Youth without tears is an incomplete youth

What is the taste of tears? I used to ask myself this, but now, I think, I have found the answer.

Bitter

There are always some tears that are bitter and hard to swallow, just like those days that have sunk.

Those sunk days, is I do not want to recall but always can not forget the time. It was in the sixth grade of primary school, the post-childhood time, which should have been happy and happy, became bitter because of her. The person who once wanted to make friends for life, for those ridiculous reasons, made me feel the warmth of friendship happily, but at the same time pushed me hard into the ice and snow, and the cold tears were like melted snow water (blood water). Keep coming out, take it, take it, take it.

However, I will never cry in front of everyone, or say no. Once the tears fall, if someone still cares about me, how can I tell him (her) the pain in my heart, and how can I let him (her) worry about me; but if, if no one cares about me, then what are my tears? is it a sign of weakness or the laughing fruit of others, a forgotten child, how painful I should be.

So, I put up with it, I let the already blurred line of sight clear again, but it is really difficult.

There is always a time when I can't hold back my poor tears. once I catch a cold, they spray out like an unstoppable spring. However, for my parents, I am really sorry, you are always so concerned about me, always take good care of me when I catch a cold, but I always lie to you that I cry because of a headache. When a bowl of white medicine came, my tears got worse.

Tears and medicine swallowed together, that is the real bitterness.

Tasteless

But sometimes, my tears become worthless. Just like when reading youth novels, there are always some sensational words, stereotyped, but there is always the part that can stimulate my heart, pain, tear glands, tears, and more. I really don't want to waste God's gift to me, but I haven't learned to take it away.

Meaningless tears, no matter how salty, are tasteless. Tasteless tears, I don't need them.

Sweet.

I always thought that sweet tears are the most beautiful tears. Those moving and happy drips are filled with sweet tears.

I like memories, because I do not want to forget those past, memories, even if there is pain, but also become sweet. I like to look at the photos and recall, those familiar figures, those familiar once, are warm and reassuring. I also like to open that dilapidated diary, recording the truest voice from the bottom of my heart when I was young, reliving the dreams I had and the songs I sang. From now on, I decided to laugh at the words like him, but I didn't know that I had already burst into tears. Those ridiculous, hateful, gratifying and congratulatory past events have already been put into photo albums and diaries two years ago and will not reappear. All of a sudden, there is a kind of feeling that people don't have to do everything, and they want to say tears first.

Add it with your tongue, only to find that tears can also be sweet.

The taste of tears is the taste of youth. Youth without tears is an incomplete youth, just like there are no clouds in the sky.