This is a true story. About me.
The story is endless. Because our lives are still going on, because the earth is still rotating, because we still have to go to school, still have to write homework, and still have to fall in love...
It can be thought of as a synthesis of the diary, but the difference is that it is fragmented. There were a lot of things that I can't remember, and the exact time they happened is also confusing. At the same time, I forgot about the faint and inexplicable sadness I felt at that time.
Maybe it's because we are still young and we don't understand love, let alone life.
Maybe everyone has experienced this, right? You are young and full of energy, and you don't know the taste of life. Like someone or hate someone; silently devote a long time to someone without knowing his thoughts...
I am such a person, a sunny girl in the eyes of my teachers and a "pure man" in the eyes of my classmates. I have fought and scolded in the street, drank and smoked... Is such a negative thought like mine really worthy of the word "sunshine"?
I once asked a friend of mine, I asked: What type of girl do you think I am? Soft on the outside and hard on the inside or hard on the outside and soft on the inside? She replied: Both. So I was completely at a loss. Maybe she was right.
Now, I want to share my story with all readers - my dreams, my beliefs, my love, my struggles, my unwillingness, my entanglements... Although I am still young, it doesn't matter, one day I will grow up, one day I will appreciate the beauty of life, one day I will understand the true meaning of dedication, dedication and responsibility. As my father said: everything has a process.
——I'm waiting...
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Updates may be slow, and those who want to watch may not have the patience to continue reading. But I still hope that my life insights in my stories can make everyone feel even a little bit moved.
I work hard every day to record and record the emotions that are inadvertently revealed every day, whether they are joy or sadness.
I originally wanted to name the story "The Blooming Years", but after much deliberation, I chose the current name.
We are still young, and we are setting sail; we are still walking hand in hand on the avenue of "youth", leaving our laughter and tears along the way, and we are learning how to prevent ourselves from regretting...
Let us gather together with a smile, let us part with a cry! Please believe me, this is life!
[PS: The names of the characters in the article are all made up, and only a small part of them retain their surnames. Please don't be surprised if you read these words one day. As for what is surprising, it depends on each person (heehee~~). ]
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