Looking back suddenly, I found that growth was like a gust of wind, which passed without a trace, and I grew up quietly without a trace. Looking back at my steps, I found that the steps were chaotic and hurried; Looking back on my life, I found that there were too many disappointments and sighs. The restless heart of youth was once moved by the rising sun. In the flowers of life, look for the first rose in the morning glow; In the ocean of life, to pick up the most beautiful shells ... However, too much helplessness and too many bumps shattered the charming dream. When I opened my excited eyes, I was suddenly knocked down by unexpected disappointment.
I used to be intoxicated in the gauze-like mist, thinking that everything in the future would be romantic and hazy, and vigorous youth would grow into handsome fire tree honeysuckle. However, the years have only thrown me a cracked land.
I began to sigh. I feel that life is heavy and youth is hopeless. I sigh that the dream in the blue sky no longer belongs to me. The pink rose in the flower no longer belongs to me; The colorful morning sun no longer belongs to me; I feel empty, bored and miserable, and my life is dull, monotonous and tasteless.
The bitter time has turned into a desert with yellow sand all over the sky, everything is so hazy, so far away ... everything has vaguely entered the dormant period.
At the crossroads, I don't know what to do, just like I can't tell the east, west, north and south at the crossroads ... I have been sitting for a long time, becoming a fossil of the forest, and the time of sitting is eternal! Sitting on the stone steps, just thinking and reading.
Time has passed through 15 years in a complex dream. Looking back 15 years, the footprints left by myself are deep and shallow. How many joys and sorrows, how many joys and sorrows ... look up at the sky and let two streams flow on young faces. Is it rain? Tears.
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Such as the intermittent spring rain, such as the rustling Xia Feng, such as the gently dancing autumn leaves, such as the quietly falling winter snow, the growth process is turning page by page in the poetry collection of time ... Farewell to spring flowers and autumn fruits, walk through Xia Dong music, and walk through the ravines and valleys of 16 years. In the long journey of life, I printed my crooked footprints in different shades, sketching out the bits and pieces of growth, which is also a microcosm remembered in my heart.
Inadvertently pick up the scattered assertions in the past, only to find that those words are not only words, but also stars twinkling in the sky in memory. Since the first cry, God has cast my soul. A little older, I can say the whole sentence, and then I learned to walk. Subsequently, the influence of "scholarly family" began. Gradually, I am no longer satisfied with the warm nest of family, and I am happy to step into the door of kindergarten. In my childhood when kites and birds were noisy, I swam like a small fish in a clear lake. I like to feel the sunshine, chase the beauty of the wind and listen to the sound of raindrops. Happiness is carefree and innocent.
I remember when I was a child, when I was looking at the stars in the distant sky, I always pointed to the brightest and biggest star in the sky and said that it was mine. And vowed to be the brightest star forever, giving all my light to everything, making the cold warm and the darkness full of light-childhood dreams are always so unrealistic, but so precious.
I don't know with what kind of mood I walked out of my childhood dream. On that day, I hesitated to say to the first stream flowing out of the river where I grew up: "I'm going to grow up!" " Thus, all kinds of story fragments in the process of growing up are displayed on the screen of life: stupidly accepting the initial praise, shyly bowing to meet the first criticism, singing out-of-tune songs in unison, and all kinds of tears of regret after the exam ... From then on, I began to realize that the road to Rome was not smooth. Facing success with a smile and facing setbacks with a cry has long been a patent; The day when I pointed to the meteor and said, "It belongs to me" has already become history.
I can't remember when I stopped being attached to cicadas. I don't know why, beauty and ugliness become unforgettable. Gradually, I tried to look at the sparse star Leng Yue, broken branches and broken flowers with artistic eyes, and learned to face stormy weather, rusty locks and decaying walls with philosophical eyes. Now looking back at the first test paper with a score of 100, I can't find the feeling of happiness anymore ... I thought I would change a lot, but the facts tell me that I can't stop anything from spreading and disappearing. Why do some things have clearly stared at it and gradually faded away, but suddenly turned around and felt at arm's length? I don't know if I miss you, but when I look up at the sky and meditate, I already feel how painful I am. Maybe after the passage of time, everything has become an old shadow. When one day, a gust of wind blows open the floodgate of my memory, I will wander along a quiet path with a dim lamp, pursue the end point, pick up the dream I left behind, and let the flowers in the dream bloom and fall in poetic fantasy, or let them become a commemoration of the past or a vision for the future. ...
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When I was a child, I was a child of time, dreaming of living in beautiful cartoons, sweet chocolate and thick coke, and not growing up. However, spring has really come to say goodbye, and the hazy love in summer has never come to sit around. The mature eyes and time in autumn ran away, and the warm hands in winter were released, pushing the empty boat to the complicated holy land. I don't know when the child who didn't want to grow up became a young man. Since then, comics have become no longer beautiful, chocolate has become tasteless, and even the bottle of oversized coke at the bedside has gradually become a nostalgic song. ...
There is infinite exuberance and firmness in the immature pupil, which seems to devour everything you want. Greedy desire has turned into a burning flame, and you can accomplish all the tasks by your own strength, leaving dependence, immaturity and fragility buried deep in your heart. At this time, young people have experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and all of them are showing a secular joys and sorrows that are detached from things. The casual prosperity of the secular world is indifferent. Only show yourself, be strong and be brave.
How many times I suffered setbacks, but I never shed tears, how many times I was lonely, but I never lost heart. The fear of the unknown and darkness has hit my fragile mind again and again, trying to hold on to something to support my dying will, but nothing has been achieved. The endless darkness made me wander blindly, walking and walking, and the tears that were about to overflow my eyes disappeared. The lovely children finally understood everything, and the tenderness in their eyes disappeared, and some were only extremely firm and conscious. No longer wandering, the flustered footsteps stopped, and he fought against the endless darkness with steady steps for the last time. The dry will is full again. Finally, the firm will ushered in the first dawn of the sky, and the child went out with joy. He wanted to be a child again, but found himself changed, mature and steady, no longer naive and extreme. The child accepted the fact-youth, from then on.
Today, I, a young man, have a life in full bloom and a strong will. I am no longer confused and confused. Use your own brush to add a dazzling aura to your life. It is my strength that makes me rich! I won't look back at my childhood ignorance and naivety. Now, I just need to move forward, meet the soul that needs to be challenged, and overcome everything with firm will!
When the will falls and life no longer stands, how can the curved figure stand? Autumn leaves are bleak, and the evening breeze is in a hurry. You hang your head just to nourish your heart. If you have an unyielding soul, there will be a solid land under your feet!