Some people long for freedom, because a free life is unconstrained. Some people are eager to fly, because they can clearly see the mystery of everything in the world and make people feel a full of pleasure. . . . . . But I don't think like you. I long for success, because I think the feeling of success is the best enjoyment in the world. It can bring me a natural force and push me forward bravely and strongly. Life is like climbing a steep mountain, but there are only two ways to choose, or surrender like a mountain, then you are doomed to fail. The road to success is getting farther and farther away from you. It can only watch you walk away from it from a distance until it disappears forever. Another is to fight the mountain to the end and never give up. Those who choose this road will always smile until they reach the other side of success. So I am eager to succeed. I am eager to succeed, and I am eager to succeed in exams again and again. Because success can give me the motivation to struggle, let me make persistent efforts and not be intimidated by exams. At this time, I can move forward confidently and bravely. At this time, the feeling of success is beautiful. I am eager for success, and I am eager for success in repeated attempts. Because many people don't believe in themselves because of their first failure, they feel incompetent and even dare not try. So I am eager to try to succeed, which can make me say goodbye to depression and trouble. So as to discover a brand-new self. At this time, the feeling of success is happy. I am eager to succeed, eager to succeed in repeated challenges. Because it has been named, I have successfully accepted the challenge and completed it well. Therefore, we will continue to create greater glory regardless of difficulties. Let me become better and more fulfilling. The feeling of success at this time is pride. I am eager for success. Success is our lifelong pursuit. Who doesn't want success to revolve around you and stay with you all the time? The feeling of success is beautiful, happy and proud. . . . . This is an eager me! ! I am eager to grow up. Although there are countless beautiful shells in my childhood, I am eager to grow up just because I am tired of the intense study life in my childhood, and there is no sufficient reason. "Intensive reading" was the main theme of my childhood. I have to get up at dawn every morning, put on my clothes in a hurry, carry my schoolbag on my back and take pocket money. Run to the snack bar to buy something to fill your stomach. As soon as I put down my schoolbag at school, I will take out my textbook and read it aloud. Reading in the morning is sometimes just a word, and you have to memorize it to death before you can pass the exam in the leader. Sometimes it's an impromptu speech that makes you sweat. Then, it is Chinese or math class. In class, have a little meeting and the teacher will call you "like". The most unbearable thing is the final exam. Before the exam, it is the most tense time of the semester. Countdown to the exam is the teacher's "mantra". Once a day, once every half day, or even once every class, we are so nervous that we have to stand at attention and memorize. Students may know that as long as you don't review carefully, "pride, no review" will become the reason for parents' failure in oral examination. After passing the exam, it was not easy. If you fail in the exam, your parents will know that your grades will be miserable. I can't play the whole holiday anyway. Even if you do well in the exam, don't be complacent. Your parents will send you to various "interest classes" for training. This is a good thing, but if you want to learn musical instruments, he will send you to a "composition class". You want to practice dancing, but he just wants you to learn "Olympic Mathematics Course". If you don't listen, mom and dad will talk to you all night, and the result is always that their "1000 reasons for concern" make you speechless and have to listen. I am eager to grow up and bid farewell to this tense study life. I long for happiness, walking alone in the dark night, crying sadly and deeply. Looking ahead, the end of the road is opaque black, like a whirlpool, I will be involved, I can't stop. Tropical plants on both sides of the road, shining with shadows, are ferocious at me and their hearts are shaking. In this vast darkness, Leng Yue's bend is particularly pale and dazzling, and my face is just as pale. Lengyue to Lengyue, two Lengyue, haha, laughing, chills ... Originally, this scenery was beautiful, but when I met such a person, it became so bleak. Because I am a sad person. I don't know when "depression" became a popular word, and I was stuck by it inexplicably. From then on, I became entangled with depression and fell into this bottomless pit. And tears, also became my image endorsement. Tell yourself that sentimentality is not a bad thing, but I know it is self-deception. Melancholy makes my heart tired, and tears make my eyes full of tears. I want to jump out of this circle, but my legs seem to be stuck in a swamp, and I can only watch myself sink deeper and deeper, and there is nothing I can do. "Regret is like a rolling hill, and the pain comes from all directions ..." I was told that I always want to cry after reading my article. I didn't think so at first, but I didn't know that my article was really blues until I looked through the anthology. Surprised, I was extremely sad. I also found that many writers in the blue sky wrote this way, saying to themselves, look, isn't this normal? But I also know that this is just a comfort. I want to write some optimistic articles and see the shiny words on the screen, but I can't. That doesn't belong to me. I won't write words that go against my heart. I just feel very artificial and disgusting when I write them, and then I can sweep away all this rubbish with a delete button. Only these blues words belong to me, forever. Ask yourself, what is worth my tears? What troubles are so small that I should be sad. And the answer is always just a question mark like a fishhook, which makes me suffocate. Occasionally I will think of some songs: "No matter how high the sky is, my happiness is paramount, as long as I am happy …" "Are you happy? I am very happy. As long as everyone sings with us, happiness is meaningless, I tell you. Happiness is such a simple thing. Don't worry, be happy, "happiness comes first? Silence, nod. I have always thought that living should be happy and wonderful. Is happiness simple? I don't think so. I can't do it. Maybe sometimes happiness will stay here, but it is not a return, but a passer-by. In my dictionary, happiness is abstract and chaotic, and sometimes it doesn't even exist. Flap your wings, I want to fly. Looking for happiness. Longing for my happiness. ...