No matter how many tears you have, you can't change the sadness when you say goodbye. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMy efforts are the sorrow left over from yesterday. Farewell to the stage of sports, I still have to chase.

I waved my hand and looked at my teammates and I had no choice but to leave, this was the last thing my parents gave me. I was no longer able to run on the playing field, and I left with tears in my eyes where my dreams had begun and ended.

The long hair cut off is kept for yesterday's comfort, no one will call me a little boy in the future, return my daughter, I want to chase and chase, my heart is broken.

On the sports field, my sweat and tears are my innocent snuggling. Today I am leaving the sports field, and at the same time I will have painful memories.

I didn't have a choice, and it wasn't my intention to leave, how I hoped that my struggle could see the five-star red flag raised, but that was not my choice to leave after all. Everyone has the possibility of failure, and my failure has to be abandoned, I bid farewell to my dream land with tears, I don't want to but I can't stay and continue.

The haze in the sky is a little more melancholy, and I can't grasp the fate left behind when I am young, and the farewell is already doomed.

I'm going to get out of here, with tears in my eyes but I don't want to cry.

Mom and Dad care too much about every first place, and I give twice as much in exchange for crying. I don't want to cry, my body and mind are already tired, and happy childhood leaves sad memories.

The tears of my departure were bitter and sad, but my dream still flew again.

Why didn't my parents give me a chance anymore, and how much sadness did I have when I was young? Failure just made me quit.

My teammates held my hand and no one could hold me back, and the tears of crying covered everything I had. I wanted to fly, but I didn't have a chance.

Mom and Dad, you give me too much expectations, but I am just a young me, I still need more space in my childhood, and it is not my fault for occasional failures, your punishment is too heavy, and I have nothing to say when I see your sadness. Who's going to help me, how I want to grow up quickly.

When I was younger, I could only listen to the adults. Who understands me, it's not my fault that my parents occasionally fail, I didn't try to chase after the first, and I didn't stop to rest. I've worked hard and I've given and I'm leaving, and that's not what I wanted. Mom and Dad stopped hugging me, and the laughter of my childhood disappeared too soon, and no one was willing to wait for me......

(As a parent and an elder, you are welcome to join the discussion and comment on the healthy and happy growth of the next generation.)

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My work "Junyao Anthology" was renamed "Dream Hunting"

Original name: Li Zhijun

Editor in charge: Zhao Chengwei

It has been officially published and publicly released, please support the genuine version.

- Beijing: China Theatre Publishing House, 2009.5 (Zizhuxuan)

ISBN: ISBN978-7-104-02978-6