Tears, flowing silently, flowing ... A person's world, you can hear the sound of flowers. ...
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Sitting by the railing, my heart is as calm as a lake, bathed in the warm afternoon sunshine, quietly looking at the blue sky on the plateau, flying the kite of youth with my thoughts and flying freely in the sky of years. Occasionally, the past has a bleak color and bits and pieces. Ripples can no longer be aroused, and all unforgettable ones are interpreted in the liquid dripping from the corner of the eye or the sunshine overflowing from the cheek. In any case, there will be its final ending.
When "Quack" landed, it should be said that we are all fragile and can't stand any "stormy waves", and this is indeed the case, so we edit thousands of pets. A soft body drowned in a warm baby and took a sweet nap.
When I was a child, my parents could tolerate my vulnerability and support this day. I built this small and warm space for me to grow, play and travel carefree. However, the hourglass of time is not like this. It has been running its endless pace, and it has passed away. I am ... growing up.
What does it mean to grow up? I think independence and responsibility are necessary, and I also think I have enough body to withstand the storm. When we enter adolescence, our inner world is both wonderful and complicated. So, we learned to persist.
Even if many setbacks swallow up our self-confidence and bear the lingering power in our ears, our hearts will be full of determination to never give up and go straight to the end with its potential. Only then will you find yourself exhausted, lying on the earth that smells of earth, and then inadvertently looking back, stunned by your hard journey.
In fact, we have always been very fragile, that is our essence. But why is there such a strong fear of death? The best interpretation, however, is to use that person's limit to achieve his goal, modify his own loopholes, get through five customs and cut six generals. However, we will still fall on the uneven surface, scarred, or injured in the thorny roses, our hearts torn, or bear the oppression of thousands of mountains and refuse to climb to the top again.
Along the way, we are all flesh and blood, fragile and even injured. It's just some spirit, encouragement or motivation that keeps us going to the end. When night falls, the tears will flow silently, and we still have to run on the road.