I will be brave

I, a very independent person, from the national small, to the middle of the country, every day, every night, I am just a person. Since I was a child, I have lost my strong reason for life. I have been sitting in the dark night, playing the piano music that belongs to me. One note, the tone is always warning me, I can only be a person, I can only play the sad piano music in the dark, painting the bleak painting without dreams. When and where I did not remind myself, I am strong.

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On the first night of the night, I was scared. One person was lying in the quilt, watching the TV set and staring. At that time, I was very weak and timid, but I could only overcome it with one person. I had to pay for my family. At that time, I firmly believed in this belief. I was afraid to hold the bear doll that accompanied me all the time. I was crying. It was the most common thing I did when I was at home. At that time, I faced this kind of environment. I can only cry, helplessness and powerlessness are all over the body. I have no strength to think about other things, because I was full of fear at that time. Before going to bed at night, I always had a TV set and reminded myself positively. Below are family members who are with me and accompany me. I am always dreaming like this.

"Booming, banging," a thunderous sound, can always scare me like a child who is avoiding the pursuit of killing, I am terrified, but this time, I have only one rag doll, no family, no warmth There is no such thing as: "Children, don't be afraid, parents are here to accompany you, sleep well." This is a distant and unfamiliar discourse. I may have gradually forgotten this sentence.

But then, slowly, slowly, three years of time passed away from my eyes, when I was afraid of being alone at home, I became very strong and no longer weak. Strong personality, strong appearance, I can no longer fill a worry and white hair for the hard-working parents, a white hair, is not enough to reflect the mother's old body and mind, my father's tired hands, already wrinkled? Take a closer look, how can the tired and bloodshot eyes not be exchanged for their care?

That day, I cried, and with the rain outside, the one who was at home, I cried. This should be me. After I was strong, I cried for the first time. It’s not easy to think about my parents for years. The two pairs of never-tired hands dragged me again and again, encouraging me again and again. . . Stay with me.

I want to be brave. I have to be brave to protect their hearts. I have to study hard in the next ten years. In order to let them live a good life ten years later, they will live a good life. 20 years ago, I wanted to live a life that I wanted.

Mom and Dad, thank you. These years, the daughters who care about you will be healthy, obedient, and sensible. Although I am still a child, my heart is not small. I understand that you are dedicated to my good intentions. I will be brave and will always be.

Cui Lingzhi

First day: Cui Lingzhi