Grow like this

In the process of growing up, there are sorrows, anger, joy, and joy... The gentle breeze is accompanied by our growth, and the singing of birds is accompanied by our growth. The rain of Lingling is accompanied by our growth... Everything is never ending.

On campus, when discussing problems with classmates, a breeze drifted over and brought us a burst of coolness, which made our brain cells that are dying to be revived, and brought great help to our study. The breeze drifted past, we studied hard, we used the knowledge we learned to reward the breeze for our help. We thank the breeze, thank it for its selfless dedication, and thank it for never stopping to escort us and guiding us. .

Sitting in the classroom and taking a serious lecture, there was a light rain outside the window. Raindrops splashed on the carport, and a beautiful and beautiful music was heard. It seemed as if the words for the teacher were accompanied by music, which was very beautiful. Really want to stay at this moment forever. However, time does not wait for people, in the past will not go back, leaving only an unforgettable memory.

When I got back home, sitting next to the window, the homework I wrote when I wrote it, and I heard the singing of a hundred birds singing, how wonderful it was, so that our originally boring work time was full of vitality, looking out the window, that kind of one is unknown. The bird wants to smile at me, and there is more happiness and peace in my heart.

The childhood time is passing fast. In a blink of an eye, this happy time has left. Now I think of the past moments, I really want to start again, come back again, listen to the beautiful rain, the birds’ tweets. Appreciate the beautiful scenery of the campus, look back, feel how beautiful everything is, how unreal

Everything can't go back, everything can't be forgotten, everything will be a permanent memory, without the accompanying gentle breeze, without the accompanying songs of a hundred birds, without the accompanying rain of Ling Ling, the world becomes confused. Without knowing what is wrong, we have added a broader sky. It is waiting for us to discover and explore. Everything is an unknown.

I grew up like this and grew up in the wind and rain.

Chuanhe Middle School, Yangjiang District, Yangzhou, Jiangsu, China