When I was one year old, my father carried warmth, and my mother led hope, cared for, looked forward to, watched, waited,

When he was two years old, looking at the child's eyes in his arms, he took care of himself helplessly, gave the child too much food, was afraid of holding on, ate less, was afraid of being hungry, and didn't know where to go. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the age of three, he listened to the fascinating direction, imagined the movements of the world, began the pace of life, practiced the itinerary of the years, and took the first step in human life.

When he was four years old, he didn't understand the sophistication of human feelings, couldn't see through the hot and cold world, couldn't understand the scars of words, couldn't solve the sad scenes, and couldn't talk about the grief and anger among people. You can't save people from danger.

When I was five years old, I looked at people, things, and scenery, adding the color of progress to my mind, and padding up the glory of the years.

When he was six years old, he opened the door of his heart, described the scene of his sea, had a new experience, a new understanding, a new self, thinking about the people in the past, thinking about the people in the past, and carrying out the journey of his dreams.

When I was seven years old, I was led by others, asked by others, learned to be confused, learned to misunderstand, and engraved in my heart the difficult to recover the load, I don't know whether it is good or bad, I don't know whether it is fate or share.

When I was eight years old, I walked on the road of learning, got to know my classmates, met my teachers, learned theories, learned my state of mind, understood what words are, what people are, what is pay, what is return, and gave my first lesson to my future.

When I was nine years old, my ignorant heart, the unchanging tune, began to drift, floating, only understanding that the sky is not far from me, the earth is very close to me, sometimes looking at the night view of the starry sky and asking myself, how big the world is, but there is no sound description in my heart, and there is no word to understand in my mind.

When I was ten years old, I grew up on the road, my family added clothes, outsiders shared knowledge, relatives and friends taught wisdom, classmates carried their hearts, and teachers led the way.

When I was eleven years old, I worked hard, with sadness, led to not paying attention, and went to school with no taste, and when I got out of school, someone asked what I had learned, and the answer was that I didn't know, and when I got home, my parents asked, what did I study today, but my answer was to bow my head and deal with it speechlessly.

When I was twelve years old, halfway through my studies, I didn't study well in school, I just wanted to earn some money and spend money on the family, so that my parents at home felt that they had grown up, but the years did not accept people, and my family persuaded me, and outsiders said that I only went to school carelessly.

At the age of thirteen, learning was a little motivated, but seeing the hard work of the family, the past thoughts began to be sad, fixed sadness, and drew a tearful appointment, I don't know if the geometry can finish the academic journey, and now I have gone year after year of youth, when can I go to the society, let the family not worry, when can I make my family proud of themselves, when can I give my family a breath of peace.

At the age of fourteen, I went to school in the wrong choice, I didn't know how to develop in my own home, I didn't know how to learn, I watched the education given by others, listened to the mantras given by others, and described my confused state of mind.

When I was fifteen years old, I walked on the way to school again, forgetting the past, losing the past, not thinking about the past deeds and scenery, disappointing my family step by step, and letting everyone lose every moment. At this time, I was still walking in the blurred landscape, but I couldn't understand the changes in appearance.

At the age of sixteen, I embarked on the road to and from school, understood some knowledge, had concerns in my heart, and appreciated the customs of society, feeling like a drop of water in the ocean. It's like walking in someone else's dream, and quietly disappearing has been lost for many years.

At the age of seventeen, I understood the hard work, knew how difficult it is to make money, and the years of one step are so far away, but the pace of a lifetime is as fast as the wind.

When I was eighteen years old, I was suffering in my heart, and I went home with tears and difficulties, and I only hated that I had chosen the wrong way and picked the wrong door, which was an unforgettable memory, a valuable itinerary, an unchanging scenery, and an arrangement of time, which laid a hard time for myself.

When he was nineteen years old, his family gave him a warmth and a blessing, and he walked in the path he imagined.

At the age of twenty, I understood myself, saw society, understood the world, waited for the scenery, and watched my heart. I saw through the Simen. Read the book and solve the mystery.

A word of tears, written how much we are tired, a word of bitterness, how many actions we take, a dream word, in exchange for how much we miss, a gambling word, how much accumulation we need to succeed, a failure, let us how much hard work to pass by, thinking that it is just our own ignorance, but asking about our own mistakes.

The disputes in my heart, the superposition of words, the understanding of words, the emotion of action, the misjudgment in failure, whether it is my own regret, or the blessing of time, this is not regret, not ignorance, but an explanation of myself, walking on the vertical and horizontal line of the years, learning to change, understanding the clutch of mood, and getting the harvest of the exterior.

Time shuttles like a program, words into the heart, deeds are injected with teardrops, lovesickness pounces into his chest, he sees too little, or understands the posture of the world is unknown, this is my end, but also the view of society, I don't know how to see through my mood, I don't know how to express my heart, what should I do, can I only wait?

I'm so tired, I don't know who to explain a lot of words in my heart, and I'm afraid that others will blame me for being incompetent, and I'm worried about my cowardice, so no one can see through it, or I don't have enough time in the world at all, I'm helpless, I walk my pace, I walk my way, let others tell the troubles of deeds, no matter how beautiful the future is, no matter how pessimistic the future is, I can only wait for good news.

A drop of lovesickness and three looks, tears and hearts come and go, the pace is so difficult, is my ability is not enough or not enough to understand the changes in the situation, which makes me burn the source of hope, but hope is a glimmer, but I can't wait, step by step to pursue, spread my own voice, walk in the studio of time, little by little to express, step by step to write down their understanding, let their words to accumulate tears of lovesickness.

My heart, who can understand, my thoughts, who can hear, my feelings, who can feel, maybe the wind of the end of the world can understand, maybe only the waiting of the cape can see through, when I am old, I don't know how many people will continue to write the deeds in the future, these deeds are their own beginning, but also the momentum of the Spring and Autumn Period.

My heart is around, my words are drifting, what is in my heart, how can I get rid of it, when I am sad, it is still me, looking at my tears, my own heart spreads the taste of encounter, is this the echo of time? or the fragments of the years, why do I have such turmoil, can the stars in my heart only flash once, can't they float up again?

I have no room to worry, I have no hopeful blessings, I don't want to get too many tears, but I really want to get more traces, let myself tell the lie and deceive myself, tempt the heart that no longer belongs to me, bewitch the tears that live only for myself, waiting for the spread of tears to meet.

My heart will be clear, my tears will know, my words will be described, my scenery will be, etc., the water understands that its own flow involves the vicissitudes of life, swinging the identification of autumn leaves, connecting those who do not belong to their own love, the wind can know what kind of magic will walk under the sky, and when acting, even if it is where it goes, it is inseparable from Wanjing, and the description of the deeds writes its own itinerary, let time follow the direction, let the spring and autumn to set the position, wait for the change of the scene, the imminent departure of the mentality, even if we do not change, but Wanjing is still changing, has been changing our actionsEven if we don't change, others and Wanjing will still accompany you to change. Because the wheel of happiness of time is running, and no one can change it.

What makes me wait, what makes me still stay in the position I once was, is it that I have no gain, or I can't understand the scene in front of me, the former childhood threw me away, and the teenager abandoned me again, my heart was cold, and the first voice that came to my youth was that you lost your childhood, did you study well when you were a teenager, so what do you want young people to do, just let the youth pass by.