One weekend, Pinocchio was broadcast on CCTV6. I don't know why every time I watch Pinocchio, I feel so sad. When I was young, I was also a liar kid, bad behavior, would hide unfinished test papers, would eat a candy in the afternoon when writing summer homework while playing with the brown lace on the white gauze skirt, outside the window It is a long wild rose, and the big rose grows as high as a window. My mother was worried that I would run around, so I locked the doors. Sometimes, I would jump through the window to the study next door to find an extracurricular book, or just go to the living room and get the one placed in the leftmost cabinet. Layer of the harmonica. At that time, I cut my hair short, I would fall asleep doing homework at night, dreaming that I was punished for lying and growing an ugly long nose. Only when I woke up I heard my sister sing at the door, "Little bunny, open the door..." Then blushing, he ran to the door to open the door to the mother and sister who were standing at the door, and then returned to the table. At that time, I always felt that twenty-four was a long time ago, and even when the term "big girl" was mentioned, I was a little shy, because from the eyes of a child, twenty-four was already a mother. Age. But then we all grew up slowly. First, my sister was twenty-four years old. Then we got married and became a mother. Then, my brother turned twenty-four years old in the usual way of mother’s daily life and became empathetic. The bride, then someone who played with the family in childhood and always played a serious mother really became a mother, and then on my way home after graduation, I suddenly realized that I had become an independent individual in society. And existence, this is really scary for no reason. All this happened unknowingly so it speeded up its process at a certain level. When I realized it, I even felt that my elementary and middle school years had been stolen, and their absence caused me to feel uneasy today. . I take it for granted that I should and must remember every detail of my growth in order to understand how I grew from a fat liar to a fat liar. This allows me to finally understand when I become an old fat liar to be an honest person and then tell my grandchildren or grandsons like the dying old man who analyzes his life in "Meet Tuesday", watching them brightly The look in my eyes makes me feel that death is not that terrible. What a clean moment it will be, and it will sublimate my muddy life. But now I have forgotten, and I haven't even had time to understand the sentence my mother asked when I was young: What do you want to do when you grow up. Zhou Xiaofeng wrote an article "To Pinocchio" that I really like very much. Sometimes we are making up and passing it indifferently and without understanding. I don't always have a positive attitude towards things like Pinocchio. On the contrary, I think of it from pessimism, like in some stories. Just like I recently thought of resigning when I received the boss asked me to do a completely unfamiliar financial analysis. But we have never been able to be like a piece of wood without invading or fearing harm. I don’t know if my dear Pinocchio has thought about this problem before he was transformed from a puppet who is not afraid of pain and can fix almost a small monster at any time and becomes a person who sheds tears and feels bad for nothing. What do you want to do when you grow up? Ah.
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