Declaration: It’s not that I don’t understand, but the reality is too helpless? Kobe, my god.

Apprenticeship to Kobe Bryant

Apprenticeship to Kobe Bryant. Who will be his disciples.

I have been searching, looking for the long-awaited longing in my heart.

1. I also look at the non-mainstream

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old. Among us, the post-90s group promoted by the mass media, it is actually an inevitable product of the rapid development of today's society. We are a group of super-personalized people who are brave enough to express themselves. From this perspective, it is worthy of recognition. Some people say that although these future masters have achieved certain admirable achievements, they lack experience and training, and their sense of social responsibility and national consciousness need to be strengthened. But after the Wenchuan earthquake, it was proved that we are caring and not selfish. We all silently blessed them. During the Olympics, we can be seen as a group of young people, whether on the field or in the streets; some say we are born to be rebellious. Ha, don’t worry about this, after we reach the age of 30, we will naturally become normal! When is a young man not crazy? Should I wait until after 60 years old? We are not old urchins. In fact, we are actively welcoming the arrival of the new century and have high aspirations. Looking at the future, it will definitely be a world born in the 1990s.

“I write my articles from my heart”, so we have been widely praised and paid attention to. But there are still worrying situations. For example, it is difficult to write thoughtful articles, and the plot and characterization lack strength. It is good for our articles to boast of being frank, but if they are too frank and lyrical, they will inevitably be pretentious, and instead become unnecessary moaning. The language pursues freedom and indulgence, and some are too revealing and exaggerate the confusion and confusion of adolescence. Look at the personal blogs and spaces of peers. Those non-mainstream cultures even have some horrific pictures of self-mutilation and some explicit sexual descriptions (precocious stamens are easily eaten by insects). What is wrong with us? Is this the so-called post-90s culture? Is this the outlook on life, morals, and values ??of our teenagers? This is thought-provoking. Non-mainstream culture will not become mainstream after all. It cannot withstand the test of time and will only be slowly forgotten. It only represents a small group of people using the Internet to exaggerate.

2. Reminiscences of the first year of high school

I am very fortunate that those are only a small part of our generation. We are still working hard in the "mountain of homework and fog of problems", working hard and enjoying the sense of accomplishment that success brings. Life is inherently unfair, you have to adapt to it. Learning is hard, we can't change the status quo, we can only enjoy the hard work. We carry too many entrustments and high expectations from our parents on our shoulders. We cannot and are not allowed to give up or escape easily. In the ten years of hard study, we not only can endure hardship, but also know how to endure hardship. Whether we are happy or not is just a matter of a moment. It is not that we lack happiness around us, but that we lack the nerve endings to feel happiness. and a refreshing heart. In a hurry, I am already a sophomore in high school. I still remember what I said in the farewell class meeting before we were divided into classes: "...The efforts we made after parting today are for a better reunion tomorrow..." We who are usually naughty looked at the class teacher who no longer had a stern gaze and were speechless. choke. Looking back at the short but beautiful life in the first year of high school, I feel so nostalgic and reluctant to let go.

"No basketball, no brothers." On the playground, I would occasionally play a few kill shots, open my arms like Kobe, and fly freely on the court like an innocent and romantic child. Only at that moment did I find my long-lost self. In class, we stuffed the basketball into the jersey on our back and walked silently into the classroom with our heads down like a child who had done something wrong. During evening self-study, when we were bored, we would make a joke with the teacher, causing the teacher to almost drink all the water he had just drank. It burst out; in class, they would even get into a fight over a solution to Newton's classical mechanics, and they would be red-faced...

And now, the love song prince has gone south to work, and the street ball boy has made a scene After a car accident, I managed to survive the seven-day dangerous period. The original class has been shattered, leaving only our common memories. Everyone has selective memory. We will only look for happiness, but letting go does not mean forgetting. During that period of time, we were immersed in a kind of sad nostalgia, and everything around us became miserable and lonely. However, we can't miss it in the joy and sorrow of loss. Life must go on, open another window, and spring will bloom. Yesterday has passed, tomorrow has not come yet, only today is still in our hands, and our young and lively hearts will never linger in sorrow. This is me, my true self.

Okay, I'm going to do my homework.

Apprentice to Kobe... In fact, I am Kobe's disciple!