Rainy season

Who stole my strength and used me to disguise my grief with my rebellion - inscription

We are young and we are in the flower season. In the flower season, we always love to be rebellious. The rebellion is like a heavy rain falling on our flower season.

There is such an experience that we are young and ignorant. We don’t want to go all the way for our own sake. We always like silence in the flower season, but that is not obedience, but another way to accumulate strength. Waiting for an opportunity to break out.

Yes, when the anger is accumulating into a tower, there must always be a place to vent, so there is an extreme term called “away from home”. Like Lin, they don’t have the courage to brave, the bones are still the father, and the meat is cut to the mother. However, they have an escape mentality and escape. They will leave home and go away. With the reluctance of belonging to them, sleep on the streets.

Regardless of the pain of my loved ones, and the tears of my friends, it is so cold and ruthless, and it is numb. This is a kind of disguise. Lynn has published a sentence: I am not cold-blooded, nor ruthless, and I am reluctant. But when the family makes crazy searches, their parents will understand that their care is so little, where they love to go, their intimate friends, their parents don’t know, not that we don’t want to be honest, just parents. The thoughts make us dare not speak, we may not understand what is heartache, but in the flower season we are immersed in an emotion called sorrow, the light blue flame is open to our beautiful yearning for this world, and you are still very easy It broke it and even died. Is it true that every time I grow up, I am disappointed to be a partner.

The tears that flowed down when I was gazing were so beautiful. We spent the season because we buried our troubles too deeply. Missed the flowers of today, we will look forward to the next flower season, missed the love of youth, we will wait for the arrangement of heaven, missed the favorite movie, missed the car that got up early, these missed groups are our fault, but you How can you understand that these trivial things in your eyes have been remembered in our hearts. Those helpless emotions are like onions, and we are hidden in layers by our layers.

It is always raining in the flower season, and we are also worried. Maybe, after some things, the rain will stop.

There is always a growth, which is the rebellious sadness of the flower season.

Chongqing Kaixian Deyang Middle School, the second day: Wang Pinying