When I was a teenager, I was always scribbling hard on the empty pages of my life, trying to fill every gap, trying to leave the most colorful strokes.
For Zhuang Yanyan, looking back on his three years in junior high school many years later, the so-called like-minded friendships, the so-called fantasies of the first love, the so-called infinite longings for the future and the future, the so-called high spirits and depression, frivolity and inferiority, freedom and anxiety, bravery and superficiality, all became thinner over time, and then completely dissipated at an inadvertent moment. The gaps that I had tried to fill seemed to have left no trace after careful searching.
I am accustomed to youth in movies and TV dramas being always full of accidents and luck, or hardships and sufferings. Zhuang Yanyan's youth, like most people in this world, was filled with the joys, sorrows and joys of a young mind. In the monotonous and trivial study life, in the overlapping days and nights of joy or sadness, he cautiously confronted the world with a sensitive and clumsy heart.
When it comes to youth, the focus always belongs to those outstanding, unique, wonderful and weird people. But in fact, for most people in this world, youth is often a street, a class, a bottle of soda, and a sunset. We may not have left a significant mark on our blank era, but when we grow up and fight against the world, we suddenly miss those people and those things at that time.
Concept: Youth is not all colorful, but a period of plain and gentle blank time