What did Xi Murong's two short articles mean?

Youth
He instructed the makeup artist to apply different shades of paint on her nails. The makeup artist looked at him strangely and then at her.
"She's young. She should dress like this."
She was young, only sixteen, sixteen and a half years old!
That morning, she was wearing a pair of Idida's sneakers and a big red shirt. The shirt was wide and big, and there were some English words printed on the chest. The first thing that made him angry was the red and white sleeves. Then, he frowned and looked at the belt that was not buttoned properly but had a knot on it. Finally, he cursed! He saw her fingernails. All ten of them were painted with different shades of nail polish. Some of them even had new golden and silver sticker.
"What do you look like? Do you look like a student? I worked so hard to earn money for you to study, and this is what you study?"
The final conclusion was to let her wash it off with some water. He didn't care about her nonsense about having summer vacation, about how everyone loved to be like this, about having fun, and so on.
Although she was dejected, she still cleaned her nails before leaving. She went to the movies with her classmates.
When he saw her again, she was with a boy. The boy had long hair and was a university student. He was wearing a shirt and jeans of a strange color. The two of them had their heads together and seemed very intimate. However, the boy's originally fair face was splattered with blood, and she, she was lying down beside the boy. He couldn't see her face, only the dark, wet red wood. Her hands, which were gripping the asphalt road tightly, were clean without any dirt. Her fingernails, which had been washed before she left the house in the morning, were white and bloodless.
He shook his head to wake himself up. He looked at him with certainty and then at the makeup artist of the funeral parlor. He repeated,
" She's young. She should dress like this. She likes it."
He was once young.
We cannot love most people because we have never seen them when they were young. If someone in this world still says to you:
"Ah! I remember that when you were young, you were fat and couldn't walk steadily…"
You are happy because someone knows your childhood appearance. Any great hero or great hero, once they heard someone say:
" At that time, you were still young. One day, you were holding a kite…"
She couldn't help but feel her heart soften. She timidly looked back and saw the silly child from many years ago. The child's eyes were sparkling, and he was not afraid of anything. He laughed and left.
I always tried to capture the image of him when he was young from the conversation of adults. It turned out that such an old and boring person with drooping saliva was once a young person who was loved and cherished by others.
If I have ever loved someone, I have always tried to piece together that person's childhood. Whether in the flames of war in the north that burned for half a day, or in the peach blossoms in March in Jiangnan, or in the small Hakka villages in southern Taiwan, or in the narrow paths of the barren mountains in Yunnan, I saw that person opening the bud of righteousness.
Yes, if a mortal like me could be considered to have loved some adults, it was because that person was once young and was once the lifeblood of a loving person who could not bear to part with life and death.
And if you ask me why I love the children playing in the square whom I have never met before, I will tell you that it is because I love the faint wind and frost in front of the child, the noise and excitement of him standing on the shallow beach of life, taking off his clothes to cross the river, and the maturity that is about to be revealed in his eyes.
The first chapter seemed to be more difficult to understand. What did it mean?
Thank you. Happy holidays!
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Answer 1

I'm not sure if there are two short articles in Xi Murong's works. If I can provide more information, I will try my best to answer your questions.