youth

Sometimes, I am thinking, if I have a super power, how good it is! Flying like a superman, the mysterious universe, like Spider-Man, runs through the towering city, and guards the time of the celebration like the Fantastic Four. Thinking about it, the idea of ​​evil has appeared - arbitrary destruction, arbitrary spoofing, and whatever I want, I can dominate the world and will be the top.

Perhaps, because of this contradictory thought, Heaven refused to give me super power.

Sometimes, I am thinking, it is not bad to be an ordinary person! I admire the teacher, envy the teacher to teach the knowledge on the podium, write the history on the blackboard, and chat happily among the students... Sometimes, I will look at a broken chalk and daze, the cross section What are the cute little holes? I am thinking hard. Oh! Probably the warehouse that the teacher used to store knowledge and sweat! However, my parents think that I am not a mediocre person. I am often unwilling to be mediocre and want to go beyond those so-called great people. Only then can I live proudly and truly realize the value of my brilliant life.

Perhaps, because of this contradictory idea, I fell into a confused abyss.

Sometimes, I am thinking, what is it for me to come to this world? For happiness? Why can I only get limited happiness? Is it a process of experience and experience? Well, maybe it is.

What should I do then? I am asking myself when I am in adolescence.

The sun in my heart is the time of eight or nine o'clock, the wind is beautiful, the birds are fragrant, the sky is light, the waves are shining... How can you accommodate me with such beautiful scenery? How can I keep me tarnished? How can it be annihilated by the haze in my heart?

There are sunspots on the face of the sun, and there are storms in the world of my heart. The slender woods, like the hair in front of the barber, were stunned by the windburst. The weak bird screamed in the cracks of the thunder, and looked at it with horror. I didn’t notice the violent raindrops splashing on my face; the blossoming flowers finally couldn’t stand the raindrops, like the soldiers surrounded by enemies on the battlefield, all fell down; stepping on the front The muddy, looking for the ripples of the lake. what! I have not seen it. Only a piece of muddy smelly mud...

In front of me, this piece of wolf looked at me with helplessness, and sometimes silently sneered, but I heard it really. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the distance. "Rainbow!" I exclaimed. "Rainbow..." I lowered my head. Is this hope? This is my dream that I can't reach!

The maintenance of beautiful scenery requires motivation. Xuehai has no end to work, and Shushan has a road to be a ladder. After the beautiful scenery in the heart finally returned to its original state, the leaves on the tree began to turn slightly yellow. The rain is still the same, the scenery is still the same.

what! Youth, youth, what the hell are you? An illusory three-mouthed mouth? No matter which pass I choose, the final road is only "forward" in one direction.

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