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The New Year's Eve in 2018 is like the New Year's Day I spend every year.
When others keep posting various travel situations and interesting programs in the circle of friends. I lay in bed and slept all day.
As a person who was born after the 90s, I can't help feeling the leap forward of time.
I am 28 years old. Although very reluctant to admit it. But when you introduce yourself to others, you will still add it.
"I'm 28 years old"
According to a study by Harvard University.
After the age of 25, a person will have four choices that determine the fate of his lifeeach time is separated by about ten years
? 25 years old once, 35 years old twice, 45 years old three times, 55 years old four times
I was very lucky to choose once when I was 26 years old. That is unswervingly doing what you love to do.
Perhaps many people simply disdain to choose. He lived his life in vain.
Over the past 27 years of my life. I have been bored repeating the trajectory of my life every year.
Didn't do anything meaningful.
?Like a puppet manipulated by others, living a peaceful life in the eyes of the world.
Taste the loneliness of unwillingness to compromise with mediocre life in the crevice of longing for extravagance.
I am very busy every day.
Work, read books. writing. All the parts that can be subtracted from my life are cruelly thrown away. For example, the intricate social network that gives me headaches
And I often make mistakes that drive me crazy.
For example, it is hard to write 3000 words. Suddenly found that I forgot to save. And I can only watch with infinite indignation that the data in the phone has disappeared. I really want to "death" the phone.
Poor thing, I can only choose to sit there obediently and write from scratch. A broken heart is unavoidable.
2017 was the year I grew the most.
Perhaps the devotion to literature is enough. Only then did I support my difficult progress without complaints or regrets.
When I first wanted to express my emotions in words, I was not good at expressing my inner ups and downs in words. At that time, I was timid and scared. Maybe it is an invisible protected area covered by light that closes itself. In the eyes of others, it is just the behavior of a fool. So I was eager to show it to those around me. I'm not the psychotic lunatic you make it out to beI'm shamelessly trying to blaze new trails in literature
I am not good at communicating with others.
For a long time. I dropped out of social circles. Isolated by everything around.
Depression and boredom made me lose the courage to explore literature.
Been sluggish for a long time.
I thought I would keep falling.
However, I still follow the guidance of my inner calling. Choose to move on.
Because I always feel that I have nothing. All that is left is a boundless persistence.
I am ashamed of the wasted time I have spent in the past.
Now at the age of 28, I have washed away the dirt of my previous life, and I always want to fill the life that was like a blank sheet of paper with heavy makeup.
I dread turning 30. Wrap yourself in a hard shell that doesn't want to grow.
When doing something wrong. He can also pretend that he is still a child. It seems that there is a reason that can be forgiven.
When I look at myself in the mirror. Will be amazed at the mercilessness of time. In addition to bringing me wrinkles all over my face, nostalgic pimples and the vicissitudes of time.
A higher and higher hairline.
More and more confused pupils.
The increasingly lonely sky.
Mom calls at night. Ask about my recent living situation. And I suddenly realized that as a daughter, I hadn't called them for a long time to report my safety I heard my mother's loving voice coming from the microphone. A sense of guilt filled my heart.
? When I am alone feeling the boundless troubles brought by time, have I ever thought that my parents are as afraid of aging as I am
Think of the heavy snow in my hometown. Think of the village in memory. Think of the small river in front of the door
I finally found the weight to connect reality in fantasy.
I have been writing, never forgotten. It turned out that they were all good memories at the beginning.
I am in the far south. Gazing at the northern horizon. The color of the sunset dyed the sky red.
The afterglow illuminates the bright stars of the city.
I have been stubborn and unwilling to admit the fact that I hated it since adolescence
I am more and more like my mother
It seems that the road she has traveled is repeating her mistakes.
I have no choice in the way she has been advising me
theBecause I never thought she was right
Under the countless wrong experiences in her life. I think the biggest failure was giving birth to me.
Thought I could be her intimate little padded jacket. Her ideal daughter is sensible, obedient knowledgeable, understanding
However, as a saboteur, I made her doubt the true meaning of life time and time again.
Now, she is old. Begin to come to terms with the past. Choose to forgive me for the road I have traveled.
My rebellion was approved by her. Is it superficial success? Why do I feel a sense of loss?
Her forbearance and agreement are more like the most helpless concession made by an aging old man to a child.
seems to be saying.
"You have grown up. I am old, I can only let you fly in another world"
"You always have your own way. Your own sky."
"All I can do is wait where I am. When you are tired. When you are homesick. When you start to understand me." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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