As the song "Silver Hair and White" says, the growth of a person can be witnessed from the color of a person's hair.

When they were young and their hair was still black, everyone had hoped that their life would not be destined, so after breaking away from the control of the school, they immediately dyed their hair into shimmering gold and bright red. However, as people slowly began to devote themselves to the larger world, most people gradually let go of the rebellion of the day as if it were a matter of course, and gradually began to let their hair naturally return to the extremely dull old days. Black——In the end, the green and dense black gradually faded into an old and sparse white.

Especially in this era of impermanence where even talking about dreams or the future has become a luxury, after all, is there room and possibility for everyone who still does not want to grow old at this early age to escape from this kind of life from black to white? Depressed fate, and then continue to live out some form of youth in this aging city?

"Silver Hair and White" tells us through soft music and poetic words: No matter how bad the world is, it is actually okay.

whitish growth

When it comes to growing up, the society usually summarizes it into several different stages: adolescence, middle age, old age, dating, marriage, childbirth, retirement, thirties, fortitude, destiny... and I think "Silver Hair and White" "What touched me the most was a question raised by Zhou Yaohui through the image of hair growth: Is growth really such a linear and simple thing that can be summed up?

Hair is a pinch of years, which turns into silver when it meets a crescent moon.
The hair is an inch of red, and it suddenly turns white when it touches the snow.

Although people's growth can sometimes be like a crescent moon meeting the years, obeying a certain slow cycle and law in the dark, gradually changing from a new moon to a full moon, and gradually decaying from a prime of life to an old age. But sometimes people's growth can also be like an inch of snow suddenly turning into white red ground, because some unexpected people and things are completely turned upside down in a moment.

Even a person who is still young at this moment, if he unfortunately encounters some sudden blows, he will become old in an instant; even a person who is already old, if he is lucky enough to encounter some unexpected beauty, In an instant, you can become youthful again, and even the bitterness that has been coming can disappear without a trace.

Hair is a love and hate, continue to miss some silver.
Hair is a desire, continue to desire even though it has become white.

Growth is undoubtedly derived from experience, and people always define themselves today through the past. But if the burden of the years continues to be heavy, all the white hair of longing and nostalgia will start to cover the eyes, making people unable to enjoy every drop of beauty that is still fruitful in the world, making people grow old from now on I no longer want to believe that there is any possibility of transformation in life, and eventually even lose any hope for the future.

But as Kierkegaard said: "Life can only be understood by looking backward, but it can always be lived only by looking forward." Although the protagonist of "Silver Hair and White" has long been graying at the temples , but he is still unwilling to trap himself in the past that has long since settled. He prefers to continue to be curious and longing to experience more possibilities that life still hides, and to continue naively looking toward the broad future as before. wait and see.

Although people often associate growth and maturity with each other, I always feel that: being able to let go of all the regrets and memories of the past and turn them into good expectations for the future—returning from an old mentality to youth is the real growth. .

Hair is a pinch of silver that cannot be changed over time.
My hair was an accident, and I suddenly became blank.
The hair is all happening, but still light.
are you willing? The world is long and thousand years old,
Still have some thoughts,
In the end, it still turns into sweet-scented osmanthus / gray hair everywhere.

No matter how time persists in forcing black hair to turn into white hair helplessly, no matter how cruelly all kinds of impermanence deprive everyone of the most precious people and things in life, with a state of mind that still yearns for youth— — No matter how weak I am at the moment, I can always rebel and create more tenacious vitality through continuous resistance; No matter how pale I feel at the moment, I can always stubbornly create more through continuous attempts colorful meaning.

Even if everything that happens in reality (it happens to be a homonym for "happen") is overwhelming, with a kind of eternal loyalty to youth -- no matter how frustrating things are, relying on the kind of innocence that never obeys the established, Even the heavy ones can become young again; no matter how disturbing things are, relying on the kind of curiosity that always wants to experience more, even the various melancholy scattered everywhere can become some carrying Osmanthus fragrans that are meaningful and blooming gorgeously.

No matter how bad the world is, we are not afraid,
As long as the breeze is slowly drawn like an index finger.
If dry thunder blows from the right ear far away,
Would you like to comb a bunch of silvery but youthful hair?

And in this dangerous age, probably no one can be strong enough to resist the horror of the times. But no matter how corrupt the world is, you only need to close your eyes to see a gentle breeze, and still consistently outline the outline of everyone's life through strokes. No matter how brutal the world is, this piece of space in everyone's heart cannot be invaded by that barbarism. No matter how miserable times we live in, we can always live more gracefully.

Therefore, "Silver Hair and White" poses a question to everyone who is still young at this moment: if a dry thunder is scraped from the right ear far away, are you willing to continue to comb the silvery but youthful hair? Even if you are born in an impermanent age, whether you are in good times or bad times, healthy or sick, happy or sad, are you still willing to stick to this promise of eternal youth?

Everyone is worried about becoming who they are, and everyone is anxious to become who they are.

Growing up always brings a lot of anxiety—worried that you will eventually become someone you hate unconsciously, and afraid that you will not be able to become the person you want to be most after all. There are quite a few people who always hold up the importance of life planning in a serious manner, but what kind of life can we plan on if we are so incomplete?

There is really no such a prescription that can completely resolve the confusion of growing up, and probably the only thing we can do is to stick to this youthful promise. Even if you eat another birthday cake, even if you celebrate another anniversary, as long as your heart is not old, you can always get younger every year, and you can always continue to believe that there are more unknown beauty in the future Bar.

Because only the young at heart will be foolish and more convinced that no matter how bad the world is, it can always be better.