Youth blurs the frivolity of youth

Youth, flowing like water;

Youth, young and frivolous;

Youth, vague.

--Inscription

In the years of youth, we have been so bohemian, we have been so frivolous.

We are always surrounded by a group of people who are discussing each other's topics of interest; they can't wait to rush out of the classroom after the bell rings, fly to the place we yearn for; always try to escape running in physical education classes; Always angry when you are angry, do not pay attention to the image. This kind of us, frivolous and debauchery.

I don't know when to start----we began to learn to disguise, always with a thick mask for people and things; we started to have a small rebellion, and the teachings of parents always seemed careless; we started to have small hearts. Little incitement, I always think about my classmates. We are beginning to change gradually, invisible and tangible.

Faced with those frivolous children who would laugh at them, they would be sad. "I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there is no fairy tale in the world." SHE sang in their songs. Yes, small, we have been so eager to grow up, always think that we can do whatever we want when we grow up; but when we grow up, we are so scared, afraid of the difference after growing up, afraid to suddenly hold up the whole sky. When we grow up, we are so fragile and so suffering.

Quietly, we are changing again. We have not written the joys and sorrows on our faces; we have learned to smile at everyone; we have nothing to do with others; we have learned to keep distance from the opposite sex; we will quietly pay attention to others The view will be quietly awake in every night, recalling childhood, and then secretly telling myself in my heart: I have grown up and want to cheer. Then I stared at the dark circles on the second day and got up early from the bed; we would turn and cry after seeing the children. Unconsciously, we became very quiet and became a lot of sentimental.

The youthful of us, after undergoing repeated transformations, finally broke through and became the most beautiful butterfly. It’s just that the frivolity of youth is accompanied by the transformation of youth, and gradually disappears without knowing it.

First day: Zhu Yinyi