Annie is right. Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willingly accepted, and some things have been powerless. So I know that when I can no longer have it, the only thing I can do is to make myself not forget it. All of a sudden I think of those hot and impetuous days in the sky regulations for bad children, a period of silhouetted time, and those lost, lonely and angry children are just like us.. Bright young eyes, lonely smile, bright scars, riding a bicycle alone on campus, circle after circle. Time can change everything, and I have to admit that I can’t fight this change. If we are two straight lines on the plane, with only the end of intersection or parallelism, I would rather face each other parallel to each other than a more and more strange trajectory after the intersection like the intersecting straight lines.. In fact, I have always believed that the people on the earth will warm each other like the stars in the sky with a faint light. Although they are a little distant, they are not indifferent.. Annie is right. Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willingly accepted, and some things have been powerless. So I know that when I can no longer have it, the only thing I can do is to make myself not forget it. I can no longer fully remember some people and things, but only intermittent and occasionally connected pictures. I didn’t know until I was sick and stressed that some people’s world could not be folded, even if they had tried so hard to get close to each other, at the end of the day it was still near at hand.. Bad boy, you used to call me like this, perhaps because I am eccentric, unorthodox, stubborn and patient … I am a bad boy carrying me full of faults.. I always like to look up at the sky, 37 degrees or 45 degrees. What I see is really different. Meet some people, get to know each other, close at hand, brush with each other, turn around, end of the world … if the enemy is defeated, it will be life. I can try to understand and bless without too much emotion.. Bad boy, I think I can only be a good boy forever, quietly reading, writing and painting … occasionally going shopping with friends and making phone calls with old friends … where have I been forgotten? Bad kid, I think I’m a bad guy. For a long time, I wanted to keep my world mute and the dazzling sound around me to make me fidgety.. Escape, perhaps called escape, is a very annoying circle. I try to speak calmly and let no one see any emotional fluctuations. Perhaps reality has taught me to give in.. There are some things, not kindness and patience. Sometimes, you have to have a little temper and even become a bad child.. Bad children are just a little more unique and withdrawn in their character. Maybe this is called autism. In fact, we are more or less mentally ill. I do not deny that I am a sick child. If I had insisted on being a bad child with you, wouldn’t it be like this now? If I had faced your care and protection bravely, would it be better now? You are just a bad child in their eyes. In my heart, you are always the same as me and a good child..