Say, dear, give it to yourself

Dear, you are now 20 years old, and I know that you are also trying to spend the rest of your time in an elegant manner. I suddenly want to say a lot to you today. Dear, you are already 20 years old. From then on, you are no longer a teenager, no one will feel your carefulness any more, no one will feel your concern for your efforts any more, because you are already 20 years old and no longer a young child. You said that you had been crushed by time for 19 years before you had time to prepare. But the tail of October, the prelude of November. The years passed 19 years in this way. There is no teenage waiting in this life and this world. Dear, when you say you are 20 years old, you have no time to prepare. Time sticks it into your blood, and you say you will never have nightmares from now on. Zhijun’s heart is like the bright moon, and you say that you are grateful to the fate for giving you this dazzling beauty. Maybe there is no neon bloom of fireworks, maybe there is no fragrance of butterfly, but you said that you would like the wind to blow through the throb of every heart. But you said today that you didn’t know that you were not that good. You used to hold yourself too high. Dear, in fact, these are not important any more. What matters is that you are already 20 years old. You have to learn to be good to yourself instead of just thinking about being good to others. Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you will forget the past ties. You said if you want to fly high, you should forget the horizon. There is no past, but today, which is not easy to live. With too many regrets of yesterday, it is better to create a new tomorrow. The cumbersome body will only bring tiredness to today. You said you should let yourself go and fly bravely! I can only bless you, because I am you, and no one knows you better than me. Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you should learn not to escape. There is no desperate situation in the world, only people who are desperate. If you escape from the cold winter, you will never see the warmth of spring. Man, stand straight, the sky is falling, there will be a brother to help you stand up! Well, you have a lot of brothers, brothers who really give up their lives to you, dear, in fact, this is your luck in the past 19 years! Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you should learn not to complain. It is better to light candles than complain about the darkness. I know that you work hard. You will always study hard alone in the study room. All the bitterness and tears drop on the book. When someone asks you how the book is pleated, you even say that the water has spilled on it. You have your sufferings. Although you don’t know who to talk to, I just want to tell you that you don’t have to bear too much by yourself. Really, you can’t bear too much dear. I know you are trying hard Tobeaman,notaboy. You will always tell me how to break through the encirclement with so many excellent people around. Therefore, you start to be unsociable and untalkative. You start to eat alone, walk alone, have classes alone, go back to the dormitory alone, grab seats alone, and spend a day in the library alone, one person walks through the whole campus in the night wind, so you speed up your already fast steps and finish the journey from one side to the other side in the ordinary time of others. You will tell me that only when you walk fast can you have your own food. You never believe that there is anything that should belong to you in this world, and you only remember to strive for it. You said you were right. Dear, I know you are also eager to hold a girl’s hand and go on forever. But you said that those people were staying for a short time, and they couldn’t love the pilgrim’s soul. You said you would rather be lonely than quarrel with love. I asked how could you enter your heart? And you don’t even know. You said there were so many uncertainties in this world, and I didn’t know whether those of mine should belong to me. I am afraid that it will come again, come again, and finally go away. You don’t like to take risks and are afraid of losing in the game against time. You say you don’t have so much time to race. Every time you have thousands of reasons to convince yourself. Dear, I know you have a small dream hidden in your heart, and you are always filled with greed. I tried to let you fall asleep, but you woke up in dreams stubbornly again and again. You are afraid that you are too slow to catch up with the real bus. You told me that if you exist, you must run, or your heart will rot. You always have so many persistence that I have nothing to say. Dear, you said you were always playing hide-and-seek with yourself. Later on, you were not willing to find yourself out. You said you were a road idiot, so I was afraid that you would lose your way on this road. You are used to burying small worries in your heart. You said that because nobody cares about it, you might as well treasure it. When they are covered with thick dust, I don’t have to worry about anything. For you, dust represents forgetting. However, have you really forgotten it? Dear, I know you have a lot of words in your heart, but if you can’t find a suitable time to pour out, it will turn into dust. You said there were your tears in the wind, but you died in the past. I said, dear, you have to learn to be happy. Only when you are happy can your world be happy. No one belongs to anyone, and there is no need for anyone to change. Dear You, dear yourself, 20 years old, your running is still going on… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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