialized by a local magazine. I am happy to go to the dog, the dog holding the magazine, looking left and right, and then slamming me a punch: "I don't think, your kid has two sons." That day, my dog ​​and I were drunk in the food stalls. I also sang the songs of my school hours, completely ignoring the strange eyes of others. We know that when youth is not there, our original ideals have faded away from the strong colors, no longer the ideals that have not been realized, and have been carefully hidden in some corner of the body, but these ideals will be repeated one after another. It was hitting us until the day we were old.

When I left, the dog said: "Life is like this. If you don't want to plant flowers and flowers, you don't want to insert the willows. When you don't deliberately pursue the ideal, the ideal flower will be open to the public."

I wrote this sentence in the diary and saved it. I know that when the dog said this, we had already passed a river called youth.