Famine

The years are like a pig knife, and I am slaughtering my 20 years of spring blossoms. Years of leaps and bounds, we have experienced a lot of trauma and love and left alone frustrated in love how much trauma? How many bitter tears in life, I buried quietly and smiled and said that I would continue to move forward. In the end, the flower of youth drifted away and decayed. A piece of white life is waiting for us to write a chapter for it. The last thoughts of the last road and the ups and downs of the years are thoughts. Spend 20 youths to understand what an article I should give to a piece of white paper. In the long years, in fact, it is just to remember every thought of life, to interpret all the feelings we have come all the way.

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When you are a child, the years are white. From the beginning of my memory, when I have a childish face, I am holding my parents and being held in my hand.

It feels really good, I can hungry for dinner, and when I am cold, I will add clothes. Those years are like the white snow in winter, or the cotton of the source, so pure.

When the country was young, the years were ignorant. That year, I happily carried a new schoolbag that my mother sewed for me and stepped into the campus. There are a lot of children there, they all have a pure heart, we learn together to play together, cry when we want to cry, laugh when we want to laugh, no one will tell you by your side that the tears are not flicking, those years are like Flying birds in the air, or small trees growing in the forest, away from the dust.

When the door to youth opens for us, we are not children who have no thoughts. We are connected to the title of girl. On the day of entering the country, I began the journey of the girl with a look of expectation.

In the first year of the year, I was always unwilling to go down and study hard. I was afraid that others would run in front of me. When others were resting, I was guilty of how to solve this math problem. This history is familiar to me. Unfamiliar, I can't remember the word. I didn't understand this text. I paid a lot more than others, and I paid for it. The list is well known.

The years are reincarnation and the next spring blossoms.

In the second year of the second year, I understood what it is like. Meng Meng knows the girl's heart and flowers are beginning to bloom, the taste of love for the first time makes me forget that I still have to learn. I just want to be with him. I love watching his every move. I love to share every little secret with him. I really think that it is happiness. I even imagined it later. When I get into this whirlpool, it must be another storm. The score of the straight down curve makes people look at the pain. The teacher used the ruler to beat my palms and buttocks again and again. Every time I hit me, I was so disappointed. I can’t remember how many times he told me how lost. Also, until the end she told me desperately that he did not report hope to me. He did not have the perseverance to persuade a person who could not be saved. How could I not understand his good intentions? I can't see the expression that is desperate, but I have fallen into the abyss and can't go back and forth.

The life of self-destruction has continued. As soon as we got into the graduating class. That year, I was smashed by love. Our love has taken the edge, you said, we are still friends, we said that there are too many barriers between us, you said that I am incompatible with each other, you said that we can not go back to the original feeling. I listened like this, listening to the various reasons you have found for our love, listening to how you opened up our love relationship and turned into a friend. At that time, you let me taste the salty water, the heartache is like a knife, and the love is like poison. My awkward standing there, you left without returning, and even the words of comfort were not half a sentence. I can't return to the original period, I can't return to the good scholars who used to be in the teacher's mind, and I can't return to the time when I was happy with you. I lost everything, only to continue to fall. I fell in love with the boys in high school. I started skipping classes, I started to go out in the middle of the night to go out to the Internet cafe, I started the taste of drunkenness. Those days are dark and dark in the years. When I saw the teachers, the leaders shook their heads again and again, I understood what they wanted to express, but how can each of them be repeated in the late summer? How can the years repeat? I can only sigh in the wilderness for your heart, in exchange for your ruthless wounds.

In the face of the turning point in life, I resolutely chose to go out to go to the three years of high school instead of high school. I am holding eight hundred dollars in my hand and accompanying my sister to the north. The days of self-reliance are not as easy as imagined. Living in the moment, I have to be embarrassed, I have to face it with a smile. At that time, I realized how difficult life was, and it was only that I could survive in this strange city. Day by day, day and night, slowly changing from a stranger to a familiar northern city, the drama of love has been played again and again, and it is common to divide and match. Experience so much, what is right and wrong? , red dust years, youth years, what am I going to? What have I lost? In fact, I didn't have anything, but I lost my youth and lost my mind. In the past 20 years, how many people have left footprints in your years and havetily left, and I have become accustomed to it. How far is the person left behind to accompany me in the red dust?

Years of Huali, sour and bitter, ups and downs. I think this is the source of growth in our years. Where can I see the rainbow without the wind and rain? Didn't hide the sour acid, which knows honey sweet? No setbacks, how hard is it to succeed?

I don't complain about fate. I just regret repentance. I just sighed in those youthful years and left so much regret.

Third day: Yu Lin