To see her wear a pair of beautiful high heels. Secretly by the time she was not at home, get up and wear a pair of young in the feet, and stumble. Fantasy grew up, and the aunt can also have the same beautiful high heels.
fourteen-year-old youth. Clear astringent shy of their youth. Some students and slightly larger than their sisters, who are put on a beautiful hot pink high heels, the handsome pair of jeans, but I did not, my parents are not allowed to wear high heels so small that is frivolous. Parents are not allowed to wear jeans that are like a rogue. I'm secretly in their hearts against the feudal autocracy, it is also fantasy, one day, I will have a handsome pair of beautiful high heels and jeans.
until I was sixteen years old, watching Story of the handsome and the beautiful wilderness Chen non child, so I'm so obsessed with ah. At that time, in my consciousness, to know what it meant to secretly go to like a person's feelings. But has been suppressed in the heart, not released, because the concept of reason. Until I found a school seniors, and that it looks too much like temperament and a wilderness. I often sneak in a corner of the school, journeying far on the basketball court he looked at the figure jumping, fantasy, if a class if I like him, but as I like Cinderella, how dare expect it? But they often expect to see his shadow, I think, that should be my first crush on a boy.
one of my best students, million students, a petite, singing and dancing, gentle graceful little woman. Her body, there is a lot I do not have their own advantages. My time is very inferior, and keep a boy-like hair, round one's face, wearing a washed and washed the old jacket, no jeans, no high heels. And she, in the home is the only daughter of the smallest unitary, parents take her as the apple. One time I went to her house to play, meals, her mother did not do as she likes to eat the food, she was accused of arrogance, and her mother is very gentle smile. ----- Imagine my own mother, an arrogant, unreasonable, and sophisticated woman. At that time I thought, if I know how such a gentle and tolerant mother just fine. What can I say to her mind share, but I found that I did not so lucky. On several occasions, she and I went walking on the road in town, we talk your heart, I said: like you girl is really cute darling of God, if I was a boy, will grow up to be your guardian angel her naughty children with charming eyes towards me laugh, I smile innocently. My other classmates, was a sports athlete, sprint 10 seconds 05 points champion, her mother is more old son that year, and she is Cibei Xian Liang, meticulous care. Sometimes we go to her house with a few students to play, we have a pond in front of her house to swim, his feet were scratched blizzard child. Several students at night we sleep in a bed, go to school the next day, her mother always prepare the meals, the hospitality we have several. Try to think of his mother, even my best students come to my house, my mother is not a board with a face, the face is in front of my classmates, that home would have to noisy (due to open home furnishings stores, more manpower, machinery roar), anyway, is not welcome students to play at home, the festival, the students each to each to New Year Hing, and my parents will not accept I do. There were times when I warm invitation to students to play at home, they can only hide in his room, dinner time, secretly take good food, to the room for fear of being the mother that the man scolded.
many times because I was the eldest daughter, the parents seemed to me to particularly stringent requirements, I have a few big tub to help mother wash clothes, clean her I did not complain. I am hard to make a big pot, I blame the mother burnt the rice. I play at home Sunday night because the students go back, cooking late, will be blamed, as the last self-study reasons, have to do for their own dinner, eat go to school study hall, and occasionally cooking, sneaking Riga eggs to the meal, the mother knew, would call me lazy. I suspect I was not their own, why they are brother and sister is not the attitude? But I dare not face so to say. Or several times, due to contradict their parents, the mother is not indiscriminate in raising his hand hit, and her father to remain silent, I came to dump the two ears, scolding me, can remember from childhood, parents have potluck. I was thinking to imagine the crazy mother. I never cry in front of their face, only to sleep at night when in bed crying. This time, I will miss abandoned by their parents cruel grandmother, and if I can have the ability to turn around she received, at least when I was hurt, but also a bit warm. Grandma is Who Loved my childhood. Unfortunately, far too many, I can only in my heart, because that is the objective fact that can not be changed, (the mother's personality is not good, leading to worsening of relations between mother and daughter). I secretly wrote a lot of diary, every time is going to be sad distraught to write. At that time I was thinking every day, I want out of this imprisoned me too much freedom at home, I want to go out to the battles alone, even if it is not the direction of drift, I can not stand parents like a.
that time, my friends the same age in addition to travel, also like to know something more than my big sisters. Because I lack the love and care, perhaps subconsciously, I hope that by recognizing these big sisters to help increase their ability to comprehend life bar. I find myself, it seems like things of beauty, like Zhong Lexie. See a classmate's sister, long hair, black eyes, slender hands, valuables waist,Discount UGG boots, I could not help but daydream, if I have that the United States, parents do not treat me would not it? I see several sessions of high school fellows are dressed to the nines and one by one, and I was like an ugly duckling, I deeply feel inferior.
quiet woman, a fair-skinned, slightly fleshy and round girls, my classmate's sister. She can sing and dance, painting is also very good, I grew too obsessed with painting. 9 years old, suddenly like a piece of paper to write about painting, copied those illustrations in books. Because of this hobby, but also specifically to worship through yellow cuckoo ----( a teacher is very famous in the local female artists) as a teacher, learned two years painting. But unfortunately, in the high school, due to various reasons, I give up. Woman's home to the quiet time to play, always curious about her bedroom, because I often placed in the corner suddenly find that a picture of the works of infinite beauty. Static Women's really a beautiful girl, I think, such a beautiful girl like her, must also be hurt by their parents at home, at school many heterosexual crush it.
cousin, one out with me for many years, abnormal feelings of profound woman. After so many years, until her marriage until she and her husband went to Xiamen. Prior to how friendly we are. 15 to 25 years old at this stage, she has been the impact of women on my mind. Her voluptuous, tall posture, general appearance, but there is a very peculiar temperament. I was 15 years old and started to think with her most intimate secret boudoir. And she also like my sister, always give me the anecdotes about strange things in her school, they will take me to play the class. At that time, she wore a green military uniform, but later found a lot of girls in her class wear this clothing. I secretly admire,UGG bailey button, lamenting so handsome ah, but I did not. She told me the most is their class, a pair of puppy love on the children's story. I think that time, she is a youth ignorant of the fact time is the illusion she is also a miracle, or the exclusion of this phenomenon in his heart. I have no time to go deep thought, but gradually,UGGs, I understand, the original people grow up, there will be so many strange ideas.
black after July, the students began their campaign to curb separation. In their respective schools, began their own lives. Teachers are in, there are technical schools, but also in vocational high schools. And I, and all their classmates were separated, I went to a vocational high school, specialized in the kind of art. In the school, the old building, moldering wall broken tile, Ivy Ma Ma secret walls covered with the old. I heard the history of this school a long time. Just the large grassy playground, and a flying one youth face, I felt a lively atmosphere. While carrying luggage, checked into the dormitory, and students learning together to start a new career.
early in the morning, when the bell rings to get up, a new day begins. I met Joan, a petite, little girl smile look great. We lived in the same bedroom, is my only fellow. Joan and I suddenly away suddenly near the contacts with, and later her love, is a high term of the boys. She began to let me re-examine, how to get a restless young at heart, and become quiet. But then, I have the best capacity of students who, million students, etc., are in love. I was thinking, how can I do to continue to install lofty, but in the imagination of the arrogant heart, love the taste.
their education, but I grew up I resist this behavior, I feel evil, but that should not. But why they are a happy person's face waves of laughter? I think I am falling behind; regular night sleep, sleep. Always think, Why do people grow up, so why should not simply a change? Or the child and the feelings between the sisters, light and bright. Sorrows of Young Werther, however, is a natural law, how can I resist this law of nature.
Ever since, in my strong self-esteem and poor self-esteem, I strongly wish I had a pair of red high heels, cool jeans. Dream in thought. So the summer holidays, when my father first took me to Wuhan, bought his first pieces of short skirts, that beautiful dress to wear on me, flowing hair, Jieao temperament, matched with a pair of sports shoes, a beautiful girl will never be born. I thought to myself, in fact I was an ugly duckling, Cinderella.
every beautiful girl, beautiful and more brilliant because, as beautiful and will bring trouble. I will receive a different case of unexpected love letters written by the opposite sex, will the next time going to night classes were boys stuck in traffic. Class, the boys sneak out of the window knock at the glass: And a group of girls in physical education or regular school in the hallway, playground, attracting a group of boys and frivolous whistle, I head down secretly laugh, Joan is laughing at me strangely. I think these boys, in the end is still young and frivolous ah. Most ridiculous is that, my classmate, a lanky guy, usually only when his buddy boys, it has also given me to write love letters. I am angry, that he gave him dirty, I am ruthless refused him. Actually he was in retaliation for me, and secretly ignored me, even the book does not take me, I also moved to the back, far and sit with another girl, flirting. I feel in my heart, which boys disgusting. Later it turned out, he and she actually has living together, and this is the explosion in our school news is I can not even accept the fact. I think they really too timid. But I want, the same age, why is every so avant-garde? Do I really thought with them there is a difference it? My heart is completely random, and to quiet study, but could not withstand the temptations, want to try the feeling of love, they feel sorry for parents and teachers to do so, I contradiction ah.
my high school teacher, is also my primary school teacher. I am surprised why he was so strange, it could also do so many years of my class teacher. Perhaps luck and coincidence. (Later I realized it was his assessment through the titles, it may take some relations before she was transferred to a vocational high schools that are remote), he is also an equally old-fashioned newspaper I have high expectations of teachers. Because my primary school, was once the pride of his class, often represented her school in the provincial art competition. He knows that I highlighted in the literature on, I used to get my writing read aloud in class when Pham Van. The teacher often to my house to do home visits. I remember times in the final examination of the transcript, he gave me a comment was: I fear the serious and respectable teacher ah, I can not describe my feeling at that time. And my high school language teacher, the Yellow River teacher, a young young artists like poetry. At that time his class, he always gives us recite poetry of Gu Cheng and Chili, the county has also been in the poetry competition, and won awards. His skinny body, but it has an unspeakable poetic temperament, several literary enthusiasts in our class, have good his mimeographed collection of poems album together, the most fun is actually my classmate in a Joan On Sunday, the requirements of rigid grinding death to his dorm room, look at a variety of poetry prose. Yellow teachers, now in my opinion, is a very talented teacher. He has a beautiful wife, when Joan and I also secretly worship him.
school every Games I will report 100 meter dash and long jump, (my strong suit.) Have been playing softball and basketball, technology in general. Most of the time, or quiet in bed watching a variety of books. I like to see a very complex book, all kinds of new things for the curious. San Mao's works for the See Joan is like the quiet in the bedroom, compiled sweaters and scarves, I know that she is weaving her boyfriend. One time, King was bitten by a centipede legs, and her boyfriend went to school with her every day, the hospital on the drug. I really envy. At that time, the school has a big oak tree in autumn when the acorns off the floor. Oak forest is a giant reservoir near the end of shore. September, I will go there to adopt a golden chrysanthemum, on the windowsill, reading time, and occasionally looked up to see the beautiful wild flowers, and my heart very comfortable. Jean was a quiet side code in the sweater. Sometimes I think, she did have a wife and mother is a qualified girl.
Finally, the end of high school so I used the money in the summer, bought a pair for their beautiful high heels, and a good few jeans. I started against a stubborn father. My father said: You can not wear jeans, looks like a rogue little young, I say: you old-fashioned, what are the age, and I can wear the students, are they are hooligans it? Zhang father board a serious face, I would go its own way to continue to wear it.
million students, the graceful girl, dance class in the county Normal school. To see her fall, she more beautiful, stunning beauty. She used to own a beautiful woven wool dress, put on top of the goose that yellow wool cap, is simply the princess falls in the world, she had too much like Yang Yuying. She said, my school's sports minister, Yong students, a handsome boy in the fanatical pursuit of her. Also tell me the progress of their romance. I listened to endless reverie. I think that one day I'll try to get all their own.
father said that you graduated from high school, unemployed youth are going to do at home, or want to learn? I said I want to go to college, read a Warsaw Academy of Fine Arts. Their choice of first choice when I was it, but we were successful. My father said, a little background commissioned Shashi relatives to see if the back door. I said if you can not read this school to read the Bristol Teachers Fine Arts. Father looked at me, not enough money around, there brothers and sisters, as well as a get people to feed, I obviously see his eyes half-hearted and helpless. Throughout the summer, I depression, but they can not tell their parents, and perhaps saw it was loaded numb it. I often put himself in one room, trance, writing diary. Would like a little slave, to learn to please the parents. In fact, I do not know why, but my mind, do not wish your art career took a neglected, because I think after the Offer, and to do as a painter and yellow cuckoo.
time I often alone, riding a bicycle, carrying my portfolio, along the highway to which the town has to go to a completely strange place their own, sit down in a lake, expand my portfolio, took out a pencil sketch, while reverie, loss, grief Burma their own future, imagine the next day, his in the end the go. Of course, my parents do not see strange,Bailey UGG boots, because I am in front of them, is self-closed, because the gap is already created. Sad, I miss those students hard, especially cousin, her reading Bristol Medical School. I write to her, talk to her, she replied, but it is a few words. I trusted the people, ah, when I most want to rely on her, I mean most like her way through, she answering me. I still was a lonely child, any tears in the heart. But I then I thought, maybe she also has its own things to be busy, flawless to share my sorrow it.
for various reasons, finally, I dropped out of school is still very sad. Become a young sitting at home. My father said, Shashi textile hiring, go to that bar, but also make some money in January, I said, do not. My father said, to learn what technology, right? I say learn, you can support me? He said the town home type store owner he was familiar with, and asked me to go learn. I actually have is with him at the mercy of the people, and anyway, the highest ideal heart could not have been achieved, and learn what to me, is not important.
I am obedient to go a day early in the bike to go, kept trained on the keyboard, back with the words, practice Zhifa, in particular, serious efforts to learn, despite that the boss is often turned off my practice The. Maybe she was afraid to waste electricity, but also afraid that I broke her typewriter device, right? A few months later, I told him that was, always so against the empty keyboard practice, no practical experience, did not grow, buy me a typewriter, right? He replied: no money to buy more than ten thousand it, on which so much money to get? I then I thought, not very good economic conditions at home, brothers and sisters to read, how to do, do not buy it, can only be the case. Gradually, I think in many cases the father is giving me hope, let me infinitely disappointed people. I hate that he is both, and love. If I left his help, I will be a lonely and helpless person, eighteen years of age, for a county far only been me, I have the courage to go solo.
so I'm sitting at home for two years. Every night, all night to fall asleep listening to the tape. The age of twenty, I finally left the house. With my ideals, but also with many of my future desire of life, I came to Wuhan, the provincial capital of this huge strange hard.
while working during the after I read the adult side of the University, Hubei Academy of Fine Arts, a student of interior design. After two years of hard study, engaged in the design of this career. Later brother and sister have also admitted to the Wuhan University. After graduation to stay in Wuhan. In this way, the whole family to have moved to Wuhan, Wuhan has become half.
now recall those years all the way to the backlog of all the thoughts in my mind, I feel very hard to go, but with my family, they feel very comfortable. Over the years, parents are old, as a child, a hundred filial piety. Parents never treated me like a year so, at least not that do not respect me. I am an adult, and already have a strong inner world, and then a big blow to my long-suffering people, are nothing out. I am deeply aware of my responsibility is to obey their parents, but, who can understand that, if in the same year, his father did not give me, I'm willing to cultivation, so I was not able to be a real artist it? This regret may in the future, I will restore the brush, poetry and painting, poetic, but it may be a time when I'm older, only interested in it as a hobby.
too many unsatisfactory things in life too much, I write to you, they buried the frustration in my mind for many years, perhaps only by way of written text, perhaps written, will allow relax more. Phase when the grievances reported to it? Life is like Baiju too, I can only use their powerful inner thoughts, to resolve these exist in the hearts of resentment. But who can understand a young age by their parents deny children alive today can be strong, but also get good luck, it seems, the power of nature to life for every individual, it is fair.
if my grandparents are still in this world, I will make them very happy life. I'll take them a lot of delicious tastes, and will buy a lot of new clothes to them, will also take care of them when they are sick. But, when I grow up grown up, they never left me. If I have my own children, I will use one of the most special way to educate and treat her. I know that a child in the way he grew up, the parents of education is very important. I will not let her get a little frustrated, also through their own way, so that gradually the fullness of her wings, there is a healthy and positive personality.
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