I feel that my life is not long ~ my health is getting worse ~ I am only 22. I still have a dream, I really don't want to leave like this ~ every time I think about it, I

After twenty, I feel that time is not enough, and the train of life seems to be on the expressway at once.

Yes, I got on the highway. There is less and less contact between friends. Some people are busy making money, and the background of life is shining; Some people are busy with their work, jumping around in the fields like grasshoppers; Some are busy forming families; Having children has become all they have.

There are so many people laughing and laughing together for so many years. I always feel that life is like this. I look at you, you smile at me, and you help each other. Maybe life has passed like this, and there will be no big changes. Who would have thought that the train of life had just passed the corner of 20, and there was such a big contrast between them: you were at school, he was at work, she had sent her children back to school, and I still walked out of the house like before, with no goal and no way home, like duckweed in the water.

I remember watching others in a hurry for a while, and I suddenly lost my direction in life. I don't know where I come from, what I want and where I'm going. I ran to the lake to listen to the wind, trying to hear something from the wind, but I was stupid and only saw fallen leaves and lonely boats; I went to the river to watch others go fishing, wondering if I could meet such a noble person as Zhou Wenwang, and my life was smooth sailing from then on. Finally, it was dark, and my dream was shattered, so I had to drag myself back to the dormitory. Even I used to lie on a stone and listen to the lake beating against the levee to see if I could realize anything. Then I fell asleep unconsciously and woke up to find that the lake in front of me was as quiet as before.

Later, I heard a person say: a person's life should be like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. The Yangtze River starts from its source and flows through fields and plains. When it meets a mountain, it breaks through the mountain and opens a road. When it hits a trough, it's not in a hurry and finally flows eastward into the sea. The Yellow River is not as strong as the Yangtze River, but she also has a dream of going to sea. Finally, she realized her dream with perseverance and wisdom, but you can't live like sand. Although the sediment is sometimes stirred with the current for a while, it will eventually settle down.

Hearing this, I seem to see some mist ahead. Isn't life the same? At first, we were just a group of children, clamoring to be pushed away by the big hand of life. We don't want to or have no choice. Later, the Yellow River flowed into the plain, and the sediment began to precipitate, and life was lost and lingering. Some people have withstood the test and done the most important thing in the golden stage of their lives. For example, Premier Zhou studied for the rise of China, and finally he became a capitalized person. Someone did what he should do, such as taking exams at school, getting married and having children, and finally he became an ordinary member of society. But some people don't know what they want to do or what they need. They are like several plants growing in the world. They just grow in the air, and they don't blossom or bear fruit. They come and go quietly, without tears or dreams.

These, I am not afraid. Because life is different. Some people have no food when they need to grow up, no conditions when they need to learn knowledge, no warmth when they are cold, and no one gives fire when they need to light their dreams. These people don't know that there are other choices in life, so she lives like leaves in the wind and burns to ashes. We can't blame her.

But I also have fears, just like us. 2 1 century is the era of knowledge explosion. We grow in happiness and knowledge. Before the age of twenty, we read our ideals with passion, talked about our dreams, and gave advice with enthusiasm. We entered the mountains like the Yellow River, talking and laughing, flapping and tossing forward. But the sediment will always settle down, and twenty years old is a sign. At this time, we have just entered the society, and we haven't even seen the whole picture of the society, but some people began to complain, some people began to go with the flow, some people were crushed by setbacks, and some people were doing repetitive actions on the assembly line, numbing themselves like products on the production line. These days, my mind is full of question marks. I don't know what they are going to do. Sometimes when I see them, I think of the poor people like their parents who move bricks and board three rounds. These people live at the bottom of society, but I don't see a trace of complaint in their eyes. Maybe they have struggled and tried, but their fate is ill-fated. We, after 90, find our place in society; Wait until the day when we are all white-haired; Wait until we all come to the end of our lives. Can you say to your child with a clear conscience: My life is full, am I satisfied with today?

Maybe you can, but I can't. So I have been walking and wandering until today. Because I can't see myself clearly, I can't see tomorrow, I can't see the future. I can only find a way out while walking, because I know that if I stop, life will be like this. I want to give life a little hope.