Fengling

There is no one here, even the author was five or six years ago. In addition, this novel is not famous, so this is a review that belongs to me. No one is going to comment, and it's just me. This feeling, this is a feeling of emptiness. It is not loneliness, but more like a higher spiritual level. So much so that I always want to say something and do something in my heart. But there was another voice stopping me. It's snowing today too, so heavy. A man was walking on the street, surrounded by nothing but the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground. I tried to catch them, but they only lasted for a few seconds before turning into water. There was something childish about these behaviors that made me laugh to myself. But actually I want to cry more. How long has it been since I saw my true self? Is the little girl in my heart still there? It's really tiring to work hard outside alone. But when I think about my parents, relatives and friends, I just want to mature. I have told myself many times that I am no longer the child who can act like a spoiled child. Now I have to consider so much and face life with a false smile every day. Will I still really smile now? Maybe, maybe not. Now I really miss my childhood, truly carefree. My parents will take care of everything by themselves, and I just need to be my own little princess. But in today's society, it is really realistic! I have heard the sound of glass breaking many times, but I don't know which glass or which mirror it is. Do I really not know? I just don't dare admit it. I really wanted to escape from this, but it was like a big net that tied me tightly to it. In order to reduce the pain on it, I had no choice but to throw away my own things and face it. I am no longer me, at least not the same person I used to be. And I can't go back. I want to cry in my mother's arms again and tell her how tired and hard I am. But I can't! They are getting older, and every time I see their faces with more wrinkles when I go home, I always tell myself no! We can't let them worry anymore. Before I knew it, I was already so old. After passing that fairy tale age. I needed to get out of my parents' palace, and by that time I was no longer a princess. Perhaps people always dream, but my dream has already awakened. Time You are a terrible thing. Princess, it's time to wake up. Tomorrow is another busy day, and you have to keep living for bread!