When you fly

I think everyone wants to fly.

When the bird wants to fly, it only needs to open its wings and plunge the wings; now people want to fly is also very simple, airplanes, gliders. Birds want to fly, rely on wings, we want to fly, rely on ourselves.

Parents are still embarrassed, they always make "golden cages" for us, always regard us as "canaries". They always want to give us, they think the best gift is imposed on us. We want to refute, but we can't do anything...

Until that day, we finally grew up. When we finally can fly, we are so happy, we are eager to try, and finally, we are flying, the blue sky we dream of...

But the sky, is it so beautiful as we imagined?

Sometimes, it will be clouded, let us lose our way. Sometimes, it will flash and thunder, let us be bruised, sometimes it will snow, let us know...

At these times, if we flexibly use the best gift that parents think is the best, we can spend it safely...

If you don't accept those words, you will be tired just by your own skills...

Until then, you may find out that the gift is really the best, you will start to regret...

However, it is not too late, because the family will open the door for you forever and forever, the care of the parents will not be reduced because of your incomprehension, but only the wrinkles of the corners of the eyes, the curved backs, And a slightly old sound line...

Third day: seven color lily of the valley