youth

When the birds began to fall asleep, when the heart began to freeze, when the light moved to the other side of the earth, I woke up from the lethargy, but I was still depressed.

Early autumn night, wind and cold. With no one to accompany me, I shrank tiredly and sat on the bed, an inexplicable melancholy welling up in my heart.

Looking up at the endless sky, Yue'er quietly closed her eyes. Before I could make a wish, the moon had already been swallowed by darkness. After all, people are just passers-by in life.

My eyes focused on the teacup on the desk, and the faint fragrance of tea lingered in my nose. I know it's changing all the time, I just can't see it.

Occasionally, I will feel that I lack the necessary medium between myself and the outside world, without the help of solids, liquids, and gases. If I shout out my throat, no one will know, and no one will understand what I mean. In fact, it is enough for people to live happily, but people always easily change what they love, think, and think. Of course, this kind of self often appears very selfish. We don't belong to ourselves alone, we want to belong to those who care and don't care about us.

Maybe we're all young, maybe we haven't fully understood the world yet.

Standing up, he poured the tea in the cup out of the window, the sound of the water splashing on the ground was very ear-piercing. Tears slid down the cheeks for no reason and dripped on the diary. Tears soaked the page and slowly spread out, like a flower, unexpectedly bright.

I remember when I was young, lying in my mother’s arms, she told me the story of the moon and the stars. At that time, I was the only one with my parents. In my little eyes, the world was my home. No, it was shared with my parents. Home, of course, will not be able to taste the taste of sorrow.

I grew up with the bitterness of the world, and the bottle containing "hundred flavors" sneaked into my heart at some point. I often opened this small jar of wild flavors inadvertently. Sorrow unfolds endlessly in my arms...

Taking the glasses off my ears left two shallow marks on the wings of my nose. I don't know when, I became a "Jinshi" (myopia), and my father often laughed at me, "My family has a 'Jinshi' without taking the exam. I don't know which grave is on the ground."

I stubbornly hate people who dress up non-mainstream, although I also know that other people's dress has nothing to do with me, and people will not change themselves because of my dislike, but I like to see non-mainstream pictures, because the themes they reflect are youth. Occasionally, I bought a non-mainstream picture, and the short but heart-warming words embedded in the picture suddenly emptied my bulging heart.

Loneliness and sorrow filled the air again.

Youth shouldn't be so sad, should it? I also know this truth, but when a person calms down, that kind of sadness embraces me quietly again, it is like a poisonous snake, slowly devouring my heart and soul. I'm afraid of you. Turn up the MP3 volume to the maximum, and let the sound waves from the earplugs make trouble in my ears, even if it hurts my eardrums. In this way, I was satisfied. Immerse yourself in music, and music drives away the fear without warning and reason for me.

I stood up, waved my hands, and turned around in a circle, but in a blink of an eye, the melancholy grew up, covering the sky above my head.

This damned youth.