The Illusion of Youth

Catherine Mansfield's Misburu wrote in 1920, is part of the Mansfield garden party and other stories. This is a short story about a middle-aged teacher who sat on a Sunday afternoon and had a good time. In the park, she observes people around and I am very happy to pretend they are actors on stage. Miss Brill is satisfied with the illusion she made in the park. She is a woman living a very monotonous life and finding happiness to create an unreal world that she has an actor's position.

The mistake of young thinking is an illusion that young people can survive forever. Bob Dylan once wrote about his young man, "I was bothering my heart in the heat and cold / I did not think we were very old / we thought we could live happily forever" . - Collin's tears saying goodbye to his coat 4 were moved not only to say good-bye to him, but also to say good-bye to his era of his life. Labohà ¨me may begin in the 1830's, but Puccini is of course considering his own student life; a short music theme related to "bohemian" life is taken from the article he wrote as a student . Today's audience does not require the stage director to update the scene or concentrate on action. And this is the moment that reminds their lives that they are working on friendship, love, laughter, and belief in infinite possibilities The situation is always too early.

Our new skin will transcend those simple ideas and become difficult and embarrassing until we remove the illusion of the young people under the spur of the real world. I am concerned. It sounds awful and loses some kind of innocence, but in the lost innocence it gains a new kind of magic. When intense adolescent hot materials are struck by world hammers, impurities are generated from the metal. It becomes more durable by external violence. However, this is not the last step in the process. The unpurified steel that illuminates itself is powerful and dangerous, but it is a weapon without temporary induction. Due to constant pressure and impact, pure steel is shaped into a more aesthetic and functional one.

At that time, I first felt my duty and then realized that planning to pursue my dream is an illusion. Even immoral youth's immortality will be affected by close contact with death. While I was leaving the world, I developed this urgent, almost desperate need to cheer me up and be loyal to themselves. I once had (and still) unconditional knowledge and love for my friends. This is truly precious. Make friends, keep good friends and handle it sincerely. They can become your moral compass during the storm. Psychologically, as well as literally, like sharing her last sandwich - reading - poetry - long-term afternoon support