Youth Notes

My sister went abroad and left her one-year-old child in her hometown. She couldn't bear the bad relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

My younger sister is going abroad too, after the high school entrance examination.

I'm going to go to college far away.I was still admitted to the normal college that Wen Ziqing and I agreed upon.

The girls were all gone, and only the little boy was left with his parents.When his sisters left, the boy was still so young, the boy who didn’t talk much at home, and later, many years later, his mother asked him to call his third sister, and he said: Talk to the third sister?What can I say?I don't even know her very well.

My sister had to leave crying.The younger sister left with an ideal in mind. She is as patriotic as her second sister. She said that going abroad can make a lot of money, and if she makes money, she can develop her hometown and help her relatives.When she was less than 15 years old, she went away alone to a strange country.

It was already nine years later when my sister came back.

When her sister came back, she had been struggling outside for 11 years.

After we got together a few times, our mother was no longer alive.

Every time we get together, we find that the years flow so fast and so ruthlessly.

These isolated islands, their stories are many and very bitter.Although these isolated islands are bitter, they are always connected, and they are always missed.Not by land, not by sea, but by love.They are islands that know love especially, because they are always longing for love, seeking love, and experiencing love.

My younger sister plays the guitar. She taught herself because her class teacher can play it. She likes her class teacher, the young male Chinese teacher.The younger sister often played "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" and "About Winter".When my sister left, we didn't sing those songs, those songs she liked, we sang Zhang Mingmin's "Send You a Handful of Soil":

I heard you're going across the ocean

Create a bright future abroad

Give you a handful of soil from your hometown

It represents my exhortation and blessing

no matter where you are

Don't forget the soil of this hometown

Except for the longing for me

Please stick to this sacred land

this dirt this dirt

Chunlei hit wildfire

Rhododendrons are falling

this dirt this dirt

The ancestors plowed, the enemy stepped

You and I once walked hand in hand

I sang this song with Wen Ziqing and Yan on that starry summer night.We took pictures with my sister.My happy younger sister still smiled slightly. After she left, her elder sister, her second elder sister, regretted it so much. Such a good sister can be a sister who can be a bosom friend, and a sister who only feels sad behind her back. She has lost the chance to love her and love her.This remorse will accompany her for the rest of her life.

We are still revolutionary, and we are still singing patriotic songs, which can give people confidence and encouragement, and make people actively forge ahead.But our revolution is not the same as in the past.In the past, we sang boldly and full of passion, but now we just sing as loudly as possible. In the past, it was a natural expression of pride, but now it is a need for frustration and hesitation. Deep in our hearts, we urgently need such songs to strengthen our courage and arm our fragility. We slather on glass to trick ourselves into saying it's not glass, not breakable glass, but a wall, a solid wall.

People who love to sing revolutionary songs may be revolutionaries, cowards, reactionaries and traitors.

After I was in the second year of high school, I seldom chanted slogans. In the third year of high school, it seemed that I was no longer revolutionary, and I started to become decadent.Decadent people need strength, they need revolutionary songs.I even wonder if I have always loved revolutionary songs so much, because I have too much fear in my heart, because I am too fragile and fragile.Maybe there is such a thing.

One month before the college entrance examination, a major event happened, an earth-shattering event happened in this world.Because of this incident, many schools across the country are closed, many colleges and universities are closed, and college students are on strike, marching, and sitting in.Later, many middle schools were also closed, and middle school students also ran to the streets. Later, elementary school students also went on strike, and they also went to a certain place to meditate.Our TVs were broadcasting and reporting this incident non-stop. The TVs in every household were turned on, and excited words echoed everywhere, as well as muffled gunshots.Later, the screens of some radio stations went black, and later someone made some tapes to listen to, and I also have a tape in my hand.Dad's friend, the leader of the Public Security Bureau came to sit at my house, and he said, "My second son wants to be a counter-revolutionary?"Hehe, stop listening.I am not a counter-revolutionary, nor am I a revolutionary.People wondered how calm I was. I didn't strike classes, parade in the streets, or sit quietly. I didn't do anything, and I didn't even talk much.I just watched and listened. Before I figured out what was going on, I couldn't take any action. I couldn't be like many elementary and middle school students in the county, running around excitedly, and I couldn't communicate with many neighbors. Discussing so mysteriously and excitedly.I am cold-blooded.

I just listened, just watched, during the few nights when we stopped for evening study.In those few nights, the whole world was broadcast and recorded, the whole world was full of shouts and gunshots, the lights all over the world were on, the TVs were all on, and everywhere was golden and blood red.That's an exciting sound and color.It is impossible for senior high school students to take to the streets. Wrong, senior high school students are a group of passionate young people, and they took to the streets.Many students in our class, especially boys, marched impassionedly, and some female students also went.I, who has long been dubbed the name of the revolution, did not go, she kept silent, and she looked coldly.This girl in the third year of high school, she has lost the vigor and drive of her youth, she is getting old.

I'm old, not because I didn't go to the parade.Because I can't see the light.My love has no future, the person I love belongs to someone else, the person I love doesn't understand me, love me like I thought, I don't even know what her love is.The god I worshiped fell down, god said I was a wonderful boy, now he says I'm incompetent, he used to lift me on his shoulders, now it's on the ground, my world is shaking It couldn't be rebuilt afterwards, it was shattered and it required a lengthy restoration process.My cousin died, a brilliant flower suddenly withered.Our four brothers and sisters have been separated from each other since then, and we don't know what year and month we will be able to get together. We drifted and separated when we were about to learn how to get closer, and we became a real isolated island.

I am old, and although I have positioned myself in the sky, my eyes have been looking at the ground, but now that the clouds have disappeared, I am forced to see its clear face.

Graduated from high school, I'm very old, I'm half very old.

There are countless roads in the world

The most memorable road of my youth

it's twists and turns it's changing

joy and pain wet with tears

road road road road

always cheer me up

There are countless roads in the world

The most unforgettable road in my heart

it is hope it is pursuit

It is the eternal call and destination of life

road road road road

always cheer me up

This is the road I walked, the road I walked with Wen Ziqing.It is also the path traveled by cousins ​​and younger sisters, and the path traveled by children of our time.It will always be engraved in our hearts, those unforgettable young years.

Old age is not death, old age should be strong, but it will go another way.Wherever it goes, it never forgets:

Last night was starry.