Author of "Soliloquy": Xi Murong

一

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

Everything happens in the moment of looking back.

If my enlightenment is due to a kind of confusion, then aren’t all my confusions just because of a kind of enlightenment?

When I looked back, I suddenly realized that all my efforts in life were just to make everyone around me satisfied with me. In order to win the praise and smiles of others, I cautiously put myself into all the patterns and all the shackles.

Having reached the halfway point, I suddenly realized that all I had left was a vague face and a road of no return.

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

Two

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

They say that everything in this world must come to an end.

Not everyone knows the meaning of time. Not everyone knows how to cherish. Too many people like to divide everything into paragraphs, and each paragraph must decisively declare the end.

And how much hope there is in the world that cannot end, how much concern and how much thought will not stop even after the curtain falls.

My dear friend! Only a very few people will realize that the deepest source of life will never stop. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, there are only hearts that are willing to love and those that are unwilling to love.

The spring is still there, but the years are flying away.

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

Three

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

And on that high, cool mountain, all the firs continue to grow upward.

That night, I walked into the forest, stood under the moonlight, and whispered some extremely humble longings for life.

The mountains and forests that night listened with tears to my simple and beautiful heart, but they could not warn me of the twists and turns of fate that lay ahead.

As I watched me go away, all the firs were trying to wave to me in the wind, knowing that at the end of the road, there would be a time to look back with sadness.

Looking back with sadness, I saw flowing smoke and clouds, and the mountains were covered with lush green and blue trees.

Everything ends in the moment of looking back.

Give me back the pen I borrowed from you.

"The Song of Green" Author: Bing Xin

My childhood was spent on the coast of the sea. In front of me was the endless blue sea, and behind me was a light yellow field.

At that time, most of my world was blue. To me, blue always symbolized vastness, profoundness, solemnity...

I rarely noticed or thought about it. other colors.

Leaving the seaside and entering the city, I could say I was "dazzled by the five colors", but all I saw was variegated and dim.

I began to yearn to see a large swath of red to cheer up my spirit.

I went to Xishan to look for the red leaves in the maple forest. But this flash of light in front of me is the "approaching autumn wave" of autumn, which is quickly blown away by the new wind.

In the midst of confusion and confusion, I stared at the fallen red leaves in the mountains and valleys, and the idea of ??"looking forward" gradually made me feel happy!

"Luohong is not a heartless thing", it will melt in the spring mud to nourish and cultivate its new generation.

At this moment, a welcoming green picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes! It was one winter when I returned to my hometown and took a bus into the southern Xinjiang of my motherland. The car travels through the mountains, surrounded by dense layers of towering green trees on both sides: the green ones are pines and cypresses, the green ones are bamboos, and there are many unknown green trees with different shades of colors in the middle, lining the ground with luxuriant trees. Fragrant grass. "Green" surrounds me. I fell from surprise into tranquility, silently and happily reveling in the overwhelming green.

I deeply understand that "green" symbolizes: rich spring, vigorous youth, lofty ideals, fervent hope...

Green is the symbol of life. Youth.

Individuals, societies, countries, nations, and human beings all have a youth period in their lives.

I would like to dedicate this "green song" to the young people living in the socialist motherland of youth!