It's not too late for you to come home today, and I'm naive as a teenager.

"I came from afar to make an appointment with you." Fourteen years ago, when I was young, I listened to Pu Shu's "born like Summer Flowers." I didn't realize how heavy the agreement was, and I didn't know how hard the journey was. I just thought it was a very poetic lyric, beautiful and somewhat erratic. At that time, who would think how far away it would be? How far will the future be? Confused, the panic was pushed by the years from the bright youth into mourning middle age. In the washing of the years, the time has changed, things have changed, suddenly that person came, across thousands of mountains and rivers appeared in front of you, dusty, smiled and sang to you: "it is not too late to return today, to be naive as a teenager."

Yes, innocent as a teenager. Because each other is no longer young, but at least the innocence of this youth is still there, you and I are still innocent and do not sink in this earthly world, committed to the mud. After all, it is no more frightening to read du Fu's "giving away the eight virtues" when he was young than after the vicissitudes of the years: "the best friends in the world are really rare to meet and engage in business." What day is it that I am so lucky to be able to pick a lamp to share my feelings with you tonight? There is no time in the prime of life, and I don't think you and I are grey. Asking about old friends has become a ghost most of the time. I heard you exclaim that the heat reverberated in your chest. " Sadness, joy, fear, etc. Mixed feelings came to mind, but for a moment I didn't know where to start.

from "I go to 2000" in 1999 to "born like Summer Flowers" in 2004, and now the constellation Orion, it can be said that Park Shu's songs run through my youth and youth. In those confused, hesitant, and gradually firm and clear years of youth, that recalcitrant teenager, in the beating of reality and the rolling of the world, learned to calmly accept everything given by fate, and learned to endure, restrain, and even compromise, but even when he was so painful to split and fragile to collapse, he still disdained to be tainted with that snobbish secular flavor and refused to hand over a piece of sincerity to exchange for five buckets of rice. Clean, simple, sincere, often look back, often listen to Pushu's songs, can always find the shadow of their growth, glad that they are still young.

after listening to Orion over and over again, I vaguely feel that one of the most important propositions in the whole album is: how do people live over time? When the youth is no longer, does it seem to lack the strength to sing Forever young again? When reality is ruthless, the world is indifferent, and fate is ill-fated to treat you, can you disdain it and go your own way? When you fall into confusion and disillusionment, can you maintain self-confidence and perseverance? Park Shu did not give an affirmative answer to these questions. He never avoids his pain, fragility, and fear, nor does he overexert himself and arrogantly say those words that conquer fate. He can only sing "fate is like a knife, let me understand it", "Just is so young and so proud, he has a knife in his eyes and refuses to beg for mercy", "just let me take away the pain in my heart and let me have nothing in my hands again." Arrogant to death, knowing that you can't win, don't surrender, even if defeated, don't beg for mercy. This is a kind of "grace under heavy pressure", this is an indomitable nobility, this is a kind of youthful spirit-it despises the slickness, calculation, balance, and preservation of the middle-aged.

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Pu Shu's youthful spirit lies in his sincerity. He is fragile, lonely, resentful, confused, and uneasy, but he never conceals it or asks for a solution, as if these pains are destined to become a part of his life. If he wants to grow up with these pains and can't get rid of them, he depends on each other. He does not exaggerate or ignore the pain, and it can even be said that his pain enriches him and makes him so different from the singers who sing "shallow joy" and "tearful idealism". He also sought solace from Buddhists, but never took it as spiritual sustenance, falling into the nihilism of "rock Rinpoche" like Xu Wei. He used to be wild, but as Hesse said in his novel Narcissus and Goldmund, "the life of a libertarian can be one of the ways to the life of a saint." he knew his fate and was mature. Unlike some stupid punks, he advocated extreme individualism without any restraint. He handed himself over to fate like the wind. "it is because the wind has given up on itself that it can blow so far." He sang in "empty Sailing Boat": "I love every day when it is hard and try my best, and I will miss all these twists and turns." Let me wander half-drunken in my destiny, let me follow her ups and downs and dance with her. I love the happiness that only I know every day that will not be taken away by the wind. "

return naive is also like a teenager, the years let him go through the vicissitudes of life, but also gave him maturity, clear, transparent, as he wrote: "there is a book describing the formation of coal." Some trees withered and were buried in the ground. after a long time, they were squeezed by strong external forces and finally turned into coal. Other trees, buried in deeper places, experienced longer periods and more intense squeezes. They turned into diamonds. " He has never been so relaxed and calm: "Yes, there is homework to be done today, but tomorrow there are worries about tomorrow, so let it go. The ship will naturally go to the bridge and wait for the boat to get to the bridge." He is no longer pretentious, competes with himself, nor is he the enemy of the world. When he has gone so far, he always has the feeling that "until he sees the ordinary is the only answer."

the "unknown Song" at the end of the album is particularly good, which reminds me of waking up from a hazy dream on a summer afternoon when I was young. Turning on the old radio with sleepy eyes, the love songs on the radio station were sentimental and touching. Suddenly, I heard someone singing on the rotating radio station, the lyrics were not very clear, and I didn't know the name of the song. disappeared without a trace in the stinging sound of the airwaves. Cicadas hissing outside the window, tree shadows mottled, he slowly recovered in endless frustration, there is such a moment, think of the future, too far away seems to be out of reach. Now, looking back, I still vaguely remember what I looked like when I was young, but the past was too far away to be traced.

"you have already"Dusty and muddy, what a white-haired passer-by. " Life is a dream, Baiyun Cang Dog. I think of countless years of youth. I think of the endless hours of reading in the library. I think of a man climbing and descending the mountain alone late at night. I think of the small southern town where I lived for ten years. There was a girl who could speak Russian. She taught me to say, "I love you so much." she also taught me to say "goodbye". I think of the lonely moments when I grew up alone, those who gathered and parted, the countless people who appeared and disappeared from my life and didn't even have time to think about it. I think of that sunshine, breeze, and white clouds, all like me, wasting their time in the world.