My name is Jiang Xiaocao, and it's my 18th birthday the day before New Year's Day. On this day, I experienced the greatest pain in my life, but I never thought of escaping. On the contrary, I know that I am an adult and I have things I must do. In the past eighteen years, I have been young and frivolous. I have walked through the Shura path at the bottom of society, but I have been well protected. In the past eighteen years, I have also witnessed the luxurious and decadent life of the upper class, but I can never accept that kind of "pig pen" mentality. If there is anything true in this world, I can only say that it is feelings; friendship, love, family affection; I am very glad that I am walking on this muddy road of life, but I have encountered so many purest and most beautiful feelings. On the road of overcoming thorns and thorns, I know the power of life. Although I may be a little decadent for the time being, it is winter now and everything is asleep, but next spring, it will be Qianmu again. I will continue the life of my lover, see the world, and move forward; maybe I will embark on a more bumpy road, but my lover will light the direction of my life like a beacon, and death cannot make me afraid. This little article is my recollection of a true story of my own experience. Maybe you think this story is far away, or maybe you think it happened right around you. No matter what, I wrote it seriously and tried my best to remember it. Those past memories passed by in the wind, those beautiful and clean young people; I want to say this to the person in heaven! I love you! I will still love you a thousand years later! But at that time, I will definitely hold your hand tightly, even if I go to hell, I won't let you go! And now, I want to continue walking on this road, no matter how extreme or crazy, I will use all the strength of my life to walk and keep my waist straight! I'm going to look for the questions in life that you haven't been able to solve, and I'm going to look for the things that we are still holding on to! The sad songs can be used as weeping, and the distant sight can be used as homecoming; please watch from heaven, your grass, even though it is just a rootless duckweed in the river, will never let you down!
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