What is life?

What is life?

I often think like this.

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When I was young, life was happy and carefree. Mom and Dad love and love, classmates and amiable. Although sometimes the students will be a group, but my heart is also happy, innocent.

When I was young, I would pray to God, believe in the truth, goodness, and beauty in the world. I believe that all people are good people. I believe that the stories in fairy tales are true. I believe that everyone is happy. I believe in all. People like me, I believe that the sky is always blue, the grass is always green, I believe that everything is beautiful.

When I was young, the teacher cared about me and the classmates liked me. My popularity is very good. I am going out to play with this person today, and I will mix it with my good friend tomorrow. The teacher is especially fond of me, and protects me with everything. I seize the opportunity to praise me. Every time I praise my classmates, I always have me. Among the classmates who have been criticized, there has never been me. I don't want to be a teacher, I am actively participating in any activities, I often take back some certificates, and then I am praised by my teachers. There are not many homework, no punishment, no criticism. I am happy, confident, lively, and perform well.

When I was young, Mom and Dad always wanted what I wanted to buy, what I fed and what I care for, I care about me, I am happy, happy, living in the nest that my parents built with love.

When I was young, life was always happy - it was a small time.

When I grew up, I learned to be rebellious, learned to argue with the teacher, learned to bicker with my parents, and no longer was the prostitute when I was a child.

Growing up, I no longer believe in God, no longer believe that the world is beautiful, no longer believe that all people are good people, I know that the stories in fairy tales are fake, people who are not completely happy, know that some people hate I looked up at the sky, gray; looked down at the grass, yellow. Everything is desolate, miserable, and there is no perfect thing.

When I grow up, I like to find the loopholes in the teacher's words when the teacher is in class, and then point out mercilessly, leaving no room for the teacher, the teacher does not like me. The classmates said that I was swearing and said that I was proud and said that I was arrogant. The work is piled up into mountains, and it can't be done. My self-confidence, my happiness, has long ceased to exist.

When I grow up, my parents can no longer allow me to be spoiled, and I am forced to study every day. They look at the scores more than anything else. I seem to be just a learning tool. Repeated mechanical movements throughout the day - eating, studying, reading, sleeping. My life has become monotonous. Not only that, the parents quarreled at two heads in three days, and each time they involved me. I feel like I am going to collapse. Not when I was a child, I lived in a small nest in a happy nest.

Growing up, life is no longer happy, monotonous, mechanical, boring - this is the time to grow up now.

What is life in the end?

The name of life is cruel! The name of life is beautiful!

What is the true meaning of life?

Life is unfair, and for some people she is beautiful and happy. For some people, he is cruel and miserable. Life will not sympathize with anyone and will not help anyone.

Life is created by yourself!

In life, there will inevitably be setbacks. At this time, we can't give in, raise our heads, stand up, bravely challenge life, life will become a coward, and our life will be beautiful.

Now, I want to cheer up. Put aside the troubles of youth and return to the childhood. Greet my bright future! Life, come on! Even if I encounter a big storm, I will not be afraid. I'm the best!