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An essay on tampering with history
Everything is changing. From one era to another or from one day to another, change is an inescapable fate for each of us. The elders say that young people are frivolous, but they are not. We're just changing. It is precisely the era we represent that the changes are enormous, which makes us unable to understand and accept. But please allow me to give some simple examples to illustrate and prove our changes.

In their time, it was a blessing to be self-sufficient; And we are noisy, we love the feeling of carnival and like to chase the trend of "dazzle". In their time, if you study hard, everything will be top-notch; And we are "greedy", we have our own hobbies, and the achievements in Chinese, mathematics and English are not enough to explain anything. In their time, they ran for high office and wanted to get rich; And we know that what we want is not power and wealth, even beggars should face every day happily.

We will make friends with the opposite sex without scruple and laugh when we are happy; We will often visit various small shops and sit at the end every once in a while; We will play video games in droves, eat fast food and lose track of time ... which they have never experienced in childhood and adolescence.

In fact, it's not just us, they are changing themselves. I lost my childlike innocence and convinced myself under the thick protective layer of "adults" I was naive at that time, but I refused to admit that I was naive and happy at that time.

I remember, that was one of my sisters. She is the backbone of the class. It seems that she bears the brunt of everything. She came home late that day because of something she could have left behind, but it was very important for her flight. Her mother scolded him many times, calling her "simpleminded" and "insane". I don't know why her mother didn't think of "responsibility" and "obligation" at that time. As a high flyers, I don't believe that she hasn't experienced the same thing, and I don't believe that she is living with such an attitude.

We have to admit that sometimes we can't understand adults just as they can't understand us. Change is a fact that each of us must respect. If you don't admit it, you will face a meaningless argument. After the argument, both sides lost, but the change in the middle was blatant.

Change is inevitable. Maybe we should all learn to adapt to it instead of trying to destroy it in vain.

I seem to have just left the cliff lightly ... floating and secretly pleased. Suddenly, an invisible force ... forcibly pulled me back-it turned out to be the third grade. "Hey, we are in grade three!" Among all the sighs around us, we have less time to play and dream, more "desperate Saburo" and more "pandas" in our class. No troublemakers can be found in the self-study class, and no happy voices can be heard on the phone. Oh, we are in grade three!

There are a group of skipping children in the street, which undoubtedly brings some vitality to this dreary street. "Hey, guys, where is your destination today? It's been a week. Take good care of the wind. " "Go, go fishing." Don't worry, this is not us, they are just a group of boys and girls younger than us. And we, just passers-by, are carrying a big schoolbag with only Chinese books and math books lying quietly ... We hurried on without looking back, but our hearts have flown away with them. It seems that yesterday, we walked together, talking and laughing ... Today, we are busy people of modern slaves. The flowers are still blooming, but they are no longer charming to us, and they are still blowing, but they are no longer warm to us. It seems that the whole world has changed. Have we changed the world?

"We are a group of different children. We gathered together for a common dream. Although the time is short, we want to leave the short-lived excitement here. " The title page of the five-person composition book is written like this. Once upon a time, we cried together, laughed together, were crazy together, were stupid together, were filled with the joy of victory together, and shared the silence of failure together. However, after the placement, the two-year relationship was separated by the school unreasonably. Maybe it's because of busy studies or physical and mental exhaustion. Former classmates and friends are strangers when they meet, not to mention saying a few words. Even the shallow smile is almost unbridled, as if the whole person has changed. Has the world changed us?

Changed, changed, everything changed. ...

What you can't finish reading is books.