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Growing up is said to give us so much, but all I have gained
are pain and longing. Every time I carry my heavy backpack, like a good
child, as I travel between school and home, I feel like I am stepping on
time, moving back and forth like a black-and-white movie with snowflakes.
As I listen to "The Story of Time" by Luo Dayou, with his hoarse and old
voice, and Zhang Aijia's distant and mature voice, I feel a sense of
confusion I have never felt before. Suddenly, I feel like I am still very
old, and the song is like an elderly person sitting in a rocking chair
gently caressing a yellowed photograph of their youth with a bright smile.
Time takes its small steps, and my tears fall. I wish today could last
forever, that the sun would never set, so I can stop and reminisce.
As I hurry with my backpack, I always see people I know and don't know. They
always look at me with surprise and ask, "Why are you still in class?" Then
they go on to make comments and encourage me: "High school is tough, you
have to endure it. High school is tiring, but if you get into a good
university, everything will be easy." To this, I just nod mechanically.
High school is a time I cannot avoid, and I'm not afraid, but I just want to
remember something. Growing up is a silent file, it wants me to give up too
much, and I always watch with tears in my eyes as I lose my youth. Every
day, every moment, every second in those ticking clock years, I forget how I
spent them.
"The Story of Time" plays again, and Zhang Aijia's voice, familiar yet
strange, makes my heart tremble. This is the story of time that I want, the
setting sun devouring my youth like blood. When I set it to repeat, I really
wish my youth could keep going like this, and I don't know when I'll press
stop, letting this romantic youth take over my space. The time of youth,
with green grass and good feelings, slipped away quietly before I had a
chance to sigh.
Time carries away the story of time like flowing water, changing two people.
One of them is me, and the other is my youth, which follows me everywhere. |
