In a small town that kept saying "big or small" until I finished high school, the only world I know is the winding and long suburban road, an unclean and lively ceramic street, and the three-high campus and the tempting wholesale street that I still remember. I can't remember how nervous I was in high school, but I still can't find one high school and two high schools on foot, let alone the so-called stadium, botanical garden and rainbow bridge. As far as I can remember, I seem to have been to all these places, but I am too stupid to have been there a few times, or I will remember them. Memories are often fragmented. I don't remember how excited I was after the college entrance examination, that is, 18 years broke free from the shackles of books for the first time. It seems that I am still doing nothing at home like a moth, or a whimsical clam.
Eighteen years old, if full of this, is a seasonal desolation. So at the age of eighteen, I was busy in that song, dreaming of fireworks in the moonlit night, completely giving up the puzzling and ignorant concern that had plagued me for ten years, and letting that high score take me out of the tight family's arms. Embark on a trip to the north, confused in front and nostalgic behind. At first, my dream of traveling ran aground in the naivety and naivety of drifting away.
Freshman's life begins with obedient appearance and deviant rebellious heart alternately, but attending class on time may not be much to be heard in class. This is a university. The fast-paced life in Beijing's metropolis didn't assimilate me, but the small campus in the south of Beijing gave me reasons to be lazy. Since I curled up in the corner of the pure land, my life is simple but also confused. I never knew that there were so many unrelated affairs in college, but it seemed reasonable that there were so many flowers and months. These questions and answers that I don't know are right, all occupy the impulse to travel. If it weren't for the boy's appearance, perhaps 18-year-old travel impulse would have been dormant in the lazy habit, but it is precisely because of his appearance that 18-year-old travel has become beautiful and urgent, but it will never be possible.
This is a boy who I describe as wind and water. By chance, I was drowned in his clear eyes like water and intoxicated by his warm smile like spring breeze. It seems that everything is logical, but it is like watching an idol story. The story of dog blood always appears when you are in high spirits. Just like I want to use a phrase' floating like water, half moon' to describe our drunken tree-lined Bai Yueguang, everything is logical but comes to an abrupt end. The most important thing is, the tender first love in retrospect died in a heartless afternoon. I finally know that both water and wind are only tactile but can't be grasped. Everything is an excuse when there is no reason. I know it's late autumn, but the cold wind can't wait to get into the bleak back and wait for when. That was the last time I waited for him to appear, but he was like the spring breeze in my life when I was eighteen, and never came again. Either because of my heart, or because I'm finally tired of this place with my first love memories, so I'd rather dust myself in a book, and the night when others rest is the time for me to breathe freely. Unfortunately, it seems that all books are like enlightenment and ridicule to me. Suddenly, at that moment, I had a strong idea. I want to leave here, and I want to fulfill my previous wish. I want to travel to different skies, and I won't stop until there is no way out.
Once, I said many times that I wanted to see the sea. Just 18 years old won't stop when your wish doesn't come true. 18 birthday, finally in the moonlight, a farce, a hangover, turned into a ridiculous and hateful past. When the traces of cold wind are still lingering in the sky, I just want to leave in this warm and cold weather, even if it is only for one day, even if it is only once, I want to see the sea.
Youth is the most energetic and throbbing. When two friends and I decided to leave last weekend, I understood the meaning of being young. Set foot on a trip to Tianjin, there is no plan, no purpose to walk. I once walked in the fourth district of Tianjin for a day, just to watch the so-called Happy Ferris wheel at night, and dared to spend the night in KFC without an ID card. In love, the three girls took turns to watch the vigil, but imagined the sea laughing mercilessly in pain the next day. Perhaps this is the stubbornness and persistence of 19 years old. After suffering, they refused to take shortcuts.
The sky in Tianjin is blue but also small, just like the cars and roads in Tianjin. When we arrived at the seaside, it was already noon on the third day.
I saw the sea! A man who has never seen the sea finally sees the sea!
If a person only wants to see the imaginary sea, the sea is very blue and big, and when he really sees the sea, he finds that this is not the case. The sea, more like a huge tear, fell on the ground before others could wipe it off.
We chased and slapped at the seaside, happy and sad. Tread barefoot on the soft beach, use your feet instead of your hands, announce your voice on the beach, leaving a line of childish but affectionate statements. Just for an instant, the handwriting has been swallowed up by the chasing waves, and it is hard to say what kind of state of mind it is. I think of Haizi's Facing the Sea, Warming bloom in Spring, and the song "The Sea" sung when I was a child. Perhaps it was from this time that I became obsessed with the sea. I can see clearly at the seaside. Life is like a tide, and there are advances and retreats, but not always retreats. I know in my heart that if I let go of my stubborn persistence, my heart can fly higher only if I turn around beautifully.
At the age of nineteen, in the chilly spring of March, I was grateful for my dream of traveling at the age of eighteen. Just like thanking someone for hurting me, another person will cherish me.
Some people say that time is the best medicine, maybe this sentence is right. /kloc-when I was 0/9 years old, in the spring when catkins were flying, my toad finally came out of the cold winter and stopped hibernating. As a cherry blossom falls, * * * refuses to meet him who is ugly. There are no vigorous soul-stirring, no sweet words and vows of eternal love, no tears in my eyes, only plain people who accompany me as porters for me. Some people just ride bicycles to pick me up from work, only endure separation but encourage each other to struggle together ... but when I sit down and reminisce silently, there are traces of his existence everywhere in the room, desk and closet. Take a break once in a while to sort out the small objects that record our stories and take them out as if everything is a story. The bracelet of the Palace Museum was your first gift to me. The pendant next to Beidaihe is a witness to our happiness and laughter; Last year's Tanabata music box, I was moved by the magical surprise in the moonlight; This summer's little fans, the library naughty insisted on writing my name ... once I thought all love was ups and downs, once I didn't believe in love at first sight but longed for love at first sight, and once I probably couldn't accept plain love. Now I understand that in our lives, most people are ordinary people, and it is hard to meet Qiong Yao's love at first sight, and it is also unbelievable.
I used to think that traveling is searching again and again until you reach a place where you will be dead set. In fact, love is not like this, just a feeling of being dead set.
/kloc-I have been to many places since I was 0/9 years old. I am tired of stopping to work in Shanghai. I miss Beidaihe. I have been to Henan on business for my new love, and I have stayed in Hunan for personal reasons. Every trip will still be exciting, but few scenes can be recalled afterwards. On the contrary, the most vivid memory is a close-up "trip". It was a rare leisurely evening, and my boyfriend took me cycling along the campus wall. The sunset glow in the sky is like a red doll. We stopped and hugged each other. Here we come, looking up at the sky, we see the sunset is strong. When I came home, there was no rain or shine in my heart. Looking back now, this is also plain romance and busy luxury.
A few days ago, some friends met a group, and one friend took a very philosophical name, called "Run and take your time". I didn't understand it at first glance, but I didn't know it until I asked my friends specifically. In fact, it means' life should be like this'. Life is like this, so is love. I especially liked this sentence of Xu Zhimo before.
; "In this life, there should be at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years. " In my most beautiful years, I should have experienced this sentence, so I still like this sentence now, but I don't advocate this realm, or I don't have the selflessness and nobility of the author. Youth has nothing to do with age, but cares about mood, but it is also getting old in repeated tossing. Some people say that we must run in this competitive society, but it is not a good thing to be too tight. I'd rather run in my study and work than in my love life.
I don't want to write an article for a long time, and I want to encourage everyone.