Chicken Soup (2)

From the moment the baby quack fell to the ground, it was destined to be less ordinary in this life, but he had no choice. People who were once familiar to no more have become strangers; friends who were once so good are now enemies for a rumor. The only few people who stay with me have different thoughts...it used to be geometric, I also thought about living this life plainly, without any great wealth, it’s that simple, but now society But it is so rough, the simple wish is so worn out, almost nothing left... I have looked down on the life and death of the world, and I am used to the unpredictable weather, just like I am used to three meals a day and drink every day. The water is the same, but at the end I always feel that something is missing. Is it lonely? Still helpless? There is no way to talk about...In life, whether it is warm or peaceful, you can only toss to the person who cares about you. For the person who does not care about you, the person who forgets you, what you do has no effect at all.
Life is like a drama, in and out of the drama, only appearances and no withdrawals, and the past cannot be rewritten, but it makes me stronger.
Youth is a song, and the ups and downs of the melody play different emotions;
youth is a poem, with the extraordinary scenery of this great world in the flat;
youth is a glass of water, even if it is ordinary, it is for everyone Bring different feelings.
Thank you for every change in your youth, every heartbreak, every scar. Let me know how to cherish everything I have.