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Chapter 87 Is growing up really a kind of suffering?

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    The buzzing in my head became more and more intense, and it turned into a fly again, got out and rang in my ears continuously.  I was really dizzy, my two legs were standing firmly on the rock, but my body floated up and turned into something as light as the wind, dangling and floating on the water, like a dragonfly.  He suddenly turned into a frog again and jumped onto the bank.  And suddenly flew towards the water

    Those two things jumped up and down from time to time, and they dived into the water all at once.

    "What are you looking at! Go and stand at your post." She splashed water with her hands.

    I was shocked by the water, and finally woke up from the dream-like stupor.

    "Haha, if you have the ability, you can spoil me."

    "Okay, let's see how I deal with you."

    Two white water dragons, intertwined and soaring over the pool.  The sound of laughter, mixed with the sound of noisy water, hit the towering cliff.

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    When this scene became the past forever, all the memories turned into a kind of fatigue and accumulated in my heart.

    That day, on the way home, she was jumping and jumping, feeling a lot lighter because she had just taken a bath.

    ?Staying on the shore, I seemed to have gone through a life-and-death battle, walking with my body loose and weak.

    "Jun, what's wrong with you? Why are you upset?"

    "No, nothing."

    I feel very tired, very tired. For the first time in my memory, I feel that my feet are too heavy to lift. I feel endlessly bored with the road I often walk.

    What is the reason?

    Somewhere, I feel that I have a sense of failure, no, maybe it is loss, it is disappointment, and it is the extreme disappointment that makes me so decadent.  This is how it feels to grow up.  I still vaguely remember that in my childhood, whenever the stars were hanging in the sky and a few friends were shaking their heads and playing, I would stand in front of the window with my little head on my hands, thinking about how I would grow up  Beautiful, the sweet taste in the heart is a bit sweeter than candy in the mouth.

    I long to grow up.  When I grow up, I can take the train from here to there like those grown-ups.  Carrying a heavy luggage bag, I left home at the beginning of the year to go elsewhere, and came back at the end of the year for the Spring Festival.  Not only did he bring back a lot of good things for his family, but he also had a beard on the corner of his mouth and vicissitudes written on his face.  A little jealousy of maturity occupied all the innocent thoughts of my childhood.  I always thought that it was a man's achievement, and to put it romantically, it was called wandering the world.

    Longing to grow up.  When you grow up, you can be independent from the constraints of adults, do whatever you want, and listen to yourself; when you grow up, you can gallop in the field of your dreams, have the courage and reputation like Yue Fei, and have  Lu Xun's achievements and fruitful achievements; when I grow up, I can get along well outside, and I can return to my hometown in good clothes, so that the people in the village will look at me with admiration.  In short, when you grow up, as a man, you must have the courage of a man, the majesty of a man, and the status a man should have.

    But now, the harsh truth seems to have ruined everything.  Grown-ups really come on the charge, everything is unprepared and doomed to despair, unable to withstand the impact of this strange, even more bizarre, sour and bitter taste, the already fragile defense line in my heart is broken.  The dream of growing up was destroyed by the dirty reality.  The dream of growing up has suddenly become a reality, and the sweetness of the heart has all turned into unbearable pain.

    Is growing up really a pain?  What growing up brings is the desperation of Tan Ming's true thoughts and the original loss.  Growing up, after I understand that everything is like this, it is not easy, but heavy, it is the aggravation of the psychological burden, and it is the squeeze of the weak heart that cannot bear the heavy burden.  In the process of squeezing, it changes from immature in fairy tales to hard and pungent ripeness.

    People, dreams are shattered, lost, hopeless, and sober.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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