Mature woman, do you still remember when you were seventeen? Girl, have you ever looked forward to your seventeenth year?
The unrestrainedness of seventeen years old; the enthusiasm of seventeen years old; the perseverance of seventeen years old; the ideal of seventeen years old; and the love of seventeen years old.
When the college entrance examination came, he held her hand and walked forward; when the family change came, he endured the pain of being abandoned and pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile; when the friendship that he once thought was unbreakable was sharply cut into pieces by misunderstanding and suspicion, he used his shoulders to hold up a warm sky for her; but when love came, where did you go?
Facing the shady competition after the college entrance examination, I thought I could hold my chest high and move forward; facing the strife and disputes in family relationships, I thought I could successfully break through with a smile; when friendship betrayed without warning into suspicion and hurt, I thought I could keep the world in my heart calm and calm.
But, it's not enough. The summer when I was seventeen, I had a dream. The prophet in the dream said: Only when he leaves can you truly become an adult, become eighteen, and grow up.
My dear, let's go, people have to learn to grow up.