The prom, yes, the most important part of everyone's growth, is as indispensable as Maojia and first love, but the prom is more like a ceremony. We bid a final farewell to the hazy and ignorant, and began our adult life with a polite invitation to dance. But bird boy, why do you always treat your girl so absent-mindedly. You were explaining bird flight in your nature class, and she was so fascinated. Look at her, your father praises her for her beauty. In addition to birds, you have to learn to appreciate other beautiful things. I was picking girls when we first met and I was called to teach you a lesson. Your novel idea attracted me and made me put girls aside for a while. But why are bird wings always more attractive to you than a girl's breast? You are an outlier, full of wild ideas. Maybe, even without girls, your youth is complete, and in your little world, birds are everything: doves, sparrows, canaries, slender, plump, charming, proud, reserved, pure. ..bird
boy, you're finally flying, on this junkyard that you use as a takeoff pad. Everyone's childhood will have the dream of flying, which is the conquest of the earth and the transcendence of the world, even if it is only for a short time. As adults, most of us bury these desires in our hearts and become standard parts in an office, killing our will in the day-to-day toil, or otherwise slowly venting our desire for freedom. Maybe occasionally think of those dreams that transcended everyday life.
In fact, we are all aliens. We resist this system and oppose this war, but the way we express it is different. I was always too fierce, and was transferred out because of a conflict with my superiors, but you, after you were hurt, chose to remain silent and refused to communicate with the world, you don't care what they think of you. We used to have a little conflict with the adult world too, every time we hit a softball game, our home run hit your yard, it was confiscated by your mother, we just shouted, complained, faced each other with no communication , can only accept helplessly. I tried to prove to the doctor that your aphasia is curable, and I even got all the softballs that were confiscated from your mother, hoping to wake you up. Looking at the softball rolling on the ground, the repressed emotions did not pour out. You may recall those confrontations and communication that never ended. You have given up hope, and you only face each other in silence.
Bird child, let's get out of here, son of nature, born free, let's jump into the blue sky, forget the shackles and bird cages at this moment, only the blue sky and white clouds behind and the breeze in our ears, be a bird, live It can be so simple, youth can be so simple. Can we go back in time?
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