Bao Laolang cried in the shed. I asked him why, and he said that he remembered the words he and his girlfriend carved on the tree in front of the No. 8 Middle School. He was in the shed with a dark light,
I was in the control room, talking about those things and them through the microphone. They are like those things called years that slide from our fingertips, and occasionally they still come to mind." - Gao Xiaosong's "Youth Without Youth"
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The pain is so great that it hurts Le Lv.
When I once again recalled the city with the tower, the years when pigeon whistles were floating, and the smiles that had been obscured by the years... I finally couldn't help but shed tears.
.What a strong fortress, no matter how hypocritical it is, it can’t withstand the warmth of that time, nor can it withstand those faces that bloom in the depths of the years. The innocence and kindness are as before.
The New Year is full of roses. The familiar city, the familiar streets, the familiar ancient pagoda... But, my wooden attic can no longer be found. Standing in the surging crowd, each fleeting stranger
face. At that moment, I suddenly felt that I was standing so alone. Just like I stood in the attic after I left, so lonely and helpless.
The lingering affection, the silent warning, the longing eyes. At that time, I was about to go far away. I was young and frivolous, and I was stubborn and wandering. I thought that the exile of the body could realize my long-awaited dream.
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My soul is blue. It knows that my bedside is filled with his songs. His poetic singing and ocean-like sadness make me deeply addicted.
I am always drowned by those **-like blues in the circling pigeon whistles. There, there is my first confusion, my first sadness, my first love song... Close
Eyes, let every note jump happily in the body along with the melody of the soul.
Today, the cassette recorder that once roared in the darkness has long been lost in the depths of time; the wooden attic that once accompanied me in my youth has completely disappeared from my sight, standing alone in the darkness.
In the passing memory, the man who once warmed my cold and lonely years and gave me blue sadness has long since disappeared in the boundless time.
I stubbornly thought that his sadness could penetrate deep into his bones, so blue that every drop of blood in my body would freeze. I had been so eager and believed that the things and people he recalled in his singing would soon come to pass.
The future appears one by one in my life. Even in the most withered years and the most helpless swamp, I have never forgotten that hope.
When I was sleeping in the gradually rising pulse of the years, I inadvertently allowed indifference to isolate my world. Those things and those people must have appeared! Quietly in my life
Sliding past, and then when I regretted the past, an undercurrent overflowed and bloomed.
There is a song that can awaken my long-silent memory.
/ The diary you wrote yesterday / Will you still miss me tomorrow / The one who cried the most / The teachers can’t even remember / The one who can’t guess the problem / I also look through photos by chance /
I just remembered you at the same table/who married you who was sentimental/who read your diary/who tied up your long hair/who made you a wedding dress... I still remember the first time I heard this song
The touching feeling in my heart, those inadvertently beautiful faces lost in the depths of time, boiled so clearly in the depths of my mind.
牐犎第嬪一肖 aluminum四袁袁xinxia堁 occupy the frame—that fluttering white dress, singing softly, that friend who accompanied me to sing for the moonlight in the cold season when everyone was fleeing the wind and frost.
When I reached adulthood, when I stood on the edge of youth, I looked back at the footsteps of my past, but my own sadness surrounded me again. That once was Warmth, distant but real existence, like the brilliance of fireworks but also as short-lived.
The fact that Zhen Nao also looks bad and illusive, those past memories of the past have long since settled and disappeared from my life. And the old wolf also had to face his own transformation, commercialization is only the second, the dark changes of age, The psychological transition made me no longer feel the blueness I once had.
He also asked where you were born/did anyone cry when you died/I don’t know where you are going/your tombstone points to the desolate sky...The bronzes of the year were eventually scattered. The old wolf was in the dim light. The passionate songs in the bar were eventually sung from Lingdian. He never expected that he would become popular in the future, nor did he expect that he would warm the youthful dreams of many children like me.
Our youth has finally left us, and the children in our memories have long since grown up. As current events change, we can only recall the memories and warmth we once had in songs.
The ending of "牐犝馐鐐鐷薹ǜ" has changed. However, the blue that belongs to youth, the warmth that accompanies us through the long cold winter, is an eternal and immortal flame, reflecting the pure and flawless faces. .