My flower season goes by with the years. I spent my youth in inaction and emptiness. In the past years, all I have left is poems and tearful manuscripts. Time can dilute everything. The past years have taken away my flower season, my precious friendship and a little hazy emotion.
Man's growth is a book, a history book, and he may even be difficult to understand.
In the years of tempering, I walked into the rainy season with a relaxed pace. There are no cakes and candles on my birthday. Although my world is not all sunshine, my fiery heart has not been wet by the tears of rainy season.
There is often a lot of helplessness in happiness. When we grow up, we will no longer lie in the arms of our parents. Just because we grow up, we can let go of our ideals, and there are too many troubles and helplessness in life and work, and I wrote down my experiences and feelings in a poem. Maybe bitter poems are hard to read, but then you are yourself.
Don't worry about your blindness. I don't deny your nature at that time. I had love, too. Although hazy, the feelings separated by the secret veil are even better. I have loved, hated and troubled. Perhaps this is the emotional view of 18 years old people. Don't deny it because you are shy. Facts are facts. The rules of youth stipulate whether you are loved or loved.
In the forum, we are not tired of fame, but more free. We are often misunderstood because we have made friends with the opposite sex, and our tears flow. We have to face other people's gossip again, go our own way and let others talk! Why care about other people's gossip? Have a clear conscience, we are still friends.
The road of life is doomed to be bumpy. On the thorn road, you are with us. Let's join hands to create brilliance.
It is often difficult for us to get out of confusion. There are often a few gray clouds floating in the blue sky. It was a wet heart wandering. Let's reach out and put it back in the right place!
My growth is accompanied by many twists and turns, but I never get angry, sum up experience and let me grow.
18 years old, I want to sort out my experience and reread my growth.
It's good to grow up!