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我们不懂大爱，我们只想保护对我们来说重要的东西。我们被宠坏，被骂的只有我们，那些宠坏我们的人似乎永远都是对的。我们和大人顶嘴，因为我们想守护我们的自尊。那孤独是什么感觉呢?人一孤独无端伤感，莫名其妙流泪。人一孤独，思考能力就会变得非常的强，所以麻烦就来了，既不思考吃，又不思考穿……就过早的思考了一个终极问题，最高哲学问题：我存在有什么意义呢？ 我们觉得好累。我们不能像70后那样无忧无虑的童年，不能像80后那样依赖父母，我们不能像90后一样的去爱，我们只能在兴趣班的窗前仰望着天空。我们喜欢把耳机塞在耳朵里，听着那些忧伤的歌曲，希望与世隔绝。我们很累很累，没有人理解我们，不管我们怎么努力换来的依然是父母的恨铁不成钢。 白天我们激情张狂，到夜晚我们看着星空，对着怀里的玩偶说着真心话，尽情的让泪水奔腾。慢慢的我们戴上了面具，装成了一副无法无天的样子。那些自以为了解我们的人从不知道我们心里的痛苦，他们只会骂我们被宠坏。我们习惯了沉默，习惯把自己封闭起来。明明很想和别人做朋友，却跟那只伸来的手不屑一顾；明明很想流眼泪，却倔强的把头扬起，硬生生的憋回去。 明明很痛苦，却依然装出一副天不怕地不怕的样子；忍住眼眶里委屈的眼泪，明明很想哭却依然笑的很大声，没有人注意那个笑声的苦涩。我们喜欢天空，因为天空里是我唯一的寄托。他们不会骂我，只会看着我，看着我们一天天长大，但是我们被承诺的渴望。 不管是天天面具下的我们，还是在夜晚真实的我们，我们就像《幻城》里的樱空释，默默守护我们最重要的东西。希望你们，永远的00后感受不到孤独。 We don’t understand big love, we just want to protect the things that are important to us. We are spoiled and only us are scolded. Those who spoil us always seem to be right. We talk back to the adults because we want Guarding our self-esteem, how does it feel to be alone? When a person is lonely for no reason, weeping for no reason, his thinking ability becomes very strong when he is alone, so trouble comes. If he doesn't think about eating or wearing, he thinks about an ultimate problem prematurely.The highest philosophical question: What is the meaning of my existence? We feel so tired. We can't have a carefree childhood like those born in the 70s. We can't rely on our parents like those born in the 80s. We can't love like those born in the 90s. We can only look up at the sky in front of the hobby class window. We like to put headphones in our ears, listen to those sad songs, and hope to be isolated from the world. We are very tired and tired. No one understands us. No matter how hard we work, we still get the hatred of our parents. During the day we were passionate and mad, and at night we looked at the starry sky and spoke the truth to the doll in our arms, letting tears rush slowly, we put on masks and pretended to be lawless, those who thought they knew us The people who never know the pain in our heart, they only scold us for being spoiled, we are used to being silent, we are used to closing ourselves, obviously want to be friends with others, but dismissive of the outstretched hand. He obviously wanted to shed tears, but raised his head stubbornly and stubbornly held back. It’s obviously painful, but still pretending to be fearless and fearless, holding back the aggrieved tears in my eyes, clearly wanting to cry but still laughing loudly, no one notices the bitterness of the laughter, we like the sky, because The sky is my only sustenance. They will not scold me, they will only look at me and watch us grow up day by day, but we are eager to be promised. Whether it is us under the mask of the sky or the real us at night, we are like Ying Kong Shi in "Illusory City", silently guarding our most important things. I hope you will never feel lonely after 00. |
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