A few days ago, the South Korean boy band BIGBANG officially returned, releasing a new song "still life" after 4 years.
I am not a fan of BIGBANG, but when I saw the name of this familiar group on the news, I still sighed a sentence of "Ye Qing Hui", and the circle of friends was also full of "Ye Qing Hui" or "Ye Qing Knot" sighs.
The first time I heard about this group was when I was in high school. At the time, my table mates were their number one fans, and they gave me amway their songs every day.
It is no exaggeration to say that BIGBANG is her whole youth.
Perhaps everyone in adolescence will have the experience of who they like and who they chase.
Those who liked in adolescence, when they grew up, became in turn a proof of our youth.
The person he likes in adolescence is called Han Geng
@Douchai has no beans
When I was in junior high school, I was on TV and happened to see an advertisement for eye drops.
The boys in the advertisement, with beautiful faces, gentle and gentle, are completely different from the stinky fart boys in the class on weekdays.
"Hit in an instant", probably this feeling.
I asked my friend curiously, who is this star, and she said with a surprised face, "You don't know this??" It's Super Junior's Han Geng! Special fire! ”
"Han... From the moment I knew his name, I began a ten-year star hunt.
At that time, I didn't have a smart phone, I could only wait until only one hour of "holiday time" every weekend, open the computer, frantically look for his information, Tieba bar, video software, Baidu... As long as it is a place that can be searched, it must be revisited.
At that time, star chasing relied more on "offline kryptonite gold", buying stickers to paste on the book, and the book cover used for book wrapping was also him, as well as posters and pendants... From the outside of the bag to the bag, from school to home, all related to him.
At that time, I often opened mp3 with my tablemates, and one person, while headphones, carefully found his voice in a song and the voice of 13 people, "He sang this sentence!" His voice is so good to listen to."
That's how I liked him, from junior high school to high school to college.
In the year of his senior year, he came to the mall 3 kilometers away from my school to promote the new movie.
After knowing this news, my heart began to pound, and the person I liked for ten years could finally be seen.
I carefully painted my makeup and put on a beautiful dress. On the way to the mall by taxi, I was still simulating in my heart, if I could talk to him, what would I say, how should I control my emotions...
In the huge venue outside the mall door, I finally saw him, and at a long distance, I zoomed in and on the camera to see his face.
The campaign was short, and after about half an hour, he turned around and got into a car and left.
After returning to the dormitory, I held my phone and looked at the movie poster on the screen, comparing his real appearance in my mind, "It turned out that he was exactly the same as the person I had seen on the screen for ten years. ”
It's interesting that from that time I met him as a real person, my liking for him didn't swell wildly, but gradually flattened out.
It had nothing to do with him, it was just that it seemed that since then, a little girl's pink bubble of ten years should have an ending.
Now, when I see his news and see someone in the comments section calling him "Brother Geng", I still feel very familiar and nostalgic.
But what I miss, and perhaps more, is my youth.
With ten years, like a person's youth.
The person he likes in adolescence is called Guo Jingming
@ An eggplant that loves to read
The people I liked in high school were Guo Jingming and his "Little Times"...
I still remember that day, my mother took me to the bookstore to buy a math workbook for "5 Years college entrance examination three-year simulation".
As I was about to walk out of the bookstore, I saw a copy of "Little Times 1.0: The Origami Age" on a cabinet.
"This is a novel written by a writer who recently became very popular, very beautiful, bring a copy of it." The people at the bookstore talked as they checked out.
When my mother heard the word "novel," she shook her head resolutely in opposition. In the end, I grinded hard bubbles softly, and the next monthly exam will definitely improve by 10 for exchange, and persuaded my mother to buy this book.
When I got home, I opened the book and saw a city called "Shanghai." At that time, I didn't even know where Shanghai was, but I had heard the name of the city and heard that it was a very prosperous place.
For a 16-year-old small-town girl, Little Times gave me my first glimpse into the outside world—the outside world in the geographical sense, and the outside world in the cognitive sense.
I read the origami age over and over again, and after the publication of The Copper Age and the Age of Thorn Gold, I immediately ran to the bookstore and took them home.
The "Little Times" trilogy accompanied me through high school.
The trilogy was later made into a movie, and many people gave bad reviews, many people said that his words were "youth wound literature", "rotten and smelly", "a mess of sand" became a funny meme, and watching Guo Jingming also became a kind of "self-deprecation".
But I don't think there's anything to be self-deprecating about.
Seriously, Little Times was my first exposure to things like "writing" and "fiction."
"I felt like a huge reservoir that crossed the water mark, and my whole body was full of tears."
"Man is really a completely self-centered animal."
"Our pain comes from love, but our happiness also comes from love."
At that time, when I saw these words in the book, I would only sigh that the original text can be "played between the fingers", the text can be assembled, and the text can be used as a metaphor to convey deeper emotions.
That sense of shock is far greater than the so-called "sentimentality" now.
Later, in the era when the teacher taught how to write an "argumentative essay" at a glance, I was the only one in the class who would write essays and essays every time, and I was also the first in every essay score and language score.
Later, when I graduated from high school, my Chinese teacher said to me, "I don't know what you will do in the future, but writing may be the direction you can try."
Now, as my teacher said, I'm an editor.
But I still feel that even if I didn't end up on the path of writing, even if it didn't leave any impact on me after all, there was nothing to be ashamed of when I liked Guo Jingming in adolescence.
Adolescent favorite people, called...
@I don't call it rake mandarin
When it comes to youth, you must talk about a crush! Who didn't have a crush when they were younger...
My youth began in the sixth grade when I inexplicably liked the little boy until the end of my senior year of high school.
Youth, is to spend 7 years of time, crush on a person.
The storyline I met him was really an idol drama: I transferred to his class, and when I introduced myself on the podium, I glanced down and saw him, completely different from the gray-faced little fart next to him, who was clean and sitting quietly by the window.
There is no plot, more suitable than this beginning, to open a crush.
Of course, when I was in sixth grade, I didn't know much about love (and I don't know much now), and he was clean, which is why I liked it.
Later, we were in the same class in junior high school, and he was sitting behind me, and it was a series of very idol drama plots: secretly pulling a small braid, suddenly tapping his shoulder from behind, and when he turned back to ask him the question, you could clearly see his eyelashes...
He studied very well, in the top five of the class, and I was just hovering around 30, and in order to catch up with him, I studied desperately, desperately to the point where my mother was flattered...
After a year, I improved from 30th to tenth, and when the monthly exam results came down, he patted me on the head and said "Okay you", and I hit his hand hard, pretending to be angry.
But what he didn't know was that at that moment, I felt happy when I thought about it now.
The middle school entrance examination was very smooth, I was admitted to a high school with him, but the classification was not very smooth, he went to the eighth class on the second floor, and I went to the fourth class on the first floor.
The days of not being able to see him as soon as you turn around are really a bit difficult, and you can only secretly see if he is online on qq, what songs he is listening to, or more grasping horses, "making" encounters on the stairs.
In high school, he was no longer a well-behaved student. He smoked and drank with the little in society, hooked up with the girls in the class, and had one girlfriend after another...
He gradually became what I didn't know, but it didn't matter, and for a girl who was on top of adolescence, he would always be the one I liked and would never change.
In my junior year of high school, I won the first place in the English competition at the provincial level. At the school-wide recognition meeting, I stood on the podium and looked at him, but he was not looking at me, laughing with friends.
After the recognition, I found him in the crowd and gradually approached him, trying to use the prize to get his attention.
I walked behind him, looked at his back, and was struggling with whether to talk to him, when he and his companions spoke.
"The woman who just won the award on the stage, the thief fat one, has liked me before, just her?" Hahahahahaha
I didn't cry, I didn't cry when I heard that, I was just a little disappointed.
I was given a lesson called "People Really Change."
But that class also has a name, called "But it doesn't matter, like you, it's called youth."
In adolescence, "like" is a very simple thing, TA is very clean, TA let me see a different world, these can become the reason to like;
But when I grew up, I liked it, and it seemed to be more difficult.
Who you meet, who you have a crush on, who you have a relationship with, who you have separated from, who you chase, who you give... Likes seem to turn into a whole complex and cumbersome system.
This complexity makes people more and more nostalgic for the love of adolescence.
Before writing, I went and asked a lot of people, adolescents like someone's experience.
As I recalled this, I saw the same expression on their faces—smiling, shy but happy.
And their answers, at the end, have similar parts - oh, it was so good at that time...
So, I hope this article can also remind you of your youth.
I believe that your reaction may be the same as theirs.
"Oh, it was so good then..."
Who did you like during your adolescence?
What are some warm little stories?
Share it with us in the comments section!
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