Whose youth is not confused
When you have nothing to do, take your children to the school playground for a walk. At dusk, the sky is full of clouds and clouds, and the shallow sunshine is shining obliquely, unspeakable leisurely and comfortable. Baby ran around with a basketball in his arms, disturbing the teenagers who played football on the green field from time to time and getting carried away. I, on the other hand, stroll around and meditate to enjoy the distant days of early summer.
I haven't been here for a long time, and campus life is like a lifetime ago. Now I am running in the noisy society all day long. In fact, I really want to go back to school to see the free and tall grass that has grown quietly, the trees that have stood one summer after another and are still clear, the silent classrooms and long corridors, the playground covered with stones, the sadness of the rising sun and the sinking moon and the sky burning in the evening. They appear in my dreams countless times without sound, no tears, but let me cry.
Wandering aimlessly along the runway, there was a laughter in the distance, pure and flawless like sounds of nature, which made people intoxicated. For a moment, the sun shone through the leaves and shed mottled spots of light, and when I was surrounded by them, I was moved to almost choking. After a thousand turns, I suddenly found that this is the most beautiful gesture of youth. There are no ups and downs of the eunuch, no intrigue in the workplace, only the wanton high-spirited smile and untamed eyes become eternal.
After a while, the high school entrance examination will be held, and then the college entrance examination will be overwhelming, followed by the confused youth and the future that does not know where to go. I still remember the summer when the college entrance examination ended, the long-awaited vacation made me feel terrible for the first time. From the day-to-day race against time to wake up in a drowsy and drunken dream, looking at the empty desk in the room, lost. Now, sitting in front of the computer, I knocked down these words and touched the keyboard with my fingertips. I realized that this small notebook has been with me for nine years. The youth that can't go back.
In my early twenties, I struggled every day because I was young, so I had no choice. Now that the year has passed, another form of youth is performed on the big stage of Xinhai. Work, the product of feminism, or forced to make a living, whether you accept it or not, you have to learn to accept life in peace. Even if there is unwilling, but such a large company, up and down more than a thousand people, who has no responsibility on their shoulders, who can say that my youth is not confused?
To go home, the daughter is not happy, in the face of adults' toughness, fell to the ground and poured out rogues. Suddenly, the milky child had already grown up slowly, and in a way that I could not see, she lived as she should be. Piggy Page will grow into a big girl one day. George's favorite toy is no longer a dinosaur. I will also grow old. In time, I will witness my daughter's confusion in her youth, just like us today.
(Hou Yanfang, Power Workshop)