I Missed It Just Because I Was Young

The presence of emotions and the nature of human nature. More or less devoted to anyone in any corner. Many people say, "The good things always stay in those few years." Beautiful, beautiful sad, beautiful poignant, beautiful thrilling, beautiful unforgettable. These purest emotions were eventually strangled in the cradle by my mature self. However, God is so fair to everyone, but also reveals how unfair it is. It is fair for every ugly master to become more comfortable every day. It is also unfair that every waste who lives in fairy tales and dreams of being a prince or princess really becomes a waste. They all lived innocently in various ways. When they looked at the blue sky with wide eyes and had sweet dreams, how could they know that these sweet dreams and their lives would later turn into paper balls that were crumpled beyond recognition. Perhaps the only thing they can survive is that they can find a place where no one is around and they won't swallow tears in their stomachs. Living in the so-called "flowers in the greenhouse", they cruelly accept the ugliness of human nature and the heinous punishment of reality. They are still living day by day and trying to make progress day by day. Try to get used to this kind of life, and try to make yourself more comfortable. At the same time, they are also helpless that no matter how hard they try, they cannot keep up with the speed at which this era is distorting day by day. In vain, he pondered various questions such as whether he would survive if he stopped. Some people will cry and say, "In fact, everyone is happy." I agree. Everyone is enjoying their own happiness in their own way. Because whether you are happy or not is not something you can think about yourself. People who say they are unhappy are the most pitiful. They live in a way that is not satisfied with the status quo every day, so that they deserve to suffer greater pain than ordinary people. In fact, everyone is right. What is wrong is that this dazzling era has given them too many ideas, and they have forgotten to tell them which one is more distant and which one is more skinny, reality and dreams. As for the other flowers living in the real greenhouse, they will enjoy the most appropriate justice that God gives them at the most appropriate time. Under the influence of family environment, I knew what the world was like earlier than my peers. So that in the end they became more comfortable later on.