My Name Is Wang Xiaokai

The eighteen-year-old sky has our dreams. Only when we have dreams can we have a happy high school life. We don't live for dreams, but fight for them. There is our dream in my Y. For this dream, we have poured out our blood and tears. Was going to college ever your slightly sad expectation? —————————————— Life is like a road, you need to get out of the prosperous scenery in the desolation Dreams are like wind, you must listen to brocade songs in loneliness —————————————— Here is our rebellion, here is our youth, here the cruelty is the real reality, here is our true voice, here is the sky for us born in the 1990s, but who can understand us? From day to night, we walked through the bustling city. From heaven to hell, we pass through the human world. From elementary school to university, we are devastated. Education has made us successful, or... Enslaved us? Is that helpless? Or is it inevitable?