Jerry deliberately breaks his master's beloved vase, causing Tom to be thrown out of the house. Tom was angry but helpless.
Freed, Jerry walked out of the cramped rat den, lived a Songkran festival in milk, painted Tom's portrait, and demolished Tom's cot. But within a few days of such days, Jerry began to miss the days of being chased by Tom. No cat and mouse, no more mouse, he decided to let Tom come back, put on a show for the master, looked at the master's broom, slapped it on Tom's head, and was laughed out loud again.
At that time, we may not really understand Jerry's loss. Perhaps only when we grow up can we understand that each of us is Jerry, used to being managed, and more accustomed to being relied on. Being managed is also a kind of happiness.
When we were young, we laughed when we cried and cried, and when we grew up, we laughed and laughed and cried.
When we were young, we dreamed of growing up, thinking that when we grew up, we would be free, but now that we grow up, we always think about when we are young.
When we were young, we always didn't like the strict education of our elders and teachers, and we always dreamed of growing up, thinking that when we grew up, we would be able to get rid of this life.
When we grew up, we got our wish, but we found that we no longer had the expectations we had when we were young. When we grow up, we are no longer faced with the education of our elders and teachers, but the pressure of life.
When we grow up, we have the freedom we wanted as children, but we don't have the life we had as children.
When we were children, could we play freely, and then just write a homework from the elders? You can laugh in your throat and face only the smiles of your elders. You can see who is upset with him, and then you can hug and hug as a brother as a friend.
When we grow up, we can only work hard and be prepared to deal with life before we do it. You can only hide in the middle of the night, licking your wounds in the corner like a wounded animal. See who is unhappy and has no enthusiasm of childhood, and can only show a smile that we all hate to say hello.
When we grow up, we don't want to grow up anymore, and we still think that there is someone who can control us like we did as a child. Because we are used to being managed, we are not used to our sudden growth, and we are not used to their sudden letting go.
When I grew up, I realized that it was also a kind of happiness to be managed.
In fact, childhood and growing up are really like that sentence: the first time I heard it, I didn't know what the song liked, and then I listened to it and I was already a person in the song!