It turns out I didn’t understand
It turns out I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand anything. I thought I knew what life was, but it turns out that I regard life as a habit; I thought I knew what youth was, but it turns out that I regard youth as a process; I thought I understood maternal love, but it turns out that I regard maternal love as a process. A kind of dependence.
Each of us lives in our own or other people's plans, and we follow them unchangingly. No one wants to change, so we just follow, carry out, and accept it lightly. I have always eaten, slept, and studied as my life. Now, I realize that the life I always thought was just something we have always followed. The life I think is actually just a habit. In fact, I don’t understand real life. Life should be calm, changeable, and change with ourselves. We dominate life, not life dominates us.
Youth is as colorful as fireworks, with countless thorns like roses, and as clear as spring water. When we enter junior high school, we enter a world full of curiosity and confusion like youth. In junior high school, we came into contact with new people and new things. He gradually became disobedient and had his own thoughts, but he was still a half-grown child after all, and some people couldn't tell or understand some things. Youth is beautiful, and we begin to pay attention to our appearance, language, and even clothing. Comparison, rebellion and a series of things that we thought we would not have before began to appear in ourselves. I always thought that this kind of youth is youth. Now, I understand that youth is spent in the sea of ??books. Only this kind of youth can It's youth.
Mother is the softest place in everyone’s heart. Mother is everyone’s support. I always thought that maternal love is meticulous care and warm laughter, but I didn’t know that maternal love can also be indifferent. She is just loving in another way, loving us in a way that we cannot accept. She has her way, and we have our way. In the end, we can only choose to accept it. We know it is love, but we always Can't believe it. I thought maternal love was a kind of dependence, but I didn’t know that maternal love is everything a person has. Motherly love is not dependence, but the softness of your heart.
It turns out that I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand anything. It turned out that I didn’t understand, but I understood everything.