When she was 18 years old, Xiao Cang had just graduated. At that time, when she mentioned her youth, she would always frown in confusion. She can talk about the white-flowered test papers, the backs of the classmates in the evening self-study classroom are like rolling hills, and the sycamore trees at the beginning of summer, growing new leaves with fine velvet; and the poplar tree is mentioned to all her friends in the name of a friend and in a different tone, but she least knows how to describe it.
At that time, Xiao Cang was always silent when talking about the future. The future is a gray and sticky fog, and the poplar trees are her only clear imagination of the future long after. It is also the most impossible imagination.
When I was 20 years old, when I talked about youth again, Xiao Cang laughed first. She spoke of her friends as "all inexplicable but vivid human beings," as she described following them. She talked about how she took a train to Yunnan with two thousand yuan and ate barbecue in an unknown small village. The meat was a pig that was just killed by the villagers in the morning; she talked about volunteering in Hainan, surfing, drinking beer with new friends and waiting for the sunrise; she talked about a little person less than 1.6 Meters tall carrying a mountaineering bag that was more than half a person tall, and kept setting off.
Speaking of the future, Xiao Cang said, where does the future come from? It is now.
P. S.①If any professional knowledge appears in the article, it is all made up.
②I don't know what to note. Just look at it.
③I wish you all peace and success and all your wishes come true.
Intention: The painful self at the moment needs to be saved by the complete self in the future