What is the mind of the teenager?

We all have luck

I just saw a news the day before yesterday, saying that my father suspected that the 13-year-old daughter was in love, and beat her daughter for an entire hour, finally killing the little girl alive. Some people commented that this father was only a momentary impulse to start with a little more, and there was a friend's righteous indignation on the watercress: "I have an impulsive call for an hour? This is called killing!"

I only looked shocked when I read the news, so I told my mom: Is this a biological one? Can you get this hand in your own life?

My mom said: "This news is irrelevant, but what I want to say is that you don't even know how much you hate when you are adolescent. I saw a news a few days ago, and my father killed his daughter. I I feel completely understandable."

The news that my mother said is the father of a single-parent family. When I am a good friend, I will make a good breakfast every day to stop my taxi and get up to go to school. My daughter is lazy and scattered all day, and is late for school. One day, my father was busy and then went to call her daughter to get up. As a result, my daughter got up and said that she was not happy at home and wanted to leave home. When his father was angry, he hacked his daughter with a kitchen knife.

My mom said: What is this daughter doing? I think that father is too poor, I can understand him too much.

I really felt stunned: "I should kill if I can't get out of bed in the morning? Can such behavior be understood?"

My mom said: "You see, it is not easy for the father of the family. Finally, I can get this pickpocket, indicating that the grievances are too deep. Can the daughter not get up on time every day? Can't thank the father for your contribution? You At that time, every day, I couldn’t call it, and I was asked to go to school to talk. I don’t know how many times I couldn’t hack you, nor hacked myself.”

I heard her say so, I just sneered. I said, I think that my youth is both pitiful and terrible, living all day long around a group of people who do not know how to respect me. Everything you can't wait to be able to manipulate me. If something goes wrong, we will always be charged with "damn to kill."

In order to enhance her argument, my mother said: "After the father killed his daughter, he also committed suicide by cutting the artery. It is estimated that it is meaningless to live. You see, it is all harmed by this daughter. He is like this to his daughter. Ok, my daughter still doesn't know how to be grateful. She even said that she was not happy at home..."

I said this is ridiculous. A person who can commit suicide by killing such a thing shows that his character is very extreme. Since his character is so extreme, how good can he be to her daughter? Maybe it is some self-righteous "good for you", and her daughter does not know how many grievances and hatreds she has accumulated, and occasionally tells the truth, but also has to be forced The father who is ten times more than her is hacked to death. Inside, the terrible thing is this father, the real poor is the daughter who died.

My mom said, "You know that you are looking at your own point of view! I sincerely hope that you will have a daughter who is as rebellious as you, and let you taste the pain of my years!"

Everyone only knows to look at the problem from their own perspective.

My mom thinks that when I was adolescent, my rebellious laziness made her very painful, and with the power of an absolutely authoritative adult, why not add ten times the pain of me to me?

At that time, there was only one TV in the house. I was usually locked in the room and asked to “read and write homework” endlessly. So I developed the skills to hide the extracurricular books under the homework and hear the footsteps cover them in time. No matter whether my homework is finished or not, I never have the right to sit and watch TV. As for sitting in front of the computer in the name of half-public and semi-private, at least after 10 pm. At that time, I didn't have my own computer. Every time I used my home computer to write an article, I couldn't endure the ridiculous curse that was behind me. I often wrote down an article, and my family was already arguing. It is the only way to survive the slogan of the article.

At the weekend, I often sit in the living room watching DVDs. At first, I saw a slightly mentally handicapped Taiwanese idol drama. Whenever there is a special heart-studded plot, or a particularly irritating role, my parents will point to TV: "See no, this person's character is followed. You are exactly the same!" When I came across a particularly ugly character, as long as I said "good ugly", my mom will immediately pick up: "Cut, you look as ugly as this person!" Later, focus on TVB, each time When I came across a tearful story, I began to cry, my parents would block in front of the TV, or simply turn off the TV and ask if I was in love, if I fell in love, why did I cry? Didn’t they see me? Watching TV! If I come across a TV movie that I like very much, I will watch it the second time, they will be sneer at the side: "So free, textbooks don't know the review, you know to review some bad movies! Wasting time watching this How does rubbish help your life?” All the sarcasm of side-striking or single-handedness, the motivation is that I don’t want to occupy the TV, I hope I can get into the room and read the book.

At that time, the house I lived in was small. I was going to borrow the bathroom from my parents' bedroom. Every day, as long as I am sitting in their toilet, they will be outside and you will say a word to me, every word is the most difficult to say. As long as I am talking in the toilet, they will copy the guy at any time to smoke me. Once I locked the toilet door and replied, my mother couldn't open the door, and she was born outside, and finally blew the exhaust fan directly. The glass of another toilet in the house was also broken. Later, the color of the glass was mixed. It was also because I had harassed my dad and hid in the toilet to lock the door. My dad smashed the glass outside.

When I entered college, I died at the second time. At that time, I cried so hard that I couldn’t help myself. The first scene that appeared in my mind was that I got my parents and locked the door and hid in the room. After being a guest, knocking on my door, I advised my parents to stand up and block their sticks for me.

However, the two sorrows that I care for so much, when dealing with his own son, are also tempted. When my cousin was in a small country, there was a time when I took a meal of the month to go to the Internet cafe. I received a phone call from the teacher at our house. I took a stick and hit it. I didn’t give my son a dignity in front of relatives. . The stick knocked on the back of the little boy and made a loud noise. At that time, my cousin squatted like that, and did not explain or swear, but the tears fell.

In my memory, before I was admitted to college at the age of 18, I had no say in front of my parents. I don't know why, all the elders are screaming that they are bigger than us. With so many "experiences" as we do, we can easily ban every word of ours and arrogantly annihilate each of our needs.

I always say that the happiest year of my life is the year of my senior year. Because I stayed at school, my life was so simple that I was not oppressed and interfered by my parents.

As long as I hear that, my parents will blame me for not conscience: "Who is paying the tuition for you? Because of who, are you qualified to study?"

After entering the university, although I have a lot of dissatisfaction, I can finally read and write articles freely, watch my favorite TV movies, cry when I want to cry, laugh, do not have to suppress my emotions to avoid being Parents intervene to ask questions, and don't have to be afraid to read the favorite videos again and they will be endlessly ridiculed.

Later, when I was a sophomore, I went to the TOEFL. My friend Boao had a class of escapes discovered by his parents. From then on, his iron-clad father asked him to report home every day at noon. I asked him curiously: Do you have to go to work for your parents? Can you still go back home every day? He said: They will call the landlord at home to check the post. Finally, on the day of the class, I told him that everyone was going to have a class dinner. You didn’t make a mistake. He said, “Or else? I’ll go home and pick up their call, then come over and eat with you. In the end, he still didn't come to eat, because their father was an adult, and he personally went home to check it out that day.

We are now very happy to mention the iron fist power of our parents in their twenties. When it comes to someone who listens to their parents and their tutors are particularly strict, they always have a little bit of ridicule. My brother also often said to me: "You have a strong personality, you have a strong opinion, and I am too lazy to fight. In the final analysis, because our parents have different educational methods." It is as light as a cloud, as if everything is there. It seems that when we face the kneading of the elders, "obedience" is the only inevitable choice.

In fact, think about it, what is the difference between the parents in the world? My parents will also play the landline to check the post, will not allow me to stay outside, will prohibit me from bringing this one home, will try to shut me down in the room and learn to kill When I drop all my other hobbies, I feel that I should "kill" because I don't agree.

Nowadays, I can greet my parents with a smile on the dinner table. I can become a "personal and talented person" in the eyes of others. It can become a dreamer who seems to dare to fight for freedom and romance, and can become a friend's eye. The "heart of the heart" - in fact, these are the luck of the teeth after the survival of the teeth, and in the process of struggling to survive the fierce struggle, what we lose is a whole bloody youth.

If you regret stealing medicine

In the past two days, I have watched the famous masterpiece of director Yang Dechang, the four-hour film "The Killing Street Juvenile Killing Event". From the beginning of the documentary boring and incomprehensible, to the gradual entry into the role of the generation and thinking, I seem to see the depth of memory in the desperate helpless years.

Such a movie, I am afraid that most ordinary viewers have no patience to watch. The male lead Zhang Zhen was only fourteen years old at the time. His body was not enough, his face was green, his body was thin and his hunchback was very small. The protagonist "Xiao Ming" looks more like a passer-by in passers-by, and the character is still very annoying - only the 13-year-old girl, all the male characters in the film are basically seduce by her, no She likes her and desperately puts on a poor hook. When she has a girlfriend, she directly says in front of others: "I don't like that woman, you don't want to be with her."

After she was rounded up, she even loaded the white lotus of the Virgin, deliberately speaking in an ordinary tone: many boys chasing me, who likes me, who likes me, this is normal.

At that time, Zhang Zhen, who was explicitly hinted at her as a boyfriend, could not help but ask her: Can you ignore them?

Xiao Ming replied: I can't offend people everywhere like you.

How arrogant green tea 婊... oh no, she is not even green tea, it is a real scorpion.

When I was in high school, I read "Farewell to Heaven" and I was deeply impressed by the description of the idealism and the riddled youth. The author Di'an himself mentioned that she was deeply influenced by the style of director Yang Dechang's work. Now that I watched the movie, I realized what she meant.

In "Farewell to Heaven", Dean created a beautiful and arrogant girl, Fang Kehan, but she was very poor, poor and free to sell, and was a famous prostitute in school. The most frightening thing is that she seems to use prostitution as a game of flirting. There is a kind of "I want you to be a casual". Every time I finish, she will say to the other side: this time I can't charge you because you are different from others because I like you.

The heroine Jiang Dong was distracted by Fang Kehan’s confession, and finally realized that this was just her usual trick.

In the book, Dean made Fang Kehan ​​beautiful and unique, and also made her unable to live 18 years old, so that all the dirty and cruel and gentle memories disappeared with Fang Kehan ​​with a terminal illness. At the age of seventeen. The premature death has increasingly made the girl’s existence legendary. Diane also entered the heroine literary youth Song Tianyang by herself. She admired the uniqueness of Fang Kehan, admiring the cuteness of Fang Kehan, sympathizing with the misfortune of Fang Kehan, while ignoring this random in the bones can make Any man's "scorpion".

This feeling is too relevant - at this point, I am like Diane. In the face of such a lot of romantic and fame girls, in those of us who have innocent resumes and self-proclaimed "good girls," there will always be such emotions: on the one hand, we are not willing to follow people insults. Blaming them, on the one hand, we want to draw a line with such people. So in our hearts, one side is envious, one side is sympathy, one side is for them, and the other is deep contempt for them.

In my middle school, there have been girls like this.

One is the school flower that is famous in our school - it is as famous as her beauty, and her "work is good." For most middle school students with tutoring, opening a house is still an incredible ban. However, in that year, the girl was famous for being easy to engage. She’s also robbed her boyfriend’s boyfriend. The boys in the lower grades also had stories with her. Even the boys from the outside school were sly smiles when they talked about her.

At that time, I couldn't understand it at all: Why is it that the most difficult thing for her to hear is the men, but the one who wants to catch her most, is it the same group of men?

In the Douban Review of the Juvenile Killings in the Lingling Street, some people wrote: "All the girls in the country have such a girl. She may not be the most beautiful, the purest, but she has an irreplaceable position. She is the only school flower in this school. She is hated by other girls, disdainful, disdainful, cursed by the boys in the most inferior language. But, strangely, she will enter every boy's spring dream, she can be destroyed. Because she is the most shameless."

Like the Italian movie "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", all men insulted the beautiful heroine, but they looked down on her contempt and wanted to make her a little lighter. When a woman is too beautiful, men come to marry her, women come to resent her, and the only way to eliminate bullying and resentment is when she becomes mediocre and becomes unable to attract men anymore.

This is not only the world of adults, but in the world of teenagers, such cruelty and ugliness will not be less.

Some people say that Xiao Ming in the "Juling Street Juvenile Killing Incident" is because of his poor family, so he urgently needs a sense of security, so he is eager to attach to every man. This reminds me of Jiang Xibao, who is also the author of Yi Shu. It is also a single-parent family with only a mother. It is also a poor family. At the age of thirteen, she learned to greet the boys and swindle the other party to pay for themselves.

The difference is that Jiang Xibao with the special privileges of the authors, lived on the road of Mary Su, lived through the adolescence, and sold the body and soul to become a young rich woman. Xiao Ming in Yang Dechang's lens, and Fang Kehan ​​in Diane's pen, prematurely overdraw his youth, and the flower-like life has vanished in adulthood.

Destiny is often fair, and those who prematurely deplete their youthful capital will age faster than others.

At that time, among the friends around me, some people wanted to emulate our romantic school flowers, but the level was a lot lower. This woman is not only born, but at best it can be called "cute". In the face of several small boys at the same time, if they leave the ground, they will not let go of their appetite. When there is a holiday, they will entangle the boys to buy things for themselves, and then take advantage of those gifts and show them to our girls. Her girlfriends were all contacted by her, and then she recognized a bunch of "brothers" very innocently, waiting for an opportunity to move, today excuses to talk about the negative gossip of girlfriends, tomorrow does not mean to talk about their grievances, water drops Unconsciously, the position of girlfriends in the eyes of her boyfriend was squeezed out. If any girl screamed at her, she cried and let her supportive boys rush forward, giving those who are annoying her awkward.

Later, I was also a nosy, and while I was writing an article, I wrote a blog complaining that the girl was a lie, pointing out that she had bullied and yelled at me before. After two days, I was immediately blocked by her boyfriend in the hallway, pointing at me and yelling at the "scorpion."

Now think of it, I really feel that real life is often more bloody than the novel movie, more exciting.

At the time of the long corridor in the middle school, there was often a feeling of living in the world of "Sorrow against the River" written by Guo Jingming. Teenagers are a period of hormonal incitement. Everyone wants to brush their sense of existence and want to experience the dog blood plot in the virtual world.

At that time, we always envied these experienced girls, always thought that they were not as beautiful and cute as they were, so it was difficult for these female N males to have a bloody plot. After watching them for a few years after graduation, I feel that they are actually not beautiful at all. I think that they may have been disabled for a few years, or the aesthetics of young people are different from those of adults.

I didn't understand until I saw this movie. In fact, most girls are similar before they grow up. Even those who have grown very beautiful and have a good personality, most of them at the age of fourteen or five, are still tempted to interact with the opposite sex. And those girls, who are able to attract such a rich story, are not because they are particularly beautiful and can be used to get along, but because they all have a heart of DramaQueen.

They are like Mrs. Kang, who is in the "Dragon", always hope that wherever they go, they will all receive the vision of the opposite sex - even if they encounter Xiao Feng, such as the unmovable, even if they are inside Do not like him, they have to work hard to solve all the problems, hoping that the other party will become the minister of their own skirt, let them send.

Xibao’s Xibao is like this: First, I want a lot of love, and second, I want a lot of money. If there is nothing, at least I still have health.

Many readers don't understand Yi Shu's description. They accuse Xibao of vanity: there are many men who really love her, and she still chose money.

In fact, I think that for such a young girl, what they are most afraid of is the youth. Therefore, money is secondary and love is secondary. In the cruel and long, painful youth, what they want is actually a lot of sense of existence.

In this way, aren't the girls in our youthful memories who are arrogant and arrogant, and are actually childish and frivolous?

Please help me remember that I have not broken.

Before I saw someone posting a new concept essay, saying that the children like to annoyed a little bit of trouble, and they couldn’t move to “long and endless youthful rivers”, and they would “forget the rivers and lakes” without moving. ... Many people have replied under the slogan, and others have said that they once liked the style of the new concept, and now they think it is very embarrassing.

What qualifications does this person have for the original self?

However, humans just like this.

When I experienced it, I felt painful and profound. After I passed it, it was nothing but an ignorance. I even laughed at myself.

Just like when I started from the National Elementary School, I was so awkward that I didn’t go out to socialize with my parents. I was very disgusted to see those people who persuaded the wine. I was very disgusted to see a group of half-baked people shouldering their shoulders and calling their brothers and brothers, obviously they were asking for help but they were bent. Do not speak straight.

Just like when I was in high school, I heard that my parents were going to transfer me to another city. I cried and refused to go. At that time, I was obviously dissatisfied with the status quo, and obviously wanted to leave the place where I was, but I couldn’t bear to those friends who were good to me. I would rather skip school with them and play around. I would rather hide in the book room and watch the extracurricular books. I would rather bury my head in the sand like an ostrich, and I don't want to face the reality and plan a good future for myself.

Later, I actually started to accompany my parents to socialize, and will help my parents stop the wine, and will also talk about some interesting allusions to the atmosphere.

Later, I was still obediently following my parents to another city to study, and once again starting from scratch in the new environment, I actually adapted very quickly, lived happily, and even happy to let many new friends replace the status of old friends. .

My parents always tell me, you look at it now, what we ask you to do, the choices we make for you are all right? You look at how stubborn you are at the beginning, how to persuade is not to listen, Telling you to go out to eat and killing, telling you to go to school will be desperately with us...

I said, yeah, it seems that these choices are right now, but this does not mean that my original resistance and struggle were wrong.

We do grow stronger and stronger, more and more perfect, and more and more like water. But in the process of growing up, before the "growth" action is completed, every pain we experience is real, and every tear we make is meaningful. I didn't want to transfer to school because I couldn't bear my friends. When I was young, I felt that it was a great disaster to separate them from my best friends. I skipped classes to play because I wanted to live more exciting memories every day. I don't want to socialize. Because of the hypocrisy of disgusting adults... I will not deny my childishness because of what I call maturity today. I can't blame yesterday's own unrealistic idealism because I am gradually adapting to this society.

In Taiwanese and Japanese film and television dramas, there is a big theme, that is, youth. These works reveal the reluctance of youthful years, but they are not like the works of “selling feelings” produced in other places. They describe youth as a gorgeous and colorful cloud, which is like all the pains and pains. It was only after we reached adulthood.

In fact, young people are really bitter and bitter, and they are much harder than the days after adulthood.

The fourteen-and-five-year-olds are no longer as ignorant and ignorant as they were when they were children. They are not as strong as they were when they were aggrieved. They know how to reason and reason. We gradually form our own set of values. We have the truth, the goodness and the beauty that we stubbornly believe. We are not willing to waste our time. We all hope that we are the protagonists of the existence of the blast - but our voice is not heard.

In the middle school period, I met a class teacher who didn't do everything with me. In fact, the class teacher is not completely malicious. Just because she used to be a teacher in a small town, she used this kind of education method, but she could run into a rebellious student who graduated from a free-spirited country. Therefore, speech abuse and corporal punishment are commonplace. And because I often talk back to her, she deliberately placed me in the target position.

I tried to read "Zhang Ailing's Anthology" during the class, and she was rushed to tear it and throw it into the trash. I tried the so-called "failure of hair style", that is, the hair is not short enough, she was thrown out of the classroom many times, and also called my mother to take me home to cut my hair, otherwise I would not let the class. I tried to take off my school uniform jacket on the back of the chair in the classroom in the fall. As a result, she threw the clothes and bags from the fourth floor on the grounds of "not wearing school uniforms." I also tried to wear a hat to go to school in winter. She was directly confiscated by her hat. After she snorted and said "neuropathy", she was directly squatted on the table by her...

It was at these times that every time my mother got a call from her to come to the school, it was a slap in the face. In order to dissipate the class teacher so as not to make things big, my mother directly said in front of her that "the animals are going to die." For a while, because I was harassed too frequently by this kind of breaking, I ended up wearing a hat and being punishable in the winter and then rushed out of the classroom. My mom got a call to the school early in the morning. After seeing me, no. Indiscriminately, I grabbed my head and hit it on the trunk. Then I cursed: "When I go out this morning, what do I say? I told you not to wear a hat! I said that the woman will find you trouble because of this! You The beast is just obedient! You know what the disaster is!"

In the cold morning, when my mother grabbed my head and ran into the tree, I suddenly thought of suicide.

But I also think that this should not be my style. What I have been longing for is to live a light, elegant and comfortable petty bourgeoisie, and not to go to social news for this rural tragic education problem.

Later, the conflict between me and the class teacher was intensified, and I was put on the blacklist of the school. I was almost dropped out of school because of these broken things. After a few years, my mother told me that it all blamed me for being too stubborn. Whenever the class teacher wanted to ask the parents for a complaint, I lied that "my mother is now in a bad mood at home." The teacher leaders feel that my family is a poor family who can bully at will. There is no such thing as fairness in this world. People who can get fair are dependent on their own background. Otherwise, even if your grievances are worthy of the world, you will not be able to escape under the shameless villain.

This rectification of me is one of the most eye-catching things that the savvy middle school has done. I was fourteen years old, until I saw the director's leadership changing the face of the ever-changing little man, until I saw how this unprovoked storm was settled, I gradually learned about the world.

Since then I have learned a new survival skill. I learned to laugh at them on the side of the school who had a relationship with personal malpractice and who wanted to put me to death because of personal grievances. I hate it in my heart, but I also learned to be gentle and gentle. The two directors couldn't bear to plant this embarrassment, and they went to the bottom of each of my class teachers and asked them to wait for the opportunity to catch my little sister-in-law. Therefore, I was treated differently by the grade leader. Therefore, when the class was noisy, it was innocently put forward by the history teacher to throw a chalk, so that all my friends were asked to talk to the nostalgic beauty teacher in the next class. , 曰 "Do not pay bad friends to learn bad".

It is such a school, I hate it for abandoning it to the bones, and now when others say "thankful alma mater" to it, it will also take my nameless fire. But at that time, when I could choose a new world, I still couldn't bear to leave it. I even resisted struggling for so long, just because I have a group of friends that I cherish and reluctant.

This is the youthful years of my own ups and downs.

Now, I went back to that school. The teachers who helped me in the past talked to me and laughed. The teachers who were not familiar with me but claimed to be "long-named" for me also talked about my stories. I also started to feel very interesting. . Maybe when people are young, their hearts are too narrow. Who is good to me, who is bad for me, I have too deep memory, and I can’t understand.

Now go to the aftertaste, and I am very grateful to these "enemy" not only because they taught me the way of survival in this society, but also because they add a real sense of existence to my youth. Perhaps I have repeatedly hit the wall but still often fight with the class teacher, in order to brush myself a unique sense of existence.

In fact, when I was a child, I once committed suicide. The reason is that my dad is not in a good mood to go home. I am inexplicably angry with me. I was screaming at the emotional intelligence, but no matter how yelling, I was always overshadowed by my dad with a louder voice. When I shouted, my dad was still not salted. Later, I picked up the scissors on the table and I was going to scratch my wrist. When I started, I used too much force, but I was worried that I would regret it when I died. So I put my hand on the index finger. Until now, I still have a scar on my index finger. When I talked to people, this experience of "deciding to commit suicide and temporarily becoming awkward" has become a joke, but I can never forget the deep despair in my heart.

When I look at the "Juling Street Juvenile Killings", my heart is ups and downs, and I think of my bitter youth. At that time, we had no fairness and dignity in front of the teachers. Everything in front of our parents was "killable." We used to be oppressed, not respected, full of grievances, nowhere to vent, and want to die again and again - but when we survived this bitter growth, we actually began to laugh at the original too naive too The frivolity is too fragile, and I began to look down on things that I thought were important.

Such self-denial is the most cruel part of the growth process.

In "Juling Street Juvenile Killings", the impulsive Zhang Zhen killed his beloved Xiao Ming. In "Farewell to Heaven", the beautiful side can die from a terminal illness. In "Everything about Lily Zhou", Tsuda Shiko sang a song and jumped from the tall tower. Lian Jianxiong and a sharp blade pierced the chest of Xingye Xiujie. People who have really had youth, all the ideas about youth, are bloody.

At the age of sixteen, with the resentment of the school, I was mad at the eagerness of the friend, hiding the envy of the school flower, obsessed with the hopelessness of director Iwai Shunji, and skipped classes to hide in the music. In the classroom, listen to my girlfriend playing Debussy. "Arab Style Songs", "Girls with Linen Hair", golden wheat fields, blue sky, glaring light... Those cruel and seemingly incomprehensible literary films are the foundation of my youth.

The lens directed by Iwai Shunji is more like a light poem. The film directed by Yang Dechang is more like a real life - the male protagonist is not tall and handsome, the heroine is not beautiful and dazzling, they are not yet long enough, and there are so many possibilities that they have not had time to explore. When they spoke, there was always the noise of the car that whizzed past. The aunts who had bowed their heads let them take their feet off, and the uncle who sold the buns and hoes came and interrupted. This is a stunned, wretched, and dull and long scene, more like a real life. Finally, Zhang Zhen suffered a betrayal from a friend, learned the truth of love, and saw that the father who was a good man became a poor timid, so he chose to erupt because he was attached to the idealistic Honey. He hopes to implement the heroism in War and Peace, because he does not want his beloved to be looked down upon by others.

I have seen a very boring short drama in Taiwan called "They exploded on the day before graduation." The seventeen-year-old actor recognized the cruelty of this society, and finally chose the more difficult one of the two roads - he gave up the steady and numb growth, and chose to go with the false witnesses. Before he left, he said this to his girlfriend: "Please help me remember that I have not broken."

Parents and elders always don't understand us. They always ask this question: "You are now ready to open your mouth with your clothes. The only task is to study hard. You are still screaming that you are not happy and that you are suffering?"

We are young, we are not understood, we are not respected, we are pitiful and sad, and human rights and self-esteem are always insulted and trampled by the elders in the name of "for you." We always think that we can resist, always thinking that we can be different, but we don't know, we will not be any different from others. But when we are not dying in the struggles of youth, we must learn to grow and adapt, learn to practice strong, learn to pick up the skills that we have despised, learn to understand and accept this cold and unfair. world.

However, in such inevitable growth, I always hope that each of us can not deny the childishness of our past, understand the grand dreams that we once had, and remember that we have not broken.

"I have a fascination, and the rooster is screaming in the sky. The young man is taking the cloud, who is sitting in the chill."

The teenager is really hard and bitter, but unfortunately, we have not seen it.