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Looking up at the sky, you can’t find a star; Looking down at the ground, you can’t find a way. It seems that life will always go through such a period, with rainy rain and heavy mist. You can’t see the past or the future clearly. Everything seems to be covered with a layer of yarn. Every time you stretch out your hand as if you can touch it, it seems to be out of reach. Time seemed to be a curse, which locked me firmly. I drew a circle, but I couldn’t remember. I tried to go around for a while, but I couldn’t go around the barren. The post-90s generation is really an awkward stage. At this stage, it is lonely. This kind of loneliness is three thousand meters of coast, seven centimeters of blue, crowded with people, but no one understands you; At this stage, it is also lonely, this kind of loneliness is from the bustling street to the desolate alley, watching the pedestrians coming and going, but it has nothing to do with itself. Time stole my childhood, but I couldn’t find my peace in the huge world of mortals, so I could only start to fear inexplicably. Inadvertently, my face was already full of tears. Being young and frivolous seems to have become an excuse for us to indulge ourselves. I am eager to have a proud education background, but my ability is not worthy of my ambition, indulging myself and decadent years; I am eager to live freely, but I have to succumb to life and suppress myself, abandoned Youth. I ‘ve heard a lot of truths, but I still can’t live my life well, just as I clearly know my weakness, but I don’t know how to get out of this darkness. There is no goal, no motivation, no direction to move forward, but only a hint of absurdity. The smog in the distance is too thick, I lost the sun, I lost the stars in the sky, and I only had slight fluorescence. In the most gorgeous years, how can I act on my own when I am arrogant, laughing and scolding, squander my youth, give up halfway and deceive myself? A confused life, a confused life. I am not sure what my I am like ten years later, what my future situation will be, what kind of old age I will give my parents, and what will happen next, everything is unknown. Maybe when I am old, looking back on the past, I will sigh. I will be sad, leaving half sober and half drunk. Is this the only way to grow up? I am afraid of growing up. Growing up means undertaking, disguise and pain. But I have no choice. One day I will wear a mask and smile on the stage of life, and those passers-by, acting their own monologue. I am afraid of people who face to face and behind, people who haggle over every ounce, people who do whatever they want to achieve their goals, but I am more afraid that one day I will become such a person. The world is so good and bad. The world is so simple but complex, which makes people infatuated and disgusting. When I was young, under the protection of my parents, the world was so wonderful that I didn’t have to worry about anything. One day, when I packed up my bags, left my hometown and faced the world alone, I found that the world was so unbearable. Walking alone, walking, from the initial timidity to bravery, from the initial chaos to the later Qingming. I don’t know whether this is a kind of growth or a kind of loss? I don’t know what I will become in the future. Shaohua died secretly. One day I was old. What did I have left? Maybe it’s because we are young, maybe it’s because we don’t have more things, or it’s because we have to worry about giving new words, so we always like to tell sorrow when we are young. I am eager to say that when I have walked a long way, tasted some bitterness and tasted a period of life, I can also say lightly that everything is just like this.

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