Stupid kid, stand up

Recently, the recommended music I listened to at night somehow became cheerful, and I obviously planned to listen to a slightly sad tune in the middle of the night, so that my restless heart could calm down at night, but I didn't feel that it swayed with the music. We all seem to be unaware of the song at first, but the second smell is the feeling of the person in the song. Listening to the cheerful music, I became sad, perhaps the tragedy is wrapped in the shell of comedy, and it is precisely because the more brilliant and beautiful it is, the sadness can go deep into the heart. It's like a radio station that suddenly becomes midnight moment, depicting one after another, someone else's story in a deep, clear voice...

First, leave

People always grow up suddenly, like old spirits, and in an unknown year, they suddenly reconcile with the wine, and then let go of their own confrontation and transform into a soft, cloudy liquid, burying their fanatical self in peace, perhaps turning into a gush of hot blood in someone's chest, perhaps such a lonely silence. Growth comes at a price, and when you have lost warmth, you will naturally recognize the light of fireworks. The more you lose, the more you gain. When we are young, we are eager to grow up, and when we grow up, we are eager to start again, children always want everything, and adults know, all can not get. I remembered my friend's story again, he was a child who ran in the mountains since he was a child, his parents could not go home once a year in order to make a living, so he grew up with grandpa and grandma, he always thought, when he grows up, grandpa will not knock on his head again, will not say that he is wrong, he will buy grandpa his favorite wine, and grandpa sit on the ground in the courtyard, talk about the neighbor's fish pond together. However, he had not grown up yet, he was not obedient enough, and Grandpa left him and went to places where he could not go. He suddenly felt that he should grow up, in the empty room without grandpa, he may miss that grandpa can scold him again... If losing his family is the fastest way to grow, I think he probably never wants to grow up.

Second, drifting

People are always on the road, or on the way to the road. The story of this friend is the story of a young and crazy person who met. Every year, summer came as usual, and he went alone to the factory thousands of miles away from home, without asking why, without knowing where to go. It was only the small advertisements on the telephone poles on the side of the road that attracted him, for the so-called independence, the so-called high salary, he worked in that factory, day and night. The work of the assembly line makes everyone's face tired, but the childishness on his face still makes the people around him curious about him. "What's the use of reading?" Not a worker here yet? When a worker asked, my friend replied, "I was halfway through my studies, with the same salary as you had worked for a few years, and when I was done with my studies, how could you be sure that I would be like you?" Your life is fixed in this factory without day and night, and I have just begun. The worker was dumbfounded, but the other worker next to him was crying inexplicably, he was a man of about thirty years old, after listening to my friend's words, he suddenly couldn't control himself, and cried silently in front of my friend and their colleagues. He didn't whimper, he didn't have any expression, just tears running down his cheeks. We asked him what was wrong, and he said that he also wanted to study, but the family didn't have the money to let him read, so he had to go out to work and go to the factory. He said that his grades were good and that he was at the top of his grade at the time. He said he had thought about continuing his studies, but he still had parents to raise, and his father was still lying on the bed and couldn't move. He said that he really envied my friend, who was still young and had dreams.

Third, return

Fallen leaves always return to the roots, and leave to return. Then the last friend story, time is not long, short is not short. The days in the factory were finally over. But returning became a problem, far from the city's factories, and tickets near the start of school were tight. He had to choose the black car of the small advertisement on the side of the road, the tattered body, the driver with a cigarette butt, and the half-naked upper body, all of which heralded the storm of the trip. Sure enough, along the way, the minivan carrying eight people was crowded with more than a dozen people returning home, his face was crowded on the window glass, there was no place to sit, he struggled in the cracks, suddenly remembered his mother, he looked out the window at the scenery flying by, up to thirty hours of driving, only in the middle of the night can be a short rest. He couldn't help but call home, his mother seemed to have just woken up, so he quickly asked what was wrong, he wanted to say a lot of words, but gushed to his mouth, only one sentence: "Mom, I look at the night scene here, suddenly miss you." "Mom has been thinking about you without looking at the night scene!" He quickly found some reasons, hung up the phone, looked at the dark night, and whimpered...

Some people may ask, is the friend you are talking about yourself? I can't answer, all I know is that he is a stupid child, patting himself on the chest, brave to stand up!