We were all sensitive and vulnerable

Late at night, taking a sip of bitter black coffee, I have a thousand thoughts. This strange-sounding name records the despair of a young man towards the gloomy reality. Compared with the domestic youth movies with a small and fresh theme, I prefer its analysis of the subtle psychology of teenagers. Yes, it is not beautiful, but it is very real, and it can express something in human nature. In our youth, we have all been betrayed by our lovers, misunderstood by our friends, or ridiculed and misunderstood by others because of our differences. Those inexplicable gray and sad emotions grow wildly in invisible corners. , but disappears and hides in the smile in front of the next person. In the film, every time the male protagonist cried weakly, it would touch my sensitive nerves. That year, the events of that year, the memory fragments were pieced together into a dark silent film, just because of the black, because of the rustic clothes and other students. Because of this, I was ridiculed and excluded. Every time I went, the laughter accompanied me. It seemed that every action I made seemed so ridiculous. From then on, I began to fear the crowd, and I walked through the dark night road alone. My workbooks were thrown around in disgust by them. Everyone who passed by my desk would turn away in disgust and try not to touch my things. Boys looked down at me: Just like you, you won’t be able to look good in the future! Those ridicules, those snickerings, and those gloating schadenfreudes all hit me like raindrops. At that time, I was immature, sensitive and fragile, so powerless to change this situation, in order to avoid the anger that those words brought me. Injury, I began to run away from the crowd, I began to plunge into the piles of books to numb myself, and used silence to protect myself as a thick cocoon. When I was in high school, I was still alone. The short man with the head walking alone, thinking in his heart what kind of story they will have. There is never a single appearance of youth, and there is no conclusion to whether life is good or bad. When we are young, our world is always black and white, easy to hope, but also easy to despair. The injury of youth may seem so vulnerable in the wind and rain in the future, but I still remember that I cried in despair in the torrential rain of youth, and then turned around to be strong. Say goodbye to your dark past self with this dark video. Heart silently: still have to be optimistic and strong ah! Come on for the college entrance examination! Even if my grades are not great, I will definitely keep going!

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