Growing up at the beginning of the dream

Grow up, like a butterfly, looking for the future direction between the confusing flowers and plants; growing up like a dandelion, without Angel's wings, but with ideals to fly; growing up, like a cat's footsteps, ordinary and light, Struggling in the dark, letting out in the daylight.

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The butterfly flew, looked at it, and flew away, leaving a string of fragrance. This is my growth, always looking for confusion, looking for the future direction...

Standing on the podium again, the speech was on the table. Another speech contest, once again shame... I know that I will not succeed.

I am speechless. Standing on the stage, my eyes swept the audience under the stage, my feet kept moving, I wanted to go down, but I didn’t dare. Give up and not give up. But I told myself that I am going to find the direction of success, but I am now shaken.

In the speech that ended my regular language, I lowered my head and quickly walked off the stage, thinking fast but not fast. I can only look at my own footprint and increase it bit by bit in minutes and seconds. The feet seem to be a lot heavier...

The footprints of the future, my glorious footprint, will you find me in the irony of everyone?

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I looked at the embarrassing night sky and looked at the darkness of the bottomless. There was a weird idea: I want to be a dandelion, I don't need Angel's wings, but I can fly.

In my own growth, I want to fly too many times, and the higher the flight...

How good is the rest of the podium... I am impatient.

After the game, I sat on the bus and looked at the clear sky outside the window. The future was bright and my heart was dead: I was so bad? The heart is full of doubts, and there are too many things that I don’t understand.

The cell phone in my hand that was already infected by my cold suddenly rang. I am not looking at it absently... What? I actually entered the rematch? !

Happy mood is high. But it slipped again: Can I fly higher? Don't need Angel's wings, don't need power?

I grow up, I am happy.

Year after year, day after day, the growth footprint is long, dozens of spring and autumn; short, with a finger, it will pass.

My grandfather loved to me and said, "Oh, obedient, the girl grows up, can't make another trouble."

Grandpa also said to me: "Don't be so naughty, when you grow up, take you out."

These two are the ones who love me the most. However, they have become the most painful memories of my growth: they have left me so quietly, the pace of lightness, the simple life is fixed in my memory, and can never be continued. I still remember the fiasco of their funeral...

However, I am still happy to live, maybe I will have some troubles in the future, but this is just a small episode.

I grow up, I am happy, never give up the ideal growth footprint: never lose the conviction of the growth footprint: the footprint that can always grow in happiness...

The past is like a wind, they are just a memory of life, and what you are about to welcome will be a new day. In it, go find your dreams and fly in the ideal sky.

The past, like the wind, is very far and far, far away...