Youthful shit, Reivew on The Kings of Summer

When I was very young, I used to do stupid things, and when I was a little older, I thought that I was self-righteous. It was so stupid and ridiculous at the time. How could it be like that? Why shed tears for that person? It was so naive at the time. And then unknowingly doing stupid things that were laughed at by the future self. When one day I feel that I am less and less able to do stupid things, my eyes will not shed tears, my feet will not run, I will be cautious about my family business, plan carefully for my child’s education, and may have been laughed at before and after running for the child’s education. But I can’t pull it out anymore.
Chaos may be a compliment in youth, or there is no derogatory term in youth. Running happily, confessing like a fool, fighting with a good friend and wanting to kill each other, thinking that he is very handsome, he has a moustache and pretends to be an indifferent dick. I think it is a lot of public experience of youth. I don't think this is just a memory of loneliness. I don't think everything I do now is more meaningful than these. Although many things in youth are like shit, after many years, they are still so vigorous.
Every ray of sunshine will be warm, every breath of air is free, every laughter is meaningful, and every tear hurts my heart. Youth is not fragrant, but the smelly smell in the memories is particularly sweet. The pain and love and hatred and madness of youth are the most real existence, and the shit of youth is full of meaning.

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