The 21st century, the thought of the teenagers, we and our beloved one generation, will never be able to melt together, seems to h**e no why, I do not know why. Adults like to impose their ideas in a new generation of us, and we, must also accept the ideology of unreasonable, if not accept, perhaps, in the eyes of an adult, our beh**ior is what is called a rebellious, not sensible, wings hard, but, you never know what we carry in our hearts, can only silently bear all this, buried our own thoughts, not move to the attraction.
　　We are the -- the future of The Times. We h**e our own dreams, we h**e our own in the future, we h**e our own life to live, all this, go to our own, you can never be with us life, the way back, but also to go on our own. Please let go of your generous hand, let us fly yourself.
　　Times are changing, the life also is changing. Different time, different people, h**e their own way. Dear, father, mother, we grow up, learn to walk, bumpy road ahead, lets face it alone, raising more than ten years, we wont forget, you also should h**e a rest.