Volume 5: The Claim Period

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The blue and white sky seems so bright to us, and there is a melody hidden in the intertwined world, which plays the youth of cardamom, sublimated in this innocent and dirty world.

—Epigraph

It rained non-stop that day, and I thought there would be children like me who didn't have an umbrella in the rain. But their parents were kind enough to send me umbrellas and kept asking me why I was "kind"? Shouldn't they send umbrellas? No, because I have never felt that in a lonely world, I gradually understand the importance of independence.

Midsummer is a nasty season, and I prefer autumn in comparison, with more harmony without the mania of showers, more tenacity without the softness of spring, and more beauty without the dryness of winter. I put my hand out of the window, and the cold bean-sized droplets hit my hand, it turned out to be very cold, and it is a good medicine in the summer. The water dripped down my fingertips and fell to the ground, making a ticking sound, harmonious but also a kind of death that spread. It's the summer heat, the sky is already cool, but the skin is so hot on the surface. One by one, I knew that the rain would continue to rain for a long time, but the students left quickly, and for a moment I wanted to rush straight over, maybe I would catch a cold, maybe I would get sick, maybe I liked the rain myself.

"Gone? Hurry up, or the school will close. The teacher walked by, and as she and a few children left with umbrellas, it turned out that I was superfluous not only in the world of my parents, but also in the world of teachers. I walked out of the classroom, squatted down, and my fingers wandered in the puddle to draw a few circles, the water was not cold at all, just get used to it. I stood up and looked at the nearest place to run to the school gate, and then ran out, it turned out that the rain was not cold at all on my body, but the coldest was my heart.

I don't know what I stepped on, but it was slippery on a rainy day, and I fell in the middle of the road. The water on the ground is dirty and comfortable, and I don't want to get up, so who can sympathize with the rain in this world? Even if you are a dead father, a lost home, a child, or a mother, no one will say anything.

The rain should have stopped, and I couldn't feel the lapping of the rain on my skin, and I felt a sense of relief pouring into my body. "Hello? Nothing, right? "It's a boy's voice, a transparent umbrella on top of my head, but it's not transparent but white, pure white. He's Jay, one of my best friends. This is also the first time I have seen him, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, taller than me, I don't know how much he is tall, but his slender fingers are the most delicate.

Jay wasn't a good student, and I wasn't either, so in the words of the later teacher, it was "smelly", but I didn't mind much, this word. On the contrary, it is a better proof that we are good friends.

One day, friendship has not deteriorated, but it seems to others to have a different charm. Jay asked me again, it was still a rainy day, or the transparent umbrella, we still left last, I asked Jay, "What is your dream when you grow up?" ”

"Be a singer, sing the bluest songs, the most authentic." Jay's voice is beautiful, unusually beautiful as his fingers, and those are the two things I admire most about him. "I want to be a writer, and I can help you compose lyrics in the future, for free." I especially put the free weight, which is a very ordinary conversation, but it has left the deepest imprint on my memory. "What are you doing? Not going home yet? "The teacher's voice came from behind, the teacher was holding the paper, and Jie's was on the first -53 points." We'll be back right away. Jay quickly propped up the umbrella and pulled me away. What do we feel in the rain? A friendship that has been spoiled, in fact, is only friendship.

Jay secretly told me that I had signed up for a singing contest and that it would start tomorrow. I'm amazed at how he got in, because is it okay in junior high school? He laughed, he was an illegitimate child, and his father was a big man who couldn't publicize it to the outside world, but at least his father would still help him with this. I really admired how easily he could say, "Why can you say such painful things so easily?" "I asked him, and I didn't know why

Ask him about pain, and subconsciously it should be like pain. "Because you're my secret bank, and you're here to keep my secrets." He laughed again, it turns out that people who like to laugh are not necessarily happy, but those who like to cry must be sad.

On Wednesday, a special day, the reason I skipped class and didn't go to school was to watch Jay's game. Jie really went to the level, and I really couldn't see that his performance was so good. But I was really discovered by the teacher, and when I went home again, I happened to see the teacher and my mother on the way, and they were giggling and laughing with Jie. The anger of the teacher and the mother rose slowly. "What's going on?" The teacher questioned, perhaps also angrily. "It's nothing, it's just going out to play." I didn't look at them because I didn't dare, or didn't want to. Mother's hand was raised, and I closed my eyes ready to wait for the painful palm to slap my face, and then I would be left alone to carry it, and Jay would be able to walk away. But there was no feeling from the snap. The red marks on Jay's face were very clear, and I suddenly realized that there were people in the world who cared about me. "Auntie, I'm sorry, I asked her to go today because I had a singing competition." Jie told the truth, but he didn't expect the teacher to ask more severely, "What is your relationship with her?" "As soon as this sentence came out, both of us understood, and the reason was not for skipping class, but for the two of us skipping class together." Friend. I replied, only to be glared at by my mother. You give me back. "My mother pulled me away, and I insisted on going to Jay's side, but I was dragged back.

This was the last time I saw Jie, the sky was not raining, but it was so cold, and then he turned away abruptly, changed all contacts, and there was no news. This is youth, why is the youth of cardamom so heavy? One day I saw a guy singing a song on an original website:

Didn't you say okay, let's pursue our dreams together?

Didn't you say okay, let's grow happily together?

The rain kept falling, but the distance between us was not close, and the umbrella was still in the corner of the wall, talking about the past, but it was no longer possible. I am your blue face, you are my red face. is a confidant, but the melody of youth makes us understand that there is no meaning in simply being too much, and I hope you will compose lyrics for me and continue that friendship...... In the end, it's really not like I want to give up.

I was convinced that he was the master, and I wrote the lyrics I composed at the end, leaving my name and contact information.

Is it over? No, there was a mail delivery to my doorstep, and it was Jay's mother, telling me not to bother him anymore, he is now studying politics and becoming a figure like his father. There is also a letter from Jay: My dream is broken, you remember to help me continue my dream, our last commemorative song: the melody of cardamom youth.

In just a few words, it turns out that the melody of cardamom youth is a desperate dream, so when will my dream be shattered?

Youth Essay 2000 Words Part 2 _ Growing up is very tiring, youth is beautiful

Bidding farewell to the time of elementary school and childhood, we walked forward step by step with a slightly mature face and an infinite vision for the future.

They say that the life of junior high school is the same as the life of high school, and it is a season when we should bloom our youth and experience ups and downs. Therefore, middle school is not full of laughter and laughter, free and carefree like elementary school.

The middle school teachers were not as patient and attentive as the elementary school teachers, and the school management system seemed to be very lax, so I didn't feel any learning atmosphere.

In middle school, there are many students who are not interested in learning, and they are called 'bad learners' by teachers, and they are all placed in the last row of the classroom. They often mischievous in class, affect the order of class, and argue with teachers.

I hate what teachers say about them – the scum of society.

No matter how wrong they are, can the teacher disrespect the student? Well, perhaps, I understand their feelings, and they are not bad, but no one wants to understand them.

Not only that, don't look at how good the middle school is, it's just a superficial phenomenon, if you stay in middle school for a long time, you will find how depressing life is here......

I hated this feeling but I couldn't help it, but fortunately, there was an interest club at school, and my friend and I entered the art interest group under the guidance of the teacher.

The art room is not big

In the end, it's just an ordinary classroom. It's just a little bit of a set-up.

However, I like it very much because every time I draw with my friends, I feel very happy and happy. We would talk about our peers and joke about them from time to time, and at this time, I would love to remember their smiling faces forever.

Because if you miss something, you can't come back.

It's like time, those childhood memories......

In elementary school, my grades were in the upper middle class, so I often thought that I would definitely go to a good high school and a good university. The teacher said that you should not be too proud, otherwise you will fail.

Now, I can realize that after entering middle school, my grades have dropped again and again, and I have been overwhelmed by such invisible blows.

I really can't stand such a failure, but what can I do? So I've been smiling cheerfully, trying to keep up with others.

But hard work is not enough, no matter how hard I try, my mind is hovering on the things outside. I was in a daze in class, even when I was talking to my friends, and I didn't know what it was.

At that time, many factors came from my mother's pressure on me because of my lack of concentration in my studies.

I hate my mother's attitude towards me, whenever I do something wrong, she just scolds me, or the kind that scolds me badly. She must not know what effect he has on my heart, right? Looking at the mother described in the book, I was envious and jealous, why couldn't she give me some encouragement and comfort as they did? But it hit my self-esteem again and again?

So, slowly, gradually, I started to rebel. The more she said anything about me, the more I looked like I didn't care. I know I'm not young, I have my ability to think, I know what to do, I will endure this, but there is a limit to patience! I don't want my mom to be like that anymore...... I'm afraid I'll be overwhelmed and suddenly hysterical!

I have a lot of friends and friends, but when I get home from school, I'm alone. Many people in the neighborhood have children, but more often than not, boys. You say I can't be a girl in a group of boys and go crazy together, right?

So, I started my dating journey online. Maybe it's because you can't see each other, but every chat is full of anticipation. I can confide in the unhappiness and unhappiness in my heart to those netizens who can talk to me. They also share their stories with me.

I like to talk to them, not because they're special, but because I can tell each other secrets more openly.

They can accompany me through the unhappy and sad period, they can accompany me through the ups and downs that I can't face, and they can accompany me to exercise courage in the ups and downs...... So my happiness was given to me by their friendship. This is the temptation of the Internet, I can't resist, I don't bother to resist, and I don't want to resist!

Oh! It's been two years since I spent in middle school, and now it seems that everyone has a shallow tiredness on their faces, and I'm the same, tired and changed.

Now we are used to holding our hearts in our hearts, to hiding our sadness, to secretly shedding tears where no one is, and then we stubbornly raise our smiles again, not letting others find out, not letting others know, not letting others worry.

Yes, we are all stubborn, strong is just a nice word to describe ourselves, we are just a group of children who are still ignorant and ignorant, and we are 'afraid' of this forever difficult road of youth hidden in a corner where no one can see.

These, who knows?

Adults don't care about our feelings, teachers don't understand our thoughts, and it's not those friends who can understand us who smile bitterly at reality and embrace the future together.

Many people say that our post-90s generation is very useless, not as good as the post-80s and post-00s.

Because the children of the post-90s generation have bad grades, bad thinking, bad attitude, and their minds are full of messy things.

Scold! That's a good point! ....

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