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I really wanted to leave a little ink in the green years, but I didn’t dare to write for a long time, worrying that my poor words stained the word youth. When my youth passed away and my appearance was old, I had to sigh with emotion: where were I in those years? There are not only books and stationery in the full canvas schoolbag; But also cigarette boxes, square paper pieces, all kinds of homemade toys and grain ears found in the field. Mom said it was enough for a chicken meal. In the summer afternoon, my mother put her head on her legs, and her mother pulled out her ears with matchsticks, with a buzzing sound in her ears. One night, when I wet the bed, my father took off my trousers and slapped my ass. He said that he would wet the bed again and let me hold the quilt until it was dried. From that day on, I was afraid of sleeping with my father. There is a spring bud tree in front of the door of my hometown. Every spring, my grandfather always likes to pick the most tender spring bud and fry eggs for our brother and sister. It is delicious and fragrant. Now the Spring Bud tree is still there, however, my grandfather had been in heaven for many years. On the morning of thirty, the happiest thing was to set off firecrackers. We threw the lit firecrackers into abandoned Earth jars, water and cow dung, with the crackling of firecrackers, we cheered. In spring, the teacher organizes a spring outing. The canvas bag will be filled with steamed buns, bread and soda. In the yellow black and white group photo, is that boy with eyes closed me? In autumn, the teacher took us to the mountain to pick wild chrysanthemum, saying that we could sell money and donate the money to the poorer children. The canvas schoolbag was full of childhood memories. One day, I came to the city and no longer needed the canvas schoolbag, because the children in the city didn’t carry the canvas schoolbag. From then on, I crossed the road cautiously, greeted others timidly and studied hard, because I always remembered what the village teacher said to me earnestly: is it good to study now, it determines whether you will wear leather shoes or cloth shoes in the future! Finally, one day in the class meeting, the head teacher praised me in the class, saying that although my parents were not around, they studied very hard and often fell asleep reading books at night. However, in addition to study, more often, I will curl up in the corner alone to protect myself, because I am very self-abased and do not like to associate with others. Later, I worked and put on leather shoes as I wished, but I didn’t feel much happier than before when I wore cloth shoes, and it seemed that I lost my life goal and lived a life in a muddle: to and from work in a muddled way; To fall in love and get married in a muddled way; To be a father in a muddled way; To start a business for several years in a muddled way, and finally to fail in a muddled way;, muddling and muddling seems to be able to cover my whole youth, but the future life can’t be so simple. Do I still need to be so muddling and muddling when I have been in a few years? Quote an ancient poem as my youth declaration of 2014: Tomorrow song tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrow! I will give birth to tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

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