#热门话题

It takes one day to go to elementary school, one week to junior high school, one month to go to high school, half a year to go to college, one year to go to work, and one life to go. What kind of end point is worthy of this journey? The pinnacle of displacement?

The joy before returning home, the boredom after returning home, the reluctance when leaving home, and the longing after leaving home. In the end, the dim lights of my hometown cannot reflect the twinkling stars in the distance.

Our generation has eaten 20-cent popsicles, worn patched clothes, lit kerosene lamps, watched black and white TV sets, read comic books, ridden the 28-cent pole, and used corn stalks as sugar cane. I stole melons in the village and caught shrimps in the river. It seems like yesterday, but it has become a distant memory.

The watch I drew on my wrist when I was a child has never passed by, but it has taken away our beautiful moments. When I was a child, I wanted to buy everything in the small shop, but I didn’t have the money in my pocket. When I grow up, I can buy everything in the supermarket, but I don’t know what to buy to make me happy.

I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling.