Grow up in youth

Youth allows us to be not strong enough, not brave enough; allow us to have disputes and hurt. Something that has been experienced will leave its mark. However, when everyone looks back, can they collect the best and most sincere things? Because that is the most precious memory in life...

——I would like to dedicate this to the ever-declining youth.

I have forgotten my most primitive appearance; I used to be very unhappy, with a sly smile every day; I used to write a person’s name over and over again every time I wanted to cry; what I had forgotten is a friend.

I am a wayward, stubborn and selfish person. I always think it is their fault. They are betraying friendship and me. However, just in the sky, I discovered that I was wrong. In the journey of youth, no one owes anyone. Everyone is in the past. It’s all fireworks, and no one will stay with me. I can't accompany them or ask them. However, I hope they are good, even if we, now, like passers-by, are strangers.

I said that I will never play Gomoku anymore, yes, I will never go down again, I won’t touch it. At first, it was because of him, I only learned. Now, I don’t like to play. I also know the answer I want. Although the result makes my heart hurt, but because of the result, I grew up, can say Because I was only once in my life, I grew up with pain. It was also at that moment that I really understood and understood.

This seems to be the first time. I mentioned my parents for the first time. I ignored them for too long. I have forgotten the warmth of my home for a long time. However, I love them as they love me. This love is in harmony with the heavens and the earth. The moon is old. I have lost them for too long, and their white hair has risen quietly for a long time, in the days when I was alone in my sorrow, in the days when I barely looked at the sun. However, from now on, I will think that they love me and love them and care for them.

I once said that I have to forget a lot of times, but every night, the tears in my mouth will abandon my lies. However, the fireworks in the sky make me see youth, the fireworks are cold, the youth is cold, why should I be too persistent, white There are also flaws, let alone people.

I am here, wishing for him, because he and I are really too similar, the same persistence, to make people cry, I want to tell him, let go, because the fireworks are cold, but the memory is eternal, let go of yourself. It’s time to let go, don’t hurt yourself anymore. I hurt myself and make people who love you hurt. It's not unworthy, just because I like it too much, so I forget the original truth.

I may have misunderstood you, your business, it is not my turn. I forgot, we have grown up, not a child, I can't ask you to tell me anything, sorry. However, you are still my buddy.

Fly, fly, break through to become a butterfly, the fire will be born again, the phoenix will be a nirvana. Youth will grow up.

The third day: Zhao Meng is dead