People like me...
Recently, the song "People Like Me" has been playing in a single cycle, and it won't get tired of listening for a long time. Perhaps the most charming part of the song is resonance.
People like me... For example:
"Excellent people like me
Should have lived a brilliant life
How come more than twenty years come to an end?
Still floating in the sea of people"
Student achievement ranks first, there is always a proud achievement to the fire, no matter what formula, or what exam point will always be seen through at a glance. We were envied by other students, and at the same time, we were secretly happy. In other people's eyes, is excellent.
Speaking a little self-deprecating words, when I was in high school, I was lucky to write a composition. I sprinkled my mood among the lines. I was always chosen by the Chinese teacher as a model article. Then I stood on the platform to share it with my classmates. After class, I was also borrowed and circulated by my classmates. At that time, I especially envied Li Bai who drank and wrote poems. All love and hatred could be expressed in poems obscurely, freely and heroically. So, in my words, there is another story, but others can not see through, also can not understand, so it will feel that it is a painting, Abstract painting. I think, at that time, maybe it was also excellent.
There used to be many kinds of ideas, want to learn from Li Bai, want to become Zhang Xiaoxian, think maybe the sunshine will pass this life, unfortunately, at that time, young to even the idea is sky-high, this life is too long, as long as 80 episodes of TV series are not broadcast, how to do as full of classics as Li Bai, and how to become Zhang Xiaoxian to see through all the love. So, for more than 20 years, it is still floating and sinking in the crowded city.
When I returned home on New Year's Day, I gathered with some junior high school students. When we talked about our current career, I was impressed by one of the boys'proud and penetrating expressions. No matter what kind of bitterness and effort is behind the talk, but at least when talking about the world, he brings us positive energy, which is not related to the annual salary of hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands. This mood can not be measured by money. Perhaps it is more mature. I show an aunt-like smile on the side. Isn't life like that? When you don't laugh at it, it doesn't laugh at you. When you laugh at it, maybe it doesn't laugh at you. But what about that? The so-called brilliant life is not their own peace of mind?
Once upon a time, when we first came out of the cottage, we worked hard until no day or night, when we would get applause and certificates to prove our excellence.
Now, after the ups and downs in the human sea, it is not more realistic to have a brilliant life.
"A smart man like me
Say goodbye to simplicity long ago
How did you still use a relationship?
Go and get a new scar.
Simple, it seems only belongs to a child. For example, the high school students who met on the road in school uniforms hand in hand, no matter their faces or the things they faced, were so simple that they did not have any decoration.
Always heard people say: school is good, carefree, you must study well. When we heard this, we desperately wanted to break away from the "cage" of the school. We wanted to spend our free time like adults, do what we wanted to do, sleep as late as we wanted, and not be criticized for not doing our homework. But now we have become the people who say this, but we have become the people who envy students as a profession.
When you face everything around you again, a love that you treat with your heart but end up fruitless may make you grow up overnight. A person's coordinating work to face many people may let you see through the unknown expressive force behind every good face, which imperceptibly announces sovereignty, and will make you chagrin why you are already smart but still go into the trap of others. This kind of expressive force erodes your achievements calmly, which will make you wonder why sometimes you choose to work harder, and why flowers and applause come so easily to others.
Therefore, in the world of adults, there is no simplicity, because the pure exchange is a scar. Don't deny it, because each of us is forgetting simplicity.
"A vulgar man like me
Never like to pretend to be deep
How can I occasionally hear old songs?
Suddenly he shook the god.
We are the common people in the world. We eat and drink Lazarus, make mistakes, feel emotional and sad. So no matter how much applause we win, how much respect we receive, when the halo fades at night, we are all human beings with two eyes and one mouth.
I like to listen to the melody of sadness when I am in a low mood, and then sit silently on the bus to see the scenery, because it is a flash, like all the unpleasant flashes, and then start again at the next intersection. When confused, I listen to "Far Away", I write sentimental words. When I'm sad, I like to be alone and feel the sound of my heart beating in the air without saying a word. Sometimes I feel sad. When I am free, I listen to old songs, old love songs. Every time I listen to them, I will lament the gains and losses brought by the years. It will make people fall into a kind of nihility. I will miss the scene when I listened to that song, but the time has changed and there is no time in that year.
There's nothing wrong with remembering the past. You'll laugh at yourself and learn to reconcile with the bad things in the past. Looking back, you will always see a different person. That's because now, it's getting better and better.
"A coward like me
Leave a few cents for everything.
How ever will it be for whom?
Think of being desperate.
Mention of cowardice, always think of a man without spirit, a man without opinions, a man without responsibility, as if this image of the man, we call it "cowardice". Actually, not only men, but also women.
I have a friend who works hard and does nothing. Once she went to a competition with a friend of hers. Her friend saw one of her paintings and took it away to participate in the competition. She signed two people, but later, the painting really won the prize. The signature did not have my friend. Her friend said he would go to explain to the organizing committee. Then there was a dinner party. They went together. My friend didn't insert a few words in the whole journey, because all the credit was dominated by her friend. My friend didn't want to explain and seemed to be unable to explain. Later, they alienated themselves. We know the secret friends all know what it is like, but people who don't know it will always feel that the painting is the person on the signature.
Sometimes life is your indisputable cowardice, its existence will let you learn to be kind behind a life of mediocrity. Sometimes life is also an explanation that you want to say and stop. Its existence will make you understand that behind the misunderstanding is the lingering sadness that you can't explain after being misunderstood. So, you lose the strength of desperation, so you continue to be confused, continue to live year after year, day after day, just live.
As the song's sideline: "How many people in the world are there in a confused person like me, a person like me, a person like me, a person like me, a person like me, a person like me, a person like me, a person like me who is not willing to be ordinary?"
Later, we will feel that we are the confused person, the person looking for, the person doing nothing, the lonely, silly, and unwilling to ordinary people.
So who are you?
