-The day is at your feet, and the sound of peace is stepping on your feet. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
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Looking back suddenly, we found ourselves growing up. I don't know when the word 18 years old was frequently mentioned. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that at that time we had grown up and could fly higher and farther. At this time, when I really have to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!
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Once bitter days, in the memory of the picture, have become fragrant. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories. In my memory, my wishes and beautiful promises, persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into happy leaves, which I carefully collected.
Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy. Follow the pace of growth, step by step impact maturity, towards the future.
Time inadvertently bounced off my fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up.
Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team.
Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away. A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous and calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up. Learn to be strong and learn to be calm. At the same time, I also learned to decorate and package. As the water flies, the purity and simplicity of youth are gone forever, just as Andrew West said in "Birch Tree": In the process of birch growth, those lateral branches and old branches are always decisively abandoned in order to make use of growth. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from naive to mature. Every time you shed a layer of body, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers. Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.
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