This book is an excellent collection of classic novels for teenagers created by online writers, and it is also a "youth inspirational" novel.

Including his debut novel Youth Without Complaints, his later works, Summer on Acoustic Guitar, Girl in Tower, Birds Skimming Youth, Watching Flowers in the Fog, Wild Goose Crossing the Cold Pool, etc. Most of the works are about the concept of love in the face of budding love. The author has always had this idea, suggesting that young friends: quietly listen to their favorite songs, and the people they like watch from a distance. This is the most beautiful, can stay in memory, never change.

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Youth without complaining

Youth really comes without saying hello.

So are the troubles of youth.

Cher looked at the rain and fog outside the window without saying a word. Every year in late spring, this kind of light rain will fall here, lingering and soft, which makes people itch. When it is happy, it weaves many longings and hopes. When it is sad, it entangles many knots that cannot be untied.

Cher is a girl full of enthusiasm and courage, a person who has helped me grow up since we met. Maybe I am destined to be a omnipotent person all my life. From primary school to senior two, no matter how hard I try, I can't do it well. I only feel that my youth is like a bird, a beautiful bird locked in an iron cage, which can never fly to the Woods to show its elegance. But Cher is different. Wherever she goes, she carries indelible enthusiasm and self-confidence, so that her every move can make people involuntarily think of her brilliant future and admire her infinitely.

Over the years, I am like a silent grass, willing to set off her colorful and fragrant flowers.

But now her eyes looking out of the window are weak and confused, a kind of weakness and confusion that has never been found in her. She was so drunk in the rain, as if she had been in that 17-year-old love since last winter and lost her way.

Cher's eyelashes are very long, and it is always exciting when she blinks. Once upon a time, whenever I looked through it, I could imagine a big and quiet church with yellow roses with dewdrops and an ancient accordion that could not speak. But now there is a long sadness hanging on that eyelash, hanging motionless. Reminds me of a nun who walked away in the dark with a white cloth and a candle.

"marnell." She suddenly turned her head: "Do you remember those stupid words we said in junior high school?"

I said I remember, of course I remember. Every time we sing poetry, sing songs and read novels, we like to talk shyly about some problems that seemed quite troublesome at that time. At that time, she liked to turn all the boys in our class into shy prawns, and sometimes she talked about two "prawns" who suddenly came to see her on a Sunday, sitting on her sofa and blushing. And the only thing I can do is try my best to find some fantasies to prevaricate my own blank in this respect. In fact, I don't like memories very much. Memories will disappoint me. From grade one to grade two, except for more and more reference books on the shelves, I have made no progress at all. I used to like that bamboo frame, especially in summer. It feels cold and slippery. But not now, because it only smells like an old book, and it has become moldy in your heart.

"At that time, you said that you hoped that a boy in black would hold your hand when you were most frustrated." Cher said, "But I said I would not fall in love until I was twenty, and now I understand how pale and powerless my vows were." There was a self-deprecating smile on her lips, and I think the dizziness caused by light rain has disappeared.

I said in a vicissitudes of life: "Xia is certainly the prince charming in the girl's mind." Besides, love can neither stay nor stop when it comes. "This tone scared me. Which book did I learn?

Go to the living room and pour yourself a glass of water to drink slowly. Holding a glass in hand is an unforgettable cold. I feel like crying in my heart. To tell you the truth, I really hate discussing her attitude with Cher. What should I say to her? Carrying a lot of puppy love? Or talk about the sweetness of first love?

two

From the age of fourteen, I felt that I had walked into a very boring novel and couldn't get out. It seems that my words and deeds have been manipulated by writers hiding in the dark, and I am not in charge.

No, today I did another thing that I regret very much in hindsight.

Cher took me to accompany her to meet Xia in that very advanced bar with karaoke. When I first set foot on that soft light blue carpet, a strong desire rose in my heart. I think when I can make money, I must come alone with my head held high.

Xia sat there waiting for us. No, wait for cher. He is really handsome, and I think many girls of seventeen or eighteen will think so when they see him.

Cher pointed to Xia and said to me, sit down. Just forget it． Just forget it． He is a middle class. Xia just smiled at her. In that kind of smile, Cher is like a pure and noble princess, and like a small tree growing wantonly in the bright sunshine. My heart ached with jealousy.

I regret coming.

Their conversation is far from romantic as I expected. I feel like a 100 degree light bulb standing among them, and the big milk on the roof shoots the white chandelier and taunts me like a fish eye.

It suddenly occurred to me that Cher and Xia met at the beginning of the 70th anniversary celebration. Cher has a clear voice, and Xia is the lead guitarist of the song and dance troupe. At that time, their cooperation was very successful, and a song "Dedication" won thunderous applause from old and new alumni. I still remember Xia casually praising her: "Good singing, really good." Cher just smiled, with a little shy smile, smiling, like a flower in bud in the winter wind.

Xia asked Cher that your friend doesn't talk much, right? Cher said, "Yes, I have been talking tirelessly for several years." After that, they all turned to look at me, and I soon found it difficult to add a large piece of ice to the expensive drink in front of me. Don't blush, I said to myself.

Well, it's nice to be loved. At least the youth I thought would be full of vigor and vitality would not be as dull as it is now. Maybe many years later, a boy who loves me as much as Ai Xia Cher will change my life. I think love is the most changeable thing, hasn't Cher changed? I remember once on New Year's Day, an unknown boy sent her an expensive New Year card, saying that she was a piece of ice that refused to melt. For this reason, we laughed for a long time, but now she is ecstatic to melt in front of summer.

But when will that day wait, and will I still have the same mood as today?

Their party was boring this time, probably because I was here. When a young man with long hair jumped on the stage and sang a strange song, we were ready to leave.

When we parted, Xia didn't say those pleasantries that we hoped to meet again next time. I wanted to find in his eyes his forgiveness and tolerance for being a third wheel for me for so long, so I found it. At that moment, I felt heartache for my humbleness.

On the way home, Cher showed me many newly opened shops on both sides of the street. There were so many kinds of Polaroid in the happy forest ballroom of the small Hong Kong hair salon, and then I woke up in a trance, as if I had crossed the road for a long time. I think the sour and noisy world on the street is not mine, and every bustling corner is not mine. My world is only six square meters-my six-square hut.

I don't know when it started. I'm used to shutting myself in my room. My mother once asked me angrily, "Why do you close the door tightly every day?"

"learning." My reasons are untenable.

Dad was surprised: "We don't argue with you, so why do we have to close the door?"

I am speechless. But then it was the front door, but every time I heard that loud noise, I could feel their anxious eyes staring at me like arrows. "I'm sorry." I can only say this in my heart. After all, I worked hard to raise me, but I kept them out of my world so arrogantly.

But I can't tell them that I just want a space of my own. In that case, they will feel wronged and may be surprised to ask, "How big is the world?"

three

"He is panting like an ox." Cher described Mr. Tang to me like this. "Miss Tang" is the abbreviation of our head teacher.

"What did you talk about?" When we said these words, we were eating in the canteen, and there was a lot of noise around us. Cher pulled the remaining half of the food onto the table.

"I call him Rykov." She said, "I accidentally scolded him and he was very angry." After a long time, she knocked on the edge of the bowl and said, "In fact, I know that he is good for me, and everything he said is right. But he refused to go back to 17, and didn't even think about me for a second. Forget it, forget it, let's go. " She stood up and took my arm: "The duty officer saw me pour the rice on the table, so it's time to scold me."

"Aren't you afraid?" I asked, "I mean your parents."

"What are you afraid of?" She's weird. "All the novels indicate that my love will have such a day. Since you have done it, you have enough psychological preparation. " She said.

I held her tightly.

"The news of the teacher also came really fast." I said.

"Forget it, marnell." She shook her head: "Even if you think you are a secret protected by an iron wall, you can't beat a mouth or a stamp."

"You mean, if there is no backlog, you have to do it yourself?"

"It sounds old-fashioned." She smiled: "I didn't mean that." It was a long time before she whispered, "You don't know, marnell."

Suddenly I remembered a lyric: "You said I was unpredictable like a cloud, but in fact you don't understand my heart ..."

Cher is like a cloud to me, because I don't understand her heart.

That's what I said when Sir Tang asked me to go to the office.

"How come?" He corrected me: "You have been good friends for more than four years. You should know that Cher's classmates have high self-esteem. Our teacher's parents' meeting will make her rebellious, but if you persuade her from the perspective of a good friend, she will certainly listen. "

"No, maybe she won't listen either." I refused him. I don't think I can get involved in this matter.

"Manna classmate." He looked at me with fists and fists: "Cher has always been the pride of Class 1, Grade 2. You see, the final exam is coming soon, and puppy love will delay your studies! " Besides, you can't just stand by and watch her go astray? "He put on a face that only a female primary school teacher has, and leaned forward slightly, suddenly reminding me of a flag that is eager to stretch upward in the storm." Convince her, huh? "He added.

This expression made me shudder and I was defeated at once.

"ok." I said.

Go astray? Fortunately, he is not a Chinese teacher, otherwise I would despise him.

Go to the playground, only to find that cher is sitting under an old tree reading a book. The sun shone mottled on her wide, soft white skirt.

"What a different girl!" I sighed softly in my mind.

Later, we went home by car together. Looking at the fading scenery on both sides of the window, I deeply feel that life is the same, and how many beautiful things can't be taken away and left behind!

Why didn't anyone say that Cher was fighting for her youth? Why?

When I got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my mother bought me a white skirt, as white, as wide and as soft as Cher's. She said kindly, "A girl of 17 years old can look more elegant in white." In the evening, I blew her freshly washed hair, some of which were dazzling white. I said in a daze, "Mom, I must try my best to get into the top ten in this final exam."

It is late at night. I can't sleep. I am really desperate to think of those math papers that are still blank after racking my brains and my relaxed commitment.

Press a cold pillow on your face and forehead to let the cold seep into your brain. "I wonder if there is a sea in my dream tonight?" I think.

However, I still can't sleep.

four

Cher didn't come to class today.

I went to her house to find her, only to know that Sir Tang had been to her house last night. There was a scene at home, and she went to her cousin's house.

Her mother said to me with red eyes, "Cher, a child, has always been stubborn and refused to go home this time." Manna, you and she are the best. Please help me ask the boy what conditions he wants to let us go. " Hmm. "

She described Xia as an adult trafficker and made me laugh.

"Aunt." I said, "Don't worry, Cher will definitely go home when she figures it out. I'll help you."

The whole class became enthusiastic at once. I really don't understand. Those who pretend to be innocent all day, those boys and girls who blush at a glance in class, who are qualified to talk about others?

When I went to see Cher's cousin, she was sitting on that wide and long sofa, thoughtfully.

"I never want to go back to that suffocating and annoying home again." She said bluntly to me, "If you are sent by them, I don't want to hear what you have to say."

"I came by myself." I said, "Cher, don't be childish. Besides, it is out of fashion to run away from home now. "

"That's enough!" She interrupted me: "Your words are not humorous at all! You know what they say. They call An Xia an idle social scum. Together, their three mouths vilify the purest and most beautiful feelings in my life. Now you stand with them and hurt my self-esteem and even my pride! " She covered her face and tears ran down her cheeks.

How much I envy her, until now I found out the price she paid for being different. I understand now that the most free and easy people are also fragile when they are fragile.

"Cher." I took her hand and said, "You know I'm on your side. I am stupid and speechless, but I am really doing you a favor. I know your self-esteem and how helpless you were that night, but we don't need to be so formal at all, don't you think? "

She is still crying. I have never seen her shed so many tears. "I'm ashamed. She said, "The more people oppose me, the more I want to do what I shouldn't do. "

"I understand." I really understand her.

"I want to rest here for a few days. There are many things I want to think about alone. Manna, you don't have to take responsibility. " She raised her tearful face and said, "I'll be fine." Then she took out her poems from behind and handed them to me.

I am familiar with the light blue cover. There are many such poems. I asked her to show it to me before, but she refused.

"I have been growing up wearing a mask." She said, "Now give you a real me."

So the next day, in the small teahouse called "Mingxian" next to the song and dance troupe, I slowly sang Cher's poem to Xia:

"I used to be quite proud/proud of you and me speeding/but in this tired wind/as tired as the wind/I can only remember that you said my wife was hazy/even if you tried your best, I couldn't find any trace/just like I hid all the secrets in the rain and fog that night/I couldn't find any innocence and poetry/actually/what do you need? My friend/you can only be friends.

"This is a summer." I said, looking up at him, he was a little shocked and his expression was faint. Under his smoke, I went on to read "To Xia Er".

"I want to mature in your eyes and grow up/but I can only give new words under your back. I said that I was sad/the waves that sublimated into stars last night/the years were dyed into quiet loneliness by my faint acacia/I walked and walked for a long time, and I was infinitely tired/I looked up but still in the eyes of the secular/I had to sigh helplessly. "

"She's exhausted." I said to Xia, Xia's eyes have a lot of care and worry.

"Even if she lives in her cousin's house, she won't come to me." He said.

"She's afraid you're worried."

"She is afraid that I will laugh at her." Xia hit the nail on the head: "I'm afraid I'll laugh at her fragility or her escape."

"We don't understand." He is helpless.

I went on to read To Xia San.

"I really want to say goodbye. I really want to/but I don't know if you can remember my bright smile when I prayed sincerely/remember that there was a 17-year-old girl who kept weaving crazy dreams around you/if I really want to see you again/I must see your heart broken silently and gently on the long platform/I must let you know that I love you, but I can't stay/wave/It will be a beautiful eternity.

"I understand what you want to tell me." Xia stubbed out the cigarette butt: "Cher and I are both pursuing a false love, just like you said," he laughed. "Cher is exhausted in love, and I am carrying a heavy load for fear of delaying the future of a good girl."

"Do you know what you should do?" I asked.

"If Cher understands." He said that after a while, he added, "Of course she will."

I smiled confidently.

When he left, Xia said to me, "Cher is right. I can only be regarded as a friend in her long years. "

I gave a long sigh.

five

Cher seems to have lost a lot of weight when she came back to class, but her face is not pale.

"I'd better go home." She sprawled helplessly on my cot. "My puppy love, after all, is exactly the same as others', which develops and then is stifled."

She was proud of that relationship that she thought was different at that time. I understand her mood now, a little sad and a little relaxed.

"You and Xia can still be friends." I said.

"Of course, it's just that he can't hold my hand and talk to me anymore."

"Do you regret it?" I asked in a hurry.

"marnell." She laughed loudly: "will I stick together with the regret of breaking the glass?" Actually, I'm relieved. That relationship was in the first half of my life, and I lost myself for half a year. I am really tired. "

I'm relieved.

"I thought I was strong and romantic." She went on to say: "Maybe every girl who is puppy love will think so. In fact, when she finished walking, she knew that she couldn't bear such a heavy burden because she hadn't reached that age. "

"But the novel is beautifully written. When Bud first opened his eyes, he was full of pride, crying and laughing." I said.

"Literature is emotional and the reality is different."

"Do you think you are going the wrong way?"

"No, Xi Murong once said,' Youth without resentment has no regrets, just like a quiet full moon on the mountain'. Maybe the day I put my hair on my temple will be a perfect beauty in retrospect. "

She's right. Youth without resentment has no regrets. Maybe I had an ordinary youth, but it was never dull. Although I have pursued it, it has little effect. I have yearned for it but never blindly. My youth should have no regrets.

Maybe some people are destined to take a short detour in their youth, such as Cher. Maybe some people are destined to follow the rules, such as me.

But we will grow up eventually, and grow up quietly with a feeling of no regrets.

Here it is.

Tian Tian Lan: A collection of short stories by Rao Xueman, a professional writer of youth literature, telling the growth story of boys and girls aged 14- 17. It is youth that is strong and growing. Describe the bud of adolescent love. A touch of sweetness and a touch of sadness and bitterness, love arrival and the entanglement of same-sex friendship. Aestheticism makes people feel a little unreal, and only in this way can we be fascinated. The girl changed from a long gloomy mood to a sunny mood, and the magnificent Tibetan customs dotted the novel like a narrative oil painting.