Youth, with the look of the wind

The details flowing out of many years grew into dense branches, arranged in nice shapes, hung with bell-like flowers, and then the breeze passed through our chests, carving out the shape of youth.

The sun's silhouette is hidden little by little through the clouds, and I lazily lie on my desk, trying to touch its warmth with my almost trembling hand, but always a finger away. I shook my head and opened the cover of "The Song of Youth" in a bored manner, and read it carefully. The first thing I saw in my eyes was a female student wearing a short white cheongsam, white thread socks, white sneakers, and a plain white handkerchief in her hand, lonely and guarding those lutes, moon lutes and other elegant playthings, while her slightly pale face stared numbly at the outside of the carriage with a haggard look. My heart paused. In fact, I rarely read these kinds of books. It's just that there are not many days to meet a confidante, and I think I might understand why she is in her flowering season showing this pitying despondency? Driven by curiosity, let me browse quickly. It wasn't until later that I finally learned of the tragic experience behind the scantily clad Lin Daojing. When she was beaten up by her "mother", I wanted to say that the world is a cold place and people are indifferent. In the past, I have seen such similar images, and at that time I would shed tears, hot tears gushing out of my eyes, that kind of sadness. But this time, I do not have the desire to cry, I feel her body full of blood and bruises, but, strong is the basic survival, no one will replace your cowardice, as Lin Daojing, adhere to their own insistence.

Meditation, the pages of the book gradually have a certain thickness. The stories of the Lin Daojings made me feel strongly the love and sincerity of the young students and patriotic intellectuals of that era for the motherland, as well as their relentless pursuit of freedom and truth. I realized more deeply that in that era, intellectuals could only find their way out and have a bright future, and their youth was magnificent and glorious, if they plunged into the torrent of the revolution and integrated their personal destiny into the future of the motherland and the destiny of the nation. Life and death, for thousands of years, some people sing praises and some people laugh, and some people even sigh long: "Life and death have a destiny, wealth and prosperity are in heaven." In fact, life and death is just a line of difference between the air and the airless. Some people die in a spectacular way, that kind of people, in another way to survive, can get their place; someone died, by a thousand scorned, trampled on by thousands of people, that kind of people, for a chance to live desperately begging for mercy, but finally ashes. Don't pay too much attention to life and death, what comes will always come, what leaves even if you cry hysterically also does not help, rather than to be ashamed of their own lives, more ashamed of their own survival in the world, so why cling to a future outcome? The scars on Guan Tianpei's body and the gun holes in Huang Jiguang's chest have illustrated this truth time and again. I raised my eyes and tried to see clearly the red sun in the distance, vaguely feeling that it was smiling at me.

With the snow-capped cover, the word "youth" looks more beautiful and enchanting. The fire-like passion of youth in the book always ignites my heart, and the burning years of passion always encourage me to keep moving forward. The blood and tears, bitterness and joy of the struggle years, the rhythm of the heart, is so engraved in my heart. The soaring melody is a hymn of youth: from "September 18" to "January 29", a group of progressive young people, from the indifference of the world to the fervor of the revolution, from the opposition to feudal rule to the fight against the Japanese imperialist aggression. How can we forget the scenes in which they actively participated in the great revolution of the proletariat under the leadership of the Communist Party? Perhaps, the process will always be forgotten and ignored, and the result will always be a household name by chance at the time of one's death or loss. But what is the use of all the praise and honor at this time? Spring is always kissed by the wind without a trace, just like Lin Daojing, decisive of their own beliefs.

From the time I can remember, the most common question asked by adults is what do you want to be when you grow up? They said, "A child without ideals is at a loss about his own future and the path he wants to take, perhaps, wandering on like a lost lamb, fading in the dark." Youth, too long. It is too short. All of us have had youth. For those who are more than half a hundred years old, youth gives them memories and reveries; while for those of us who are in the prime of life, youth gives us endless vitality and beautiful longing. If what Lin Daojing, Lu Jiachuan and Luo Dafang left behind was their unyielding revolutionary spirit to save the country in danger, then we in the new era should carry on their spirit better. And the only important thing is to have a surging heart toward the distance. Very far, very far.

I gently close it and put it away. It all seems so bland, but it still fails to bury the waves inside.

I don't know when the wind in the air began to run amok, I took out my phone and looked up to capture the smile of youth.