those years

Looking at their smiles, I suddenly discovered that I am not my own, and I will never return to the past. I thought I loved it here. People here. It is a pity that I found out that they have no longer been the same as me. It has long been sharp and angular. The original rebellious, reluctant. All disappeared in the year. This year, we are no longer the children who cry because of graduation. And become a hedgehog, hold yourself tightly together. Do not let others approach. I am afraid that others will see through their soft heart and fear that they will be hurt again. Maybe it’s really like the adults didn’t say that the first day was a brand new start. No one will remember your good or bad before. And we just verified this sentence. We used to be rebellious and now we know that learning is no longer so ignorant, so carefree. I don't know if this is good or bad. Just miss us at that time. If I let me go back to the past. Maybe I won't want to. Because I don't want to be so ignorant again, so poor, really to others, but they don't necessarily feel that you have any heart. That's really pitiful. Maybe the memories are best for staying in my heart.

People don't always say that the country is best for making friends? But why didn't I find someone who really loves you? I am so tired and tired in the middle of the country. You can never guess what they think in their hearts. A good friend on the surface, but I don’t know what she said about you, yell at you, curse you. I really feel so tired and tired. But what is the solution? It can only be a bit of a scalp, laughing at them and treating you tomorrow and tomorrow. I have doubted myself many times, am I still me? If it weren’t because of their love, I didn’t know what it would be like. Now that I know, I understand that love is not necessarily proportional to being loved. It turns out that you have to pay so much that you can only get someone else’s smiling face. And now we can't do anything to change the present. Can only say to yourself: goodlucktoyou. Yes, I am no longer the original one. I learned to comfort myself, learned to disguise, learned to look at other people's eyes, and learned to try to figure out the inner world of others. I know that in fact, his kind of people are also very tired. Face the people of the line. We have all chosen to remember only the road, no matter what we choose, right, we must go on.

Everyone has their own place to go, Shangri-La, Yunnan. Paris. Greece. India. Everyone has their own beliefs: sunflowers, the Eiffel Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Everyone has his own god in his heart. and I? Nothing at all. There is no place to go, no faith, not even a favorite star. And my own god is my own.

I remember when I was young, I envy my sister. When I was a child, it seemed to me the best. Every time I quarrel with my aunt, it is because the opinions of the questions are different. And now, the envious sister has someone who likes it, and someone who likes her sister.

Rain, once again washed the world, brought the heat of the world, dirty. But what did the rain take me away? Or what is the rain that is tired for me?

The past year has been so fast, it has been more than a year since I came here. I saw him for the first time, long hair black and purple clothes. A stupid look. I saw them for the first time, and I looked at me on the glass of our class. Talk to them for the first time. A lot of the first time, it seems to have disappeared in this year.

I have a good year, and one year, they have to go their separate ways. I don't know if I can see them. I don't know if they will remember me. Maybe not.

I am very happy to know a lot during this year. I am very happy that I have not been in love with anything during this year, anyone. I know that there are too few people who really care about you in this world.

Tired, don't think so much. But if you want to put it, you can't let it go, and some things are always lingering in your heart.

Too many things can't be forgotten.

The 12th Middle School of Jining City, Jining City, Shandong Province, the second day: love for a long time