A long life is like a road, and life is the scenery along the way. Sometimes it's early summer when the weather is sunny and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant; Sometimes it's cool, the grass is dead and the leaves are yellow. But no matter what kind of scenery it is, we have learned a lot from it. In the 14 years of my life, I have seen beautiful early summer, but I found that more often, it was the depressed winter, which gradually taught me to be strong.

I miss my childhood very much, and I miss every happy day that day. However, I didn't expect it to be so short. As I grew up, I gradually learned a lot, knowing that there is sadness besides happiness, separation besides distance, and loss besides ownership. And what can I know from those bad things?

In loneliness and loneliness, I learned to be strong. I slowly found that on this road of life, I have always been alone, without the help of my relatives and the support of my friends. However, I have no choice but to move forward mechanically. I was tired and stopped to rest, but I was getting farther and farther away from the person in front. Later, I learned to be strong, because I knew that cowardice would only make me more lonely and lonely. I started running on this road of life, looking for the person in front, tired and never stopping.

I learned to be strong in pain and sadness. When I grow up, happiness will quietly leave, leaving only memories of the past; I know a lot, but I didn't really think about it when I was a child, leaving only cruel facts; Time flies, followed by those who once owned, leaving only endless regrets. Can't accept the reality, because the reality is always painful and sad. Later, I learned to be strong. I know cowardice will only cost me more. I face the reality with a smile. If I lose it, I will tell myself that I am not sad.

In the face of all the unhappiness, I learned to be strong, because I don't want to make myself more sad. but ...

On that quiet night, I don't know why tears always slipped across my face and wet the silent pillow towel. It was not until the end that I realized that this was not being strong, but being brave.