Perhaps,therebelliousisonlyanexcusemadebytheyouthtorefusetheworld,refusetheirfriends,refusetheirfamilies,andbeisolated,theyareloneyinthedark,onlytofindthemselves.Asimpleonesongwillbeledtolostitstastebythespectrum-ledandthemix-tunemadebyus,leavingbitternesslingerinthemindbehind.
Youngerdaysisveryshort,orwhyinouryoungerdaysthoseeldersarealwaysgerruloustotellustocherishouryoutheveryday.Itshouldbeproceedfromtheyonthwhichthe10-year-oldChinesechildrenspentinschool,
theyhaveseldomtrulyenjoyedtheiryouth,andtheireldershavesaid:"Sweetispleasureafterpain",whichisonlythesurfaceperfunctoryofthematter.Becausewhentheyarereadytoenjoythe"sweet",theyalsohavetofacemanyproblemsofsurvive,theyarejusttofindanexcusetoabandontheforthcoming"youth"whichhasbeenpassingaway,theyhavetostruggleinthegreyareasofthecomplexsociety.Theytrytopickeduptheir"yongth"abandonedbythemselvesaftertheyhavepreparedgoodconditionfortheirremaininglives.However,allthethingsaretoolate,theirfacewillfullofthevicissitudes,theyareworriedaboutthediseaseandtheearthlytroubles,theywanttogetawayfromthem,buttheycan't.Whattheycandoisjustsighoutoffrustration,andthendiewithsadness,Theirsorrowevenbeyongtheleaves'.
Youthislikeleaves,maybetheyareinfullbloom,few,prosperous,orlonely.Whenthespringcoming,thegreenleavesaretheintertwinednetoftheseasons.Andwhocanthinkaboutthat,therearealsosomedeciduousleavesinthisseason,itshouldbetheleavingoftheyounglivesonebyone.Buttheforestwillnotlackofcolorbecauseoftheleavingofafewless-greenleaves,thespreadedgreen,asoftbreeze,theyarelikeouryouth,welostourselvesintheirenchantment,whatmakesusimpressedisthespreadedgreenandthespiritandsoul.therearepeopletheUnitedStatesandecstasy,justrememberthatonegreenandonesoul.Theleaveshavebecomemoreexuberantbysummer,theyhaveendlessvitality,andwearelikethem,however,thenwealsofacetoacrossroads,ifwetakethewrongstep,thenwewillfallintotheautumnwhichisuncultivated.Butthereisoneday,youhavetomeettheautumn,becausetheGodisfair,hewouldnotnostalgicanyoneperson.Atthistime,theleavesarenotabletosufferfromthetrainingoftheyears,theyfallinrotation,anditwillneverreturntothetreeitoncebelongsto,becausetherearemanyyounglivesaregivenbirthto.
Whatcanitdoisjustcryingontheground,tillitiscombinedwiththedustandintegration,andbeingwithoutatraceintheworld.
People'slife,perhapsitisveryslim,butitsexistenceisnotjustforleavingtraces,themostmovingpartistheprocessofthelife.Intheprocess,whatyoufeel,isalsoaddaspectrumtoyourlife,youcancomposeacompletesongonlybydependingonit.Ifisolated,itwillnotbecompletemelodies,lackingofthenotesoflife.
Thisisaverylongsong,Ionlycomposehalfofit,itwillalwaysbewithjoyandtrouble,andinthisprocess,
Ihaveharvestedthecharacter,dignity,morality……whichIcan'tlearnaboutfromthesecondaryschooltouniversity.Therainbowofparadiseinthedreamianotfarfromus,itisthedistancebetweentheeyesandhearts.Onlyweknowshowtobeamancanwereachtheotherside,touchthewell-being.
Iwanttodedicatedthemelodiewhichisnotcomplete