Write an essay based on the text Warranty and combine it with the repetition of the basic program

Because I am afraid of forgetting in the future, I will remember it today.

Girl, when you see these words, you may no longer have the young and frivolous face. You may be living happily with your words, because that is an ideal that you have not changed since you were a child. Or you may be doing something that you can't really do with words at all.

Because life always likes to play all kinds of jokes with us, doesn't it? Whatever you're doing, take them seriously. Anything, when you decide to do it, you lose the reason to abandon it.

Girl. You have to remember that you used to like people to call you a girl. The warm words and voices can always make you listen to them in your ears and sweet in your heart.

You also like the stars, you say that each of them is so small that it seems that it could disappear into the vast sky at any moment. They flickered and flickered, as if they were so fragile that they could only face everything in the darkness in despair. You said that every time you see them alone extinguishing and lighting up again and again, and using the last strength of the depths of their souls to fight against the whole darkness, it is as if there is no chance to light up next time after this light up.

Let you be waiting for you to be full of pity and affection all the time. How touching it is, you were such a kind child, and this kindness also made you feel the weight of life, and was endowed with too many connotations.

Remember? Girl, you like to cry the most. You cry when it rains, you cry when the leaves fall, you cry when the birds die, you cry when you are separated from your best friends... Only, only if you are wronged, you don't cry, you know how to put it in your heart and show a disdainful look on your face.

This is what life has taught you, and it has already carved a deep mark on your little heart.

And when you were a child, you often used Bingxin's sentence when you wrote essays: "Life is a river that flows endlessly, and we are all the ones who cross the river." "Later, you realized that life is really a river that flows endlessly.

As the year approaches, the more or less good impression accumulated in childhood fades, and it is no longer the era of firecrackers, fireworks, dumplings, and New Year's money, and no longer longing for one's own age, and seeing one more percent, not so much that the Spring Festival is the happiest time, but rather a threshold that makes people suddenly realize that age is aging and responsibility is so great.

Congratulations in general, say a few auspicious words to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and write a little nostalgic article about the spring, which has long been gone. Like the host of the show, talking about this year's events, feeling the past and the present, and imagining the future is just to win the applause of the crowd. I don't say anything about self-deception, maybe our expectations are too high, the Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in the 365 days of the year, and we inject too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy.

In fact, it is better for us to treat it with a normal heart, suppress that expectation and restlessness, and obtain some imperceptible satisfaction in addition to eating, drinking, laughing, visiting relatives and friends.

In the past, the Spring Festival left me with many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and solemn festival just as much as I did back then. However, there are different experiences at different ages, perhaps because of their own personality and interests, no matter how all kinds of ** render the bombardment, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory, more helpless than ordinary days, more tired and heavy.

Parents must go, relatives and friends must also go, colleagues must go to make appointments, and the substance is always nothing more than eating and drinking. Clichés such as Wishing you prosperity, happy new year, and good fortune are awkwardly said in my heart, but I have to repeat them over and over again. Shopping, quizzes, gifts, and treats are repeated year after year.

People are like a spinning top, being whipped and spinning by it, and they don't know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelmed festival, we have to force the excitement of childhood, ** a party that circulates all night, listening to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed emotions, and desireless stomachs. I'd rather go to bed at 10 o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with my friends, as usual.

I always feel that on this day when everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I have always had a good appetite.