Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Book of Haste
Have you ever tried to suddenly leave tears in class and then secretly wipe them away?
You've tried, but you can't tell anyone when you're uncomfortable at school. Do you feel like you're holding back?
At the end of class, lie on the table and pretend to be good, in fact, do you feel really tired inside?
Have you ever tried to hang out with other people, and you tie your shoelaces and look up without the feeling of those people?
Have you ever felt misunderstood by everyone......
Have you ever tried to feel like others putting all the blame on yourself and getting scolded?
Have you ever tried to feel sad and sad by yourself, and the person next to you chatting happily and saying sweet words?
Have you ever tried it and it hurt so much that you wanted to cry...... But do you want to force the feeling of laughter?
Have you ever tried to feel like being framed for something you didn't do at all? You can cry, but you can't lose!
"People always call children's unwillingness to talk back, the courage of teenagers is called rebellion, the collapse of minors is called hypocrisy, and the cowardice of minors is called taking care of the overall situation."
But now you are no longer a teenager who can be forgiven for anything wrong.
"Youth is the best time in time. Lifting the cicadas outside the classroom, the unfinished test papers, it was the one next to him who would blush when he saw it. At that time, I was young and absurd, and all my promises were true, and if I liked it, I could remember it for a lifetime. Later, the fireworks dispersed and went far away. All the young and frivolous can't withstand the impermanence of the world after all. I read and re-read it, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty. I dedicate half a book to describing our story, and half a book to forget you. The real growth started by letting go of that person, and now I no longer have the helplessness I had when I was eighteen years old. But in the face of love, it seems that he has lost his blood. Now that I think about it, the biggest unworthiness in life is probably the most ruthless 'I do' in youth. ”
"You love the wind, and the wind blows to others, and you say the wind has abandoned you."
You don't understand the meaning of this sentence, so in other words.
"You like her very much, and she likes others, and you say she abandoned you."
"You're wrong, she didn't belong to you at all, how could she abandon you?"
"You are like winter, you have an innate coldness, frozen for a season, but once the snow melts, it will be a fresh spring bloom. And I am like summer, feeling all things in the world hotly, warming every life, but I don't know that as long as I encounter the autumn wind, I can't stop the loneliness of the whole forest. ”
"I wondered if it was raining too much this summer and not collecting enough sunlight to get through the winter. Maybe because no one knows, I myself am a little sun, sooner or later someone will find out, and at that time, I will warm him every winter! ”
Come on, you can do it!
"In the past, I felt that the sense of security was the message that the other party replied in seconds, his good morning and good night, his hand clenched when crossing the street, and a warm embrace in winter, but now I feel that the only thing that can give me a sense of security is the early morning sun, the full battery on my mobile phone, and the wallet in my pocket when I go out, because I know that it is not safe to pin that poor sense of security on others."
"I'm so bored! A bag of Qiaqia melon seeds, I finished it alone, a total of 1854, 26 were empty, 9 were mixed in, 6 were not fried, they were connected, and 4 were bitter. Drank 7 glasses of water in between. That's right, that's loneliness. ---- just this passage has a total of 67 words and 12 punctuation marks, including 8 commas and 3 periods, for a total of 587 strokes. Among them, 78 are horizontal, 137 are vertical, 65 are apostrophe, 57 are pinched, and 139 are others. Well. That's right, that's boredom at its best. ”
The highest level of loneliness is boredom, but I am willing to be lonely with you!