Growing pains are bloomers and pleated skirts that can no longer be stuffed in. Looking at your long body, you can't stop, but you have to watch your favorite clothes become permanent souvenirs. Those clothes that are suitable for you to grow up can no longer sew a big red bow on your back. Because you crush someone, you grow up, and you are no longer a doll with eight braids on your head. At this time, you realize that the growth you missed so much is so cruel.
The trouble of growing up is that you can no longer cry for falling. Yes, the pain of falling is no longer unbearable for you. Now, you only cry when your heart is aching, and the most painful thing is that you can't find comfort. What you want to do most is to hide in the corner alone, listening to the rain in your heart, so you shed tears again. You carefully collect them one by one, and then show them to others without leaving a smile. No one will know that you are sad except yourself. Then, you think of your childhood friends, those who are anxious when they see you crying, and take out their lollipops to comfort your friends. How nice they are-but their faces seem to be blurred by tears. ...
The trouble with growing up is that you find it harder and harder to say what you want to say. Secularity is always full of metaphysics. Telling the truth, telling the truth, may not be able to get real rewards. On the contrary, your words have gone through many twists and turns and have been adapted into another version. Therefore, there are always so many bitter words and your sincerity, and there are always so many mean people who misinterpret you as completely different. So, you learned to weigh your opinions repeatedly before expressing them, but there are always so many people waiting for an opportunity to catch your pigtails, so you finally understand the true meaning of "silence is golden"!
Is this the growth that countless children yearn for? High heels have given birth to a lot of trouble before they appeared. Growth seems to be stripped of the glamorous coat and troubles of imagination, and it seems to be the protagonist of growth, which makes you fall down again and again, but you finally get up, try to find balance in confusion and try to find sincerity in imagination. However, once the troubles are deposited under your feet, you will take this step and clear the fog that haunts your heart. You have finally reached a height, and you will face all these growing troubles with a smile.