His name is Xin Ci, male, Chinese nationality, born in 1985 in Xicheng, Beijing.
This story summarizes his short youth experience. It is not exciting and somewhat obscure, but it is a confession and memory of his true feelings.
I used to long for being a pearl held in people's hands, enjoying applause and praise, and feeling like Skittles every day. But he was not lucky enough and even brought bad luck to himself many times.
He couldn't make that pearl. He could only look at the light of others and hide in a corner where he couldn't shine and suffer alone. He is just an inconspicuous pebble. It's not enough to decorate next to the flower bed, and it's covered in mud when thrown into the pool.
On the balance between dreams and emotions, his feelings came first but failed miserably. He made mistakes but failed to free himself. Maybe life needs pain to get out of the confusion of youth.
I wish him better and better, and I also hope that all his peers and people living in this era will be happy and achieve their own perfection. We cannot be born with a pearl in our hand, nor can we guarantee that we will not experience the hatred of the pearl in our lifetime, not to mention that it will also grow yellow with age.
I think everyone, like Xin Ci, is a unique and self-made pebble, polished in those years when no one appreciates it. If you persist a little longer, I believe we will all see that pebbles also have a charming luster, which is interesting and will not get tired of us for a long time.