I sat in my room and stared out of the window. Exquisite and elegant weeping willows stand obliquely by the water. Those little flowers on the roadside look round and lovely, delicate and soft against the sunshine. I can't help sighing how time flies, and it slipped through my fingers in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, Han Han has been in full bloom; A few more blinks, and ten years will pass.
Childhood is always full of fascinating fantasies. I fantasized more than once, what will I be like in ten years? What would you do? Where will you live? Perhaps, I will become angels in white, heal the wounded and rescue the dying, and pull those dying lives back from the brink of death; Perhaps, I will become a writer with equivalent works, write time into words and let my thoughts gallop; Perhaps, I will become an artist, with a charming smile under the dazzling flash; Perhaps, I will become a scientist and contribute my wisdom to mankind; probably ...
There are so many wishes that it is not easy to realize them.
In fact, I have a little girl in my heart, to be exact, a five-year-old girl in a big class.
I was timid and shy at that time. Kindergarten is a small society, and I am the most excluded. So whenever other children stand on the stage and sing with immature children's voices, I can only stand below and admire, and then lower my head to repair my broken self-esteem.
Even in the warm and sunny noon, I can't wait for someone to have dinner with me.
The more I feel inferior, the more I feel self-esteem. I began to be silent, shrinking myself into a transparent shell and isolating myself from the world.
However, when I went to primary school, everything was different.
I tried again and again, and I succeeded again and again, which surprised me to find that I was excellent. The first speech, the first host, gradually, I am no longer as timid as before, but can look forward to flying on the stage with confidence. I reflect on my lifestyle and attitude, and strive to expand my circle of friends. I have a good relationship. I find things beautiful, I feel dizzy at sunrise, I listen to birds chirping, and I appreciate running water, all of which are brought to me by that thing called self-confidence.
I work hard, I struggle, and I move towards my ideal.
I don't know what I will be like in ten years. Time flies, and the plan can't keep up with the change. When people are alive, they naturally want to live wonderfully and best. And my goal is to hope I can become a meaningful person.
Don't you study hard at the cold window for so many years just to fill yourself? Regardless of occupation, isn't a well-educated person equally respected? Reading poetry books and learning to read books is to wash our hearts, cultivate our sentiments, let us break through the barriers of thinking, and let us have a charming, free and easy, majestic and broad-minded, and the persistence of "widening our belts and never regretting". Isn't this a wonderful life?
We are now in a beautiful youth, and it is time to struggle. Life is not wonderful, and young people are full of vigor and vitality. Shouldn't we work hard for a better future?
Only in this way can we meet our best self.
Time and tide wait for no man, maybe we will reach our ideal in ten years. Looking back on the road, there must be mixed feelings. However, no matter how time passes and the situation changes, the traces I have passed are still there.