Growth is an endless ladder. Climb up step by step, look back and smile; Turn your head, face forward and continue climbing with nothing to say.
Growth is molting again and again. Molting is pain, bleeding, risk and failure; But it is also a vision and expectation for the future, becoming mature and beautiful.
Growth is a mellow wine with a fragrant smell and a long aftertaste.
Growth is a rainbow after rain. Although short-lived, it left a beautiful life.
Growth is a pile of martial arts novels, heroic beauties and chivalrous companions placed on the bedside, one by one thrilling.