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Wandering youth

When we really realized the concept of the old wolf and the sadness he created, we learned to taste everything that happened in the past, including our souls and bodies, which changed at an unimaginable speed like a storm.

A wandering era, a group of crazy wandering us.

I don't know since when I have the urge not to go home after school. We call it wandering.

It is our unwillingness to be bound that makes us sit on the roadside station with heavy schoolbags on our backs. We began to calculate how much a few dollars, some records of a favorite star, when to sing KTV and how much money we could buy a cage.

A song tells us the definition of growth and maturity-the so-called growth means knowing what it is, and the so-called maturity means knowing what it is and deliberately saying no, so we killed our best and most precious time and did the best thing in life-against the opinions of teachers. This is the privilege that the great god gives to people who are not in love yet.

When we admit that we don't go home after school, we are wandering, and it is time for us to throw away our academic troubles. Wandering aimlessly, I always believe that I will find the laughter of my lost childhood.

Some people say that wandering is an escape. What are we running from? Indeed, when we were young, wandering didn't mean that. There's nothing to escape. When we begin to think about the other half of life-love, the meaning of vagrancy changes because of our maturity. We sat in a group at the station, commenting on the people coming and going and talking about the boys next to some people. Our thinking includes profound changes in physiology, prompting us to start talking about future fantasies and delusions after many years. However, this is just an illusion. If we think of or talk about it again after many years, we will find that we are so similar to the old wolf. No matter what happens, the wasted years are really unforgettable for us. What we barely remember are those feelings that remain in our hearts because we are still thinking about the sunshine. We watched helplessly as our hopes were dashed and the boy we secretly loved left. What can we say? Like beggars, we wandered on the long way home from school.

It's probably winter, and it gets dark earlier. Street lamps at night are a good place for us vagrants to sing. Since then, China's first wandering campus sad street band without musical instruments has been established. Have the courage to fall in love against teachers and exam-oriented education, but have no courage to face lovelorn. Indeed, we are vulnerable. We will use vagrancy therapy to solve the problem of tight lacrimal gland volume, and we have no one to rely on. This is what happens to people who are lovelorn.

It is raining. It's raining hard. Every staff member must shoot a romantic movie and kiss goodbye in the rain. This way can make people awake, but people always like to confuse themselves with something called an umbrella. Wanderers without umbrellas, this is a good opportunity for them to be crazy. Including me, we will run, as if we can forget all the reasons that make us wander. It is loneliness that keeps me in the rain. I like rainy days, just like wandering and falling. Sometimes, some words can always make people move. For example, a basketball in front of me is lying quietly, saying that it can stand on its stomach. Is he out of breath and can't get angry? Is he solid, or just doesn't like the feeling of moving? Give it a kick and you'll know.

Sometimes I wander for the sake of lovelorn love. The boy I like fell in love with a bold girl because of cowardice. From the first lovelorn, I will feel inexplicably lost. Really, the past is of course the past, and it will never come back after all. Try to forget what you can't come back. We should not only wander, but also be in a daze for no reason when wandering. The function of vagrancy is to let yourself not know that you still have advantages. The time when I am least confident is when I am wandering. Sometimes we will deliberately look for a kind of touch, the kind of touch after losing it. Wandering is like looking for hope. Even if it is bleak and desolate, I have always had a belief that there is only a desolate desert and no desolate life.

Wandering is a sign of lack of friends. We have never been in love and are in love, and we have fewer and fewer friends. Although children like us are prone to delusions in love. We made many mistakes and had many dreams. The happiness of adults lies in realizing our dreams when we were young, and when snow climbs our temples and wrinkles invade our faces, the meaning of our happiness becomes not to repeat the mistakes of adults. In a sense, we need to make mistakes, but we don't advocate making mistakes. Objectively speaking, the reason can not only solve the unemployment problem of the police and teachers in the school discipline office, but also increase the income of the country through fines, which has a profound educational effect. Sadly, when we make mistakes, we don't know that we are making mistakes. More sadly than the last one, no one wants to do something that concerns the interests of the country, teachers and police, and the interests of the news media. I still don't know if it's a mistake not to go home after school. If so, it will not bring benefits to the national police and instructors, nor will it play a positive role in national income and the next generation of education. So after we shouted magic, magic, magic, we also deeply reflected on it as the only feature of the mistake-that is, not going where we should go, but like beggars carrying bags without saying a word, whispering in unknown streets, singing our favorite songs but embarrassed to sing in public because of the inaccurate tone, shuttling through the night looking for lost souls and hopes that no longer exist.

Wandering is a gift from God to a rebel. I am a rebel. I want to overthrow anything. Regardless of success or failure, I always wait persistently, waiting for my enemy's successor, the enemy inherits me, and then waiting for the new rebels to overthrow me.

Although the night is dim, the stars are still bright.