Fish in a bay of cold water

Ever heard of fish? The slender bright yellow fish is swimming slowly in the water. It was trained to be invulnerable and struggled to survive on the plateau at an altitude of three or four kilometers. It's time to tell my story. The only daughter who grew up in the city has been a key class since she was a child. She studies hard and works hard. No smoking, no drinking, no perm. What I hear most is the sentence that other parents pointed at me and said to their children-"Look at others." My parents' friends and colleagues used to say that they spoiled me too much and would get used to princess disease sooner or later. Unfortunately, on the contrary, my family is not bad, just not that good. When I was in primary school, I went to an aristocratic primary school. Under the snobbery of the head teacher, the once ignorant girls learned to be tactful, once learned to talk nonsense, and the results were supreme. Wearing an invisible mask, I slowly learned to control all emotions. Entanglement is intentional, injustice is intentional, and arrogance is intentional. In fact, there is no wave or even cold inside, like the invulnerable fish. I was one of the best products of aging in the circle at that time. A Korean summer camp was organized in the fifth grade of primary school. On the boat in Weihai, a classmate with a smart phone at that time opened Pandora's box for me. The ship swayed slightly and made a lot of noise. All I could think about was the articles in the browser. An irresistible world, of course, is gradually deepening and falling. I live alone on the plateau at an altitude of three or four kilometers, guarding the hidden secrets in my heart alone and vigilantly. At that time, the investigation was not so strict. As long as I search for keywords, I can find a lot. I am like a fish in a cold water bay, full of longing and fear for the sea. Perhaps minors have occupied a large part of the current circle, but when I was in junior high school, I was really awed and timid, considering every word and every expression. In this way, when I was in high school, I asked myself more than once what kind of people I wanted in the circle and what kind of relationship I wanted. What I want to say only represents my personal opinion. After all, everyone came here with a different initial heart, and maybe even what they are doing now is different from their initial heart, isn't it? I thought I liked being the master, but I didn't lack love. As an only child, I enjoy all the energy and feelings of my parents. It may be a rare phenomenon, but my parents have never touched me since I was a child. Our family doesn't even have cold violence. Even a little loud criticism, dad will send a bunch of snacks to apologize the next day. I'm very proud. No matter how clever I am, I can't hide the nature of a crazy girl. Dancing the piano from childhood to college has not affected me to become a science student at all. The piano player in junior high school fell in love with tapping codes. I like haunted houses, roller coasters, alpine skiing, bungee jumping and rafting. I show musical instruments and dances in various festivals and celebrations, and I can do everything in the rare high school student union time squeezed out by study breaks. It's not that I haven't tried, it's not that I haven't recognized the leader. It's just that I have my own regular life schedule and my own judgment standards. Too proud to accept, not used to being interfered, I am glad to find the way I want to go. However, I tried again and again to push the fish in cold water to a colder place. Do you know how much I envy those who are doomed at first sight? I almost exhausted my greatest courage to get in touch with practice. Careful choice, time and time again to use their stable life to the limit, but again and again awakened by the waves of the sea. What if I step on it? I didn't suffer any substantial damage, but I was really disappointed. For the first time, what exhausted me was not the crutch left behind, but the hand that kept swimming across the agreed boundaries. I almost escaped from the long-awaited practice. The second time, just after eating and playing all afternoon, he implicitly and explicitly asked if he wanted to go to bed. In January winter, I almost felt dizzy. I heard myself say, "I'm only sixteen." I also remember him casually saying, "What are you afraid of? I will be an adult in two years. " Good and evil people are mixed up, and we can't decide what we can meet in the circle through the network cable is what we expect. This is really difficult for a child who lacks discrimination in education and culture. Unfortunately, when I woke up, the seawater had spilled bitterness and fishy smell on my face, and I went home in a daze. In order not to let my parents notice the abnormality, I even made up a bunch of words and told how happy I was with a charming smile. Only I know that every time my mouth rises, the sea washes my wound over and over again. Those things that are really not good memories, forgive me so much. Today, I still can't recall in detail those memories that I don't know if I will have the same resistance to a once ordinary high school girl. At that time, I almost broke my heart for that circle. I thought the circle was like this-the appearance was bright and the reality was self-aware. I thought I fantasized too much, but I didn't deserve it at all. Is this circle too special? Or am I always wrong? I don't know. I think my fish has been salted in the sea. Until I met him, the little brother who climbed the plateau to save the tail fish from the scar, it was not intentional. I didn't mean to. He is one of the group managers. I just saw his second portrait, which is my favorite figure, but I found that he is my senior. However, after adding a good friend and opening a small window, almost all our chat content has nothing to do with the circle. He is taking the postgraduate entrance examination, and I am also preparing for the exam, from the wonderful system of Tucao School to comparing various achievements with each other, from this month's new fan to virtual singer, from photography to Hanfu, from artificial intelligence big data to Han and Tang Dynasties. He is a liberal arts student and I am a science student. However, I have never stopped the record from being stretched again and again. When chatting with him, I didn't hide it at all, which was different from any time. I can clearly feel that this is the truest me. Later, the topic gradually returned to the circle. A few words have something to do with his past and mine. After getting to know each other, he proposed to watch the latest animated film "Cold Water Fish with One Heart Running to the Sea". Looking at the traveler on the shore, he was wary but could not resist his desire. He nodded timidly and carefully for the last time. I said to myself, however, I really waited for the moment when I was taken care of by the circle. His voice, his handsome, his personality, everything is almost exactly the same as I imagined. And the tone of our conversation is no different from that in the text. From popcorn to coke, from Amazon to Starbucks, before school started, he packed his things and came with the tools I first told him about. I didn't expect him to really remember them, so when he took out a batch of completely different tools from his black bag, he was moved by the words. Then my brain went blank. (In fact, there was an idea at that time, knocking on the door with so many tools. Ha ha ha ha) He stepped on almost all my points, and he gave me the dream practice. And I, obviously only for the first time, really seem to be able to read his feelings and needs every time. I want to call it a patient and calm gentleman who waits to straighten up after a tacit struggle, and then is whipped by a belt, or can't help but reach out to block a red mark on his paw that belongs to the ruler. I really like that ebony ruler, although it really hurts after the whole game. Handfuls of different tools, dull pain or severe pain, separate my past in the circle from my present and future. Kneeling on the pillow with a ruler, I watched him prepare a towel, a handsome figure of Yunnan Baiyao. Suddenly, something seemed to be put down in my heart, and my nose began to shed tears. He was very surprised when he came back. He smiled and reached out and rubbed my hair, and a nice voice sounded in my ear. "I thought you wouldn't cry." Then, ah, he added Do Not Disturb at the back of the group business card. There will still be practice when there is only a gap between reading and studying. When I sat on the chair in the classroom with an injury the next day, I was sad about my exam mistakes, my long talk with my teacher, or my little friction with my classmates, and everything could be put down in an instant. Does it have a big impact on me? Actually, no, I still stick to work and rest, or read books and brush questions every day, or the plateau. Occasionally, I will go to Na Pianhai, but in my cold water bay, I have another person to watch the sea with me. After a long time, I will find that the circle is so much. It may not be as special and important as you think. You can like antique, Cosplay, or indulge in beauty, or sp circle is just a circle, doing what you like with like-minded friends, but we are too private to share, that's all. Therefore, sometimes it is really unnecessary to insist on something black and blue. Fate is a mysterious thing. We never know when we will meet the person far away. Will come eventually. It will be a casual stroll, silently, hoping that every friend can be treated gently by the circle. You will always be yourself. I want to remember that before I finished the exam, I was infatuated with the person I love.

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