I exist and I don't exist ... I am full in everyone's heart. I am fire, water, tree and earth. It's thunder, electricity, salt, air, sun and grain. Is everything that shows strength. -inscription 1. Who am I? Every time the sun sets, every time the sunrise rises, and every time I escape from the vast and depressing sea around me, I always fall into a calm and water-like situation and lose myself. One day, I sat down with my back against the old wicker chair, turned off the light, and experienced a life process in the quiet night. I don't know where I come from or where I will eventually go. All I know is that I seem to be something that swings with the wind like smoke. The night in front of me is thick and light, but it is intertwined into lines, showing my face. Looking at me affectionately in the mirror, looking at something that has an unusual relationship with me. He is so familiar and strange, as if there is a seemingly distant and close space between us. He is a collection of spirits, and no one knows what he should cross and interpret. Light a red candle, and the emotional range of crystal red will spread around. I moved in the mirror, but I didn't leave my sight. The flame of the candle gradually matured and lit up the whole room. I trembled out of the mirror and lay on the floor-a shadow. At this time, my mind was blank and I didn't feel my body still sitting on the cane chair. A breeze blew, and a cloudy tear from the candle splashed on my arm. I may feel nothing but pain. I blinked hard, trying to think about who I really am. Who am I? Is it a sad maple leaf, a green fruit, or a red candle burning and dancing in front of your eyes? Time passed by, and the result was still at a loss. I pulled out a dusty book from the shelf and tried to find the answer from it. Open the thick history, I hold my chest and question every character in the book. They all shook their heads and looked silly. The whole book contains nothing but the words "green, fat, red and thin". Is this a dream? I bit my finger angrily, and a drop of blood dripped down and stained the scribbled words on my hand. Then sit down for a while! I sat down helplessly, my eyes swimming around the room. Buddhist scriptures say that everything has a beginning and an end, and everything follows the law of causal cycle. Where's my beginning? Then who should I be? Everything around me fell asleep, and I gradually closed the window where the two-way outside world looked for things. The soul came out of my mouth and sat opposite me. "These are mysterious questions, what else do you consider? You are too stubborn! " The soul said angrily. "Then who am I?" I asked carefully. "How should I know! If you know clearly, you will live; If you don't know anything, you are dead! " ..... I woke up and wiped the sweat from my forehead. The red candle is still burning, as always. "Who am I?" I buried my head and talked to myself ... second, I am me, I am me. There is no doubt about it. No one has ever called you my name by mistake. In fact, everyone is a patent, just like a green leaf, and it is impossible to find another identical one from this world. My friends like to make fun of my name. I always nod when they mention my name. "Is this you?" "Why not me?" I am very angry. "Oh, it's you!" Then there was a burst of laughter. I am who I am. No other person likes things like me, and no other person has had the same experience as me. That's enough. I like the feeling of stepping on the snow in winter and listening to the sound of falling snow. At this moment, I am traveling through vilen's life. I like the sea, and I like to fight against the east wind and waves for 300 rounds, which makes it difficult for me to sleep. Then dragged me across the harbor of life. I like blue, I like to let my thoughts fly under the blue sky, let them float in human civilization and absorb nutrition. At this time, I am taking the source of my life to the blue sky. So, in a sense, I can be a grain of sand, a different sand; I can be a cloud, a cloud different from others. I exist in my heart, which may contain the smallest thing or the largest substance; You may make mistakes or embrace the truth. On the surface, I am unique! I am such kind and tacit understanding, no matter day or night; My height always keeps the position of horizon. What is left for me is a kind of spirit, a kind of joy, and an uncontrollable excitement. I want to sing songs about me. I am who I am. This is the only answer and the theme of this world. Because of it, life is meaningful. Comments: "My Story" wrote my own feelings from two aspects: "Who am I" and "I am me"-to live and have goals. Throughout the ages, countless people with lofty ideals have asked "Who am I?" It's really commendable that a small author can make such cross-examination. But in this part, the characteristics of today's youth are slightly less distinct. "I am me" is more realistic-it challenges everyone, especially the teenagers in the rainy season, to form a unique and healthy personality.