Hesitant

Rebellious youth is such a good negative teaching material to wake up the sleepy young people. I think if I were still a legal citizen, I would still be running around in society. I think I have finished college now and had a few pure loves on that campus. I think, I dare not think. The reality is too easy. I woke up. There is no if, no I think, now I am a "prisoner". I have been wandering between "Wandering" and "We Are Still Alive" for a long time. I am still a long way away from natural death. So life and death are also hesitant choices. Only family love has no choice, and you must give and give firmly. It made me understand so much in "Wandering". Some people say that you live for your mouth, eat something good for your own mouth, and say something good for the mouth of others. Some people say that we live for the sake of face, fight for one, and others will give one. My thoughts in "Wandering": Why do people live? But unexpectedly, I discovered that the face and face are all parts of the head. This reminded me of my thoughts, my own thoughts, my persistence in choosing, and my own soul. I don't know how many words I have to say, how many things I listen to, and how many people I meet, before I can no longer "wander" and know what I want and why I live. On the contrary, the more we experience, the more we become lost in "Wandering". . . . . . . . 2011 Diary XX prison Thoughts: The youth of three urban boys born in 1985, their growth experiences, and their cries They are destined to wander, they are yearning for and struggling, they are between the city and the countryside, between the 80s and 90s. They came with their own dreams. Reality stung every nerve in them, but they gave up their dreams to chase themselves. Ideal, but found that there is also a distance between ideal and reality. With a little growth, I learned to face reality. "We are all young people with dreams, we are still laughing in front of the sun, and we are crying under the street lights shouting our dreams, We are all young people with love, and our love is still budding..." Excerpt from the quotation: "I feel like I am dead, dying of comfort. Habits and adaptations have wiped out the fighting spirit of life." "Aren't we still alive? There will be tomorrow if we live." If there is no place you yearn for, if there is no one you care about, the world will feel very strange to you, so strange that it has nothing to do with you.