When talking about youth, most people in the world will think of the scorching sun in midsummer, the chirping of cicadas in the forest, the gentle evening breeze, or the stacked test papers, the days and nights of studying hard at the desk, and the score line that is far away.
These pictures are real and vivid, but they are never the full picture of my youth. I don't know how to accurately describe those years, so I can only slowly tell my story.
She grew up in a chaotic and depressing environment. Even though it was full of misery, it was still the home where she was born and raised, and she had an innate bond that she would never let go of.
Asked if she harbored hatred in her heart, she had no answer; when it came to the love in her heart, it was also difficult to describe, and no definite answer could be found.
Being in such a situation is like falling into a boundless whirlpool, quietly engulfing people in it. Outsiders watching from a distance can never see clearly the inner truth and distinguish right from wrong.
Only by immersing yourself in it can you understand that many human relationships and things in the world are inherently intertwined with reality and reality, and there is no absolute black and white. After all, it is unpredictable and difficult to see through.
Along the way, there are laughter and tears, and the ups and downs are all normal.
In the final analysis, they are just people with different hearts. Among ordinary people, they are struggling and wandering alone. The road ahead is confused and they can never find their peace of mind.
Intention: Is it difficult? Does it hurt? It is panic but no end, hurry but no stay. How do you want me to answer? My tears will tell you the answer