1June 9, 994, I was lucky enough to meet my parents. They love me for no reason, just as the sun, moon and stars pass by every day, just as the trees and clouds meet every day, just like everything normal in the world, and they will love me as much as possible. From the day of1June 9, 994, from the moment when the doctor filled in my parents' names when I was born, I was destined to wander under their endless love. Drowning is never intentional ... you don't know me. "Mom, pick me to recite the text." "Mom has no time. You are six years old. When you are older, you should understand your mother. " "But the teacher said ..." Well, I'll buy you an MP3 player. Why not record your questions and listen to them? ""But ... ""Stop dawdling and go, good boy! " "..." You don't understand me. What I really want is not MP3! You can always see my scenery at school, but your sight is always so extreme and one-sided. Every time I see the big fish and meat on the test table, I drink tears with juice, you know? My road is also a road with thorns on it. In school, I often meet some inexplicable taunts, "nerd!" "nerd!" Who will help me? Who can witness the sadness of a man running down the stone steps? No. I have thought a lot about making friends with you and telling you all the complicated things, but I found that I was wrong. It's just an invisible object. Remember when I was a child, I fought with my classmates and went home glumly? At that time, you totally ignored my feelings and scolded me for fighting with others. I held back my tears, not because of scolding and scars, but because of your blasphemy against my moral trust. How much I want to tell you that I hit a student who threw my classmates and me cups into the trash can, but when I brought out the first vague word, you couldn't help but show me your elder status, and then there was a more violent bombardment. "Why is there a reason every time?" You are a god. Everything you said is right. You have no right to explain. "I've always been confused. Everything that human beings do seems to be natural behavior. Does it have nothing to do with an empty brain? What do you say, parents? On the bumpy road where thorns grow wantonly, I make myself stronger, because I don't want to accept the advanced ideas and love you gave me in the 1980s. I will slowly and bit by bit feel this colorful and miscellaneous world. After my pupil passes through countless lights, it will not be disturbed by the change of light. After receiving countless sound waves, the ear is no longer suffering from the noise of sound waves; After the baptism of fifteen rings that washed people's hearts with smiles, I have become strong and learned to vent myself. I don't need that stupid Mp3 player anymore. It seems that I am trying to fly for the vision in my heart, that is, I will leave scars on my wings, but I believe it will look much better than the wings that don't want to grow feathers, because there are already vicissitudes I have experienced. Now you want to lock me in a birdcage and watch? Tired of saying "foundation is the most important" day after day and writing "normal" in daily diary. Why are you doing this? I don't understand. I really don't understand. Now I'm on the verge of strength, and I have the arrogance of being isolated without help. But when I'm about to conjure up a dream that belongs to me and spread my wings to it, you suddenly issued an order forbidding me to take care of me. I wanted to give myself an unusual opportunity to travel and study in a small town in a neighboring city with my classmates in the summer vacation, but now you have issued an alarmist sigh, mom and dad, I know this will happen. But do you know that blind people can't walk far because they always find their way before taking every step? I don't want to make life ordinary, even if it is short. Mom and Dad, will you give me this chance? Although I don't look at this looming hope, your love for me is still unacceptable. You want me to grow naturally, and every step is solid, but your care is like giving me a shot in the foot, so every step becomes solid and every step loses its previous pace. Is it because you don't understand me, or am I really just a child who can't see through anything? Who can tell me? I want to know.