2014年03月20日
Extremely helpless you my youth
The same time, the same ideals, youth, I also love it. So, I will pull a companion to the cinema to see Zhao Weidao's "we will be lost youth", I will go through Liu Tong to the bookstore "the youth who are not confused", I will listen to music at the same time in the accustomed to, download the chopsticks brothers "old boy" to a mobile phone music list. However, the theme of youth appearance, but not as "Youth" in two words or so bright and smooth, be like you and me, alone sad behind the happy surface.
I held the phone to the distant dear sister pour out the pain pains: last year the self-study exam adult candidates this year whether to continue to test, I do not know this famous university diploma of no use, now only the tuition is very distressed, made this year will not be able to do the things I want to do, for example travel. Sister, she certainly can't give me the answer, she said she just wanted to do a good job now, slowly to save some money, finished the card again for the job. Then we had to say the plan and ideal some each other can understand the goals and their own can not understand, but we know, we are not too good. Only the tacit understanding, is that we are going to learn to dance, she said do not want to have hobbies fail in this boring work, but I just want to let your heart is not old, keep this marks the youth.
Why are we so confused? This helpless end where on earth?
We often a crowd singing voice hoarse fall in KTV, all of us have been in the traditional season alone abroad, we are all listening to parents from the resentment, struggling to the powerless to resist, in fact, we all want to escape, escape to a very far place, a person wandering, a man came up to the remotest corners of the globe. Always thought that will someday, we will become like them, compromise to life, an sub family, started life talk nineteen to the dozen, square accounts in every detail, no desire, no longer expect.
As the days of whether or not good? But every time I think about you sad.
It is such a difficult path of youth, we are all from the dream, to bear the burden of life miserable, from tender face, to the final the vicissitudes of life. Years passed, the cycle of seasons, we grow, the youth disappeared.
In the years of silence, I chose to wait. Although sometimes walked, even the direction of all forgot, bursts of breeze, are unable to disperse the sadness, only push yourself temporarily forgotten, so, each time will wipe the tears continued to set sail.
I held the phone to the distant dear sister pour out the pain pains: last year the self-study exam adult candidates this year whether to continue to test, I do not know this famous university diploma of no use, now only the tuition is very distressed, made this year will not be able to do the things I want to do, for example travel. Sister, she certainly can't give me the answer, she said she just wanted to do a good job now, slowly to save some money, finished the card again for the job. Then we had to say the plan and ideal some each other can understand the goals and their own can not understand, but we know, we are not too good. Only the tacit understanding, is that we are going to learn to dance, she said do not want to have hobbies fail in this boring work, but I just want to let your heart is not old, keep this marks the youth.
Why are we so confused? This helpless end where on earth?
We often a crowd singing voice hoarse fall in KTV, all of us have been in the traditional season alone abroad, we are all listening to parents from the resentment, struggling to the powerless to resist, in fact, we all want to escape, escape to a very far place, a person wandering, a man came up to the remotest corners of the globe. Always thought that will someday, we will become like them, compromise to life, an sub family, started life talk nineteen to the dozen, square accounts in every detail, no desire, no longer expect.
As the days of whether or not good? But every time I think about you sad.
It is such a difficult path of youth, we are all from the dream, to bear the burden of life miserable, from tender face, to the final the vicissitudes of life. Years passed, the cycle of seasons, we grow, the youth disappeared.
In the years of silence, I chose to wait. Although sometimes walked, even the direction of all forgot, bursts of breeze, are unable to disperse the sadness, only push yourself temporarily forgotten, so, each time will wipe the tears continued to set sail.