Eyes are full of youthful and beautiful colors. Red is a very contagious color. . . This is the most successful of the three, at least I was infected. . .
It's another year of graduation season.
But we don't seem to be as lucky as the people in the play. We can have a gorgeous high school graduation ceremony; we can have a group of friends who follow all over the world, well at least not so large; we can have our own ideals. . . Our youth seems to be a little bleak: a graduation without a disease without a ceremony; a group of ordinary friends, really pitiful to a handful of friends; ideals, mine or parents?
Maybe there was once. . . But time is like flowing water, it washes away a lot of things.
The kid who was constantly inspired by the sound of music because of his grandparents' words: You have to be quiet when doing homework, and no one will play music for you during the exam. . . Just lost in the dense forest of life, never came out. . .
The first-year kid who used to learn English as a real interest, finally couldn't stand the constant and excessive expectations of his parents and escaped and never came back. . .
The child who once had countless innocent ideals and ambitions finally lost himself under the pressure of adults. . .
The heaviest responsibility is attributed to them: reality is reality. To survive in life, one must learn reality and give up unrealistic ideals. . .
Well, under their transformation, we are moving in this direction. When we want to fill in our volunteers, when this moment about the future comes, they ask us what do you want to do in the future? What is your ideal? They finally broke out in my silence. . .
But please! Before middle school, I gave up all my hobbies and read the textbooks that some did not; as early as the moment I was suppressed and suffocated by the contradiction between ideal and reality, I was forced to choose the choice you let me make; I don't know when I became a passing Chinese student. . .
What can I do now?
On the other hand, Troy, they are much smarter than us, they have their own ideals, recognize their goals, and have their own friends. . .
Yes, I hope that the time machine of Dora A dream will take me back to the past, find those children who are lost in the jungle, escape from ideals, and compromise in front of reality, and tell them not to do so at least until the ending comes out. give up easily. . .
Unfortunately, once again, reality tells us that the time machine is not reliable.
But obviously every child is lucky, at least we still have a dawn to watch before the next darkness comes.
This time I don’t want to sit still, and leave before the next dawn. His reality is a stone, and my ideal is an egg! Escape from this dark, surreal controlled world. After all, he is still young. . .
Just like the movie said "I want the rest of my life to feel just like a high school musical."
Okay. I am ideal, I hope so. . .
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