Our strangled youth, what happened to you?

The blooming and fading flowers of youth make me tired but not regretful.

The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but unbearable and haggard.

The gentle wind, the gentle dream, the gentle morning and dusk,

The faint clouds, the faint tears, every year.

Last night, I suddenly heard the news that Shen Qing passed away due to a car accident. I slowly put down my glass of wine, feeling silently sad in my heart.

Just like watching a movie, scenes of college life appeared in my mind, and the background music was "Youth" by Chong Qing.

The door of dormitory 415 was half open, and Jie Hai picked up the guitar and was about to play and sing. When the familiar prelude sounded, I sang the beginning first: "The flowers of youth bloom and fade, making me tired but not regretful." "But I know this sentence, but not the rest of the lyrics. Jie Hai shook his head helplessly, and then sang: "The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but unbearable..."

Jie Hai has a sad voice, a delicate face, and slightly long hair. He is the most popular boy image among girls in our era.

In the walnut forest, a figure sat alone on a stone bench, as silent as a thinker, with a few beer bottles scattered beside him. Suddenly, the thin figure stood up, and a long sigh with a slight Sichuan accent penetrated the night, "-----depressed."

Playing chess suddenly became popular on the fourth floor of the dormitory building, with 401,402 people The brothers couldn't bear the loneliness and came to challenge us. Amidst our noise, the killed ones abandoned their helmets and armor and fled. After the meeting, a notice was posted in the corridor: "Anyone who dares to come to challenge will be beaten to death."

The campus notice board posted a notice for the club to recruit new members, "Recruiting Newcomers" The two artistic characters were particularly large, which I found very dazzling, so I tore off the "jin" of the word "新", and changed the word "新" into "brief". On the other side, on the World No Smoking Day poster, there was a picture of a boy smoking. The boy had a cigarette in his mouth, and then put an "X" on it. I walked over and used the burning cigarette in my hand to A hole was made on the poster where the cigarette was, and the cigarette was inserted into it and floated away.

As soon as I took a few steps, I met the famous Sister Cao. At that time, Sister Cao's reputation in Guangyuan was at its peak.

Sister Cao asked me directly: "Junior brother, are you still a virgin?" I replied sheepishly: "Yes." In Sister Cao's eyes full of contempt, I blushed and left. escape.

Professor Gao talks about TV art, but I always find it less interesting than Freud's "Psychoanalysis". In class, I was watching "Psychoanalysis" secretly. Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the book "Psychoanalysis" fell into the hands of Professor Gao. Professor Gao raised the book on the podium and said loudly: "This classmate's spirit really needs to be analyzed."

Dean Ren is also our photography and styling teacher. He assigned an extracurricular photography assignment, which required him to shoot a 3-minute short film using a fixed lens. When assigning homework, Dean Ren said, "You have just learned photography now, and there are not many requirements for you. You don't need to dub or add subtitles. You can just shoot a pornographic film and show it to me."

I remembered that there was an old man repairing shoes outside the west gate, so I excitedly went to take pictures with my camera.

The old man was very kind and said to me: "Classmate, is this style convenient for you? You are the third person to take pictures of me today."

I was shocked: "So many people come to take pictures of you?"

"Every semester, I have to be taken dozens of times by you. It has been almost thirty years since you were the dean and I was a student. "The old man said calmly.

There is a reed field next to the Tonghui River, which is very suitable for shooting outdoor scenes of people. Walk a little further and there are several railroad tracks. We usually find a coin or a nail and place it on the railroad track, then sit on another track and wait for the train to pass by to see what the coin or nail will look like in the end.

Once, while we were waiting, we heard the train whistle whine, but we didn’t see the train coming. Looking back, I thought, Oh my god, we were on the wrong track. The train was heading straight towards us, scaring us so much that we ran away.

There are several small bars on West Street and several small restaurants on East Street.

The small bar sells beer for three yuan a bottle, and the small restaurant sells cheap stir-fries. People in the small bar were shaking their heads and dancing, and in the small restaurant there were people talking or crying loudly. On a windy and snowy night, everyone was drinking beer desperately. Finally, in the dark night, a hurried figure flashed out of the small restaurant every 10 minutes. Because there was no bathroom in the small restaurant, everyone had to go to the snow to urinate. While peeing, he sang: "Hey, yeah, yeah, because my disease means I can't feel anything. Let me run wild on the snow..."

If you drink too much, girls will naturally judge you. Good taste. A buddy from the Department of Literature and Art frequently comes up with wise words.

He commented on the big breasts of a girl in his class: "Look at how big so-and-so's breasts are. If you had an argument with her, you wouldn't even be able to point to her nose..."

I remember in the pub at the school gate< /p>

People often cry loudly

Some people sigh in the dark woods

The tape recorder in the dormitory

also plays love you love every day You

But you always leave in a hurry every holiday

My dear brother

Accompany me around the campus in winter and tell me about it

The beautiful girl, the white-haired gentleman

While there is no one and no wind

The story, recalled over and over again, is a little warm and a little sad. Our youth is really gone forever.

Did Shen Qing’s death bring an end to the unforgettable youth, and not even think about the memories?

A kind of inexplicable sadness...