当“任性”一词像民间传唱的歌谣,妇孺皆知时;当“任性”像一朵绚丽的花,开遍大江南北时,我始终低眉无语,心有戚戚。曾经,任性离我那么近,形影相随,不离不弃。打开QQ头像,依然在标签一栏里可看到多年前朋友们为我写下的好友印象,四个铁一样的字:倔强、任性。父母的面前,哪个孩子不任性呢?如今想来,我真偏执,竟把任性发挥得淋漓尽致。在人生两次重要的十字路口前,我执拗, When the word “wayward” is like a ballad sung by folk songs, when women and children are well known, I always have a lowbrow, sad and sad feeling when the “wayward” is like a brilliant flower running through the rivers. Once, wayward from me so close, shadow, never betray. Open the QQ picture, still in the label column can be seen many years ago my friends wrote the impression of my friends, four iron-like words: stubborn, capricious. In front of parents, which children do not self-willed? Now think about it, I am paranoid, actually the wayward play the most incisive. In the two important crossroads in life, I stubborn,