Fifteen years old

What are you doing at the age of fifteen? What are your dreams at the age of fifteen? Are you fifteen at the age of fifteen?

At the age of fifteen, I fell in love with writing and decided to become a writer. Before the age of fifteen, I met a very good girl. She is very quiet, she is very careful. She is a girl who loves words. Of course, she is also my friend. She once showed me the novels she wrote. But at that time, I didn't know how to cherish it. Since she left, I experienced the first and most painful parting in my life. I suddenly realized that for the first time I found out that she was so important. I don't know how many times I have cried, how many times I regret it, but I still feel sorry for it. After that, I gradually realized that the goodness of a person is not praised, but that she is left to us forever being undetected, and always only silently caring. The girls around her have also become strong and full of kindness and sincerity. A person, she can leave, or can pay. We haven't been in contact for a long time. In fact, the development of the Internet and the development of science and technology will weaken the feelings. Feelings that are too easy to touch will become unfamiliar. Thanks to her QQ has not been on, so that I have been missing, always miss. I want to tell her, actually, thank you, let us change, let me fall in love with the text.

The more I grow up, the more I feel that writing is my indispensable partner. Gradually, I met Xin Qiji, Guo Jingming, and Annie Baby. I saw a lot of different things from them. Xin Qiji said that he was focused. Guo Jingming was willing to choose, and my favorite is Annie Baby. She is dedicated and dedicated, rooted in her favorite writing land. Of course, There is a woman with white plums and a quiet list. They are all elegant and noble people, their words are comforting. From the text, I slowly find myself. The text does not mean closure. It does not mean sensitivity. It is unusual. On the contrary, he should be accepted by everyone and loved by everyone. It should bring the same feeling to each of us, and that is good.

I started to publish articles online, from the production of a piece of film to the natural confession. Each one is a step, and each time it can be said to be a new attempt. I have written poetry, short stories, essays, stories, fairy tales, comics, they are not the best, but it is my every step. I have tried many times and changed the screen name and pen name many times. That is because I have been hesitating and embarrassed. Now, I don't think I will. I feel that I have found the best of myself, a self that should be done well. I will move toward my goal. I am also growing up enough to decide the future. I want to grow up, I hope I can travel around the world, take a lot of photos, don't worry about the world, and do what I want in my heart. Write what you love, meet a lot of people, live a good life, and then die. I don't need people to make a monument for me. I just need to treat me as the best friend. We can communicate and find common. This is the mission of the text, and it will be mine.

Growing up is a difficult process. We must find the right people, the right things, only them, can help us and let us grow up. But even if it is not, we have to accept it. Because life is difficult to sail smoothly, we want to reach the end, we must be brave enough to accept the baptism of the wind and rain. All of this is just a gift. Therefore, in my worldview, everything should not be, but only if you want it. You want it, it is a wonderful journey.

In the days of the Internet, I met many like-minded people. There are so many people who have the same dreams as me. They are so real people, they may not have done great things, but with them, I feel the blood and energy. I struggled with them for a lot of time and learned a lot of things that I could never learn in my age. Therefore, fortunately our encounter is a perfect growth.

I have no chance to say gratitude to everyone who has helped me, and this is simply not necessary. We are all growing up in each other. But the heart of gratitude is still to be always pregnant.

Every time I hear classic music, there will still be some feelings in my heart. A feeling, accompanied by history, accompanying people, ups and downs, will eventually precipitate for memory. Only the melody, words, and emotions of the past will never fading.

I am fifteen years old and have been working hard. Today, I knocked on this text on the keyboard, not for the grandstanding, just want to think calmly, how I spent these years. Introspection, I will start again. For this dream.

Thank you.

The third day: wood incense