Reluctant after 90

In that silent era, after the birth of the 90s, the resounding of the world, seems to be doomed to our extraordinary.

In the eyes of adults, we are reluctant pronouns; in the eyes of adults, we are precocious children;

They thought that we would walk along the road paved by the predecessors, walk step by step, quietly, and go on.

But in fact, in our bone marrow, we are naturally given turbulence.

We are not willing to take the road that others have carefully planned. We have to rely on ourselves to find out the sky that belongs to us.

Even if it is a haze, it will not regret it; even if it is a clear sky, it will not be publicized.

After 90, a new hurricane emerged; after 90, a bustling and real dream.

We have our own dreams. For this dream, we do whatever it takes. In the thorns, use tears, use blood to embellish the road, when they say: "Children, reality, you are still only children, return to your world." Turn back, gently glance, the corners of the mouth A disdainful smile, said: "This is the world that belongs to us. Even if we lose ourselves on the road, we will not give up. Our dreams will only exist for us. We can only do it by us!" The head does not return, stumbling forward and walking, that way, blood and tears, set off everything to be particularly dazzling!

Perhaps this is a kind of trait that belongs to the post-90s. It is an innate trait. No one can predict what we will meet in the next second. However, it may be our unchanging belief, until we enter the soil. At the moment of Ann, we will proudly say: "We are after 90!" We, fighting for our dreams, we are obsessed with conviction; giving up is a fantasy for us.

Perhaps now, we are obscured, we are only saving and accumulating strength. On the day when the sun rises in the beginning of life, the long-awaited strength and vigorous vitality will burst in an instant, and the momentum is enough to make the world tremble. At that time, we use the way that belongs to us to create the true belongs to us. The world and the future, countless dreams in the blood and tears, insert wings and fly to distant horizons. Soaring in the air, not only the dream, but also our tenacious will, that moment, staring at the sky that belongs to us, proudly said: "We are after 90! Our reluctance is the wings of dreams!"

The first day of experiment in Luoning County: Yang Lan