Chapter 16 Bed is the grave of youth (1) (2)

Bed is the grave of youth (1) (2) Because we all so easily walk into the halo and shadow of others, and babble foolishly, convinced that this is where our strengths and values ​​lie.And I calmly insist on using pale language to try my best to portray the hostility between ideal and reality, as well as the long-standing indifference and hope, determination and compromise deep in my heart.Real and real.Youth, my lovely youth. Qu He wrote a long discussion about rationality and sensibility in the Middle Ages and Renaissance. He infiltrated the philosophical thinking that he could understand, expressed humanistic care, and showed it to me during evening self-study. If he writes well, he can score points. composition.I felt sorry for myself when I saw it.Because I kept telling myself to look at the reality, the college entrance examination, the grades, the rankings, and the rest of the landslides and the end of the world have nothing to do with me, so the surging thoughts I had once disappeared suddenly in the unbearable loneliness, leaving me an empty shell, A ball that is gradually deflated can no longer roll.For a child, this is the greatest tragedy, a truly universal tragedy.A personal tragedy is nothing more than a line of ambiguous sentences to history, time flies by, and we, as unambitious little people in this magnificent tragedy of human desire, have reason to doubt the records and the history made up of words, but we are powerless after all