There are always so many inexplicable joys and sorrows in our generation. Sometimes I cried bitterly because of the death of an insignificant insect, while others talked seriously about the fragility of life when laughing; Sometimes I was complacent because I got the essential sugar together, as if I had never been so happy, even though he was already over twenty years old, his friends made a mess of his indifferent things, and then he kept talking about how much bitterness he had on the side without knowing for a long time. Our generation is whipped and fettered by many helplessness. Even if we can continue the rebellion period which is not short, we may not be able to break away from this invisible but powerful shackle. From the Eighth Five-Year Plan to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, we don’t quite understand the meaning of Utopia, do we? On the one hand, we want to be as mature and steady as the previous generation, on the other hand, we are drooping at the unrestrained post-1990 s. However, we seem to have already sentenced them to death thoroughly and left behind some problems that need to be solved, indifferent. In our generation, we always mix ideals with fantasies habitually. We spend the youth beyond the reach of the older generation regardless of everything. The pursuers are ignorant of the so-called ideals and pursue self-righteous self-righteous. Finally, looking at the fantasy that was supposed to be ideal, we left us step by step because of the impact of reality. It seemed that all efforts were wasted, and the result was sadness coming from it, filled with deep feelings, I still don’t forget to say that I would like to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch to talk to comfort my crumbling heart. It can be seen that the helpless person or month. We leaned against the bent trunk and looked at the bright but dazzling Moon, thinking that we saw the Sun the next day, and the empty heart was filled with heavy hope, looking for the abyss covered with Moonlight on the way of confusion, smiling and shedding the last drop of tears, then sinking, sinking …… our generation imagine everything perfectly, even if I saw it stained with more or less flaws, I would wipe it off desperately, but after every futile work, I covered it with skin as thin as cicada wings, after that, I threw them to my heart and let them spread wantonly. We are painful, but no matter how painful it is, it still shows a strong smile. For our generation, Utopia and us will die! In this era, which belongs to us, it is like a ghost. Behind the hypocrisy, Utopia is annihilated and no longer happy. Tears, please flow as much as you like, but in your heart……….

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