I don't want to grow up

I don't want to grow up

Pushing open the window to see the white bird on the horizon, I want to look at the taste of freedom.

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"I don't want to, I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, there is no fairy tale in the world. I don't want to. I don't want to grow up. I would rather be stupid and stupid forever..."

The cheerful voice was brought to my ears with a hint of helplessness and enthusiasm. Yes, I don’t want to grow up. The crystal clear crystal sugar of my childhood has already been replaced by the various scientific examination papers. The cute dolls in the room have gradually retreated and replaced with a stack of thick ink. book. Childhood has left me, and the oncoming is the chaos of the flower season and the trouble of the rainy season.

Nowadays, I am in the middle of the country, and I have to be busy every day from morning till night. Finally, I have a weekend, but I am still busy. No, it is more busy than going to school: cram school, homework, piano learning... I will fill my entire "weekend" time. Looking at today's desk, there is another "study book" like "hill". I shook my head helplessly, just sighed, sighed with sore eyes, licked a little numb arm, and continued on the table. Look at the book that seems to be inexhaustible, listening to the teacher’s embarrassment that can never be said.

When I remember the kindergarten, the aunt always changed the way to call us to play, and brought us into a fairytale fairyland. Whenever my mother came to pick me up, I would tell you all the time, and my mother would smile and listen to me over and over again. In the evening, Dad will tell me all kinds of interesting stories. The family will always block my cheerful laughter. Every holiday, I can have fun in the amusement park. But all this happiness has disappeared with my growth, and I have never returned. I can only hope that the book will be sighed every day.

I don't want to grow up. I don't want others to take the road I want to go. It is as clear as the drawings. I don't want to be bound by my father and mother in a cage. Life is as dull and boring as bark. I don't want to bury myself in Shushan. There are only piles. The exercises surround me.

I want to run on the green grass, embrace nature, want to do what I like, and want to sit on a swing and enjoy the warmth and sunshine of the afternoon...

I don't want to grow up, but people still have to learn to grow up slowly.

Second day: Liao Mengyu