When I was a teenager, I longed to grow up, but when I grew up, I missed my teenage self immensely.
Recently, I looked through the previous photo albums, and when I saw that immature face, I was always laughing with my mouth open, and that kind of happiness was real happiness from the corners of my eyes to the tips of my eyebrows. At that time, there seemed to be no worries except for exams.
But now when I see a young man playing on the road, I will miss myself as a teenager, I miss the innocence and freedom at that time, I miss the high-spirited, youthful and energetic self who always loves the summer after the college entrance examination, and I miss some people and things at that time...
After finishing his studies, before he had time to adapt to society, he was swept forward by the torrent of life and struggled.
When I was young, I didn't know the price of firewood and rice, and I didn't know my parents if I didn't raise children, but when I grew up, I realized that life is not only poetry and distance, but also firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
It is these trivial but indispensable things that make us learn to grow up, and I also grow older day by day with the passage of time. Especially when I saw my parents' gray hair climbing up their sideburns, I suddenly realized that I was no longer young.
Why do I miss my teenage self, you ask?
As a teenager, I was full of fantasy and energy, and I felt like I could change the world.
When I was a teenager, I was playing with my companions, and I didn't need to know what sorrow was.
When I was a teenager, my classmates described my ideals and dreamed of being admitted to the highest university.
I miss the past, I miss my teenage self, but I can't let go of my original self in my heart.
There are precious memories there that I don't want to leave behind.
These memories include my life, my relatives, my classmates, my friends, and my feelings.
These memories are part of what I don't want to lose. It was a testimony of my life's journey, a record of my joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Through memories, I think of myself back then, those people back then, and the crazy things we did together back then.
On this train of life, I keep moving forward, although I always run to the front, but occasionally I will pass by the place where the flowers are blooming and the years are in full bloom, and the beautiful period of my teenage years has filled the present time and guided me in a clear direction.
What about you, do you miss your teenage self, and why do you miss your teenage self?
Why do you miss your teenage self?