Lost innocence

Innocent has its good, in fact, isn’t it a kind of happiness? Born in the red dust, everything around me, everyone, like a cloud, never reappeared. Only myself, in this vast world, is struggling to support.

Looking at the innocent elementary school students on the road, I suddenly feel that I am so tired, I really want to go back to those innocent times, lively and joyful every day, why should I grow up, why should I mature, why should I know, the cruelty of the world? If I can, I want to choose to be a child who will never grow up, always lively and always happy. Don't struggle in this red dust.

Looking up, I looked up quietly, the white sky. When did I have such a pure sky, when, my sky is no longer as beautiful as before, when, my sky is mixed with a trace of impurities? There is endless mourning in the eyes, and it can no longer be naive.

Youth is always like this, it can make people laugh in an instant, in a moment of confusion, sadness.

Under the strong appearance, what kind of fear and confusion are hidden? The madness of appearance, in order to hide the fear of growth, struggling hard, do not want to mature, grow up, like awkward, reverberating around in a circle. Suddenly I feel that I am ridiculous. How can people not grow up? Why can't you be naive? I used to think that I was really strong, but I just comforted myself not to cry. Nobody’s land, the inner loneliness is like rain, pouring down and overwhelming myself. I raised my confused eyes and I felt that I would have loneliness. It was not what I called "strong". It was just a comforting game. In the end, I lost myself.

If this is a must for growth, then I accept, no, why, I can only be naive once again, and then laugh crazy once and madly, but I can really cry once, vent once, and I can imagine again. I can do it again.

Dongguan Dongguan Third Middle School, the first day: Xiao Weiwei