My magic life

I am a little girl who likes magic. I am very envious of the magician who can make a miracle with a wave of a hand. If I grow up, I become a magician...

I am a little-known magician. My life is always immersed in reading countless magic tricks, looking for countless magic teachers, and constantly exploring new techniques and creating new magic. However, I found that such a day. Not as happy and exciting as I thought, this life is gradually boring.

Until one day, I was finally tired. I went home and bored the old photos. I suddenly found out that my childhood was full of magic. The ordinary life is also magic. I am already a magician. I have already witnessed countless magics. It has also changed a lot of magic.

God, this magician, his magic is magical, turning me into a thinking person, what a wonderful magic.

The most common thing in life is the small change. When I remember that when I was four or five years old, my mother lost my new wallet. I cried all day and night. My mother bought a new wallet for me, but I also bought it. I didn't move for it, I kept crying: "I only need old bags." I am so stupid, why don't I know that this is God making me magic, for my wallet, nothing bad. When I have something new, I will have a different mood.

My appearance is also changing frequently. Look at the photo album in my hand. When I was four or five years old, I like to wear a skirt. I put on the blush painted by the kindergarten teacher on my face. I stood at the door of the house and said, "Iyi," I thought it was very Ladies, I don’t know if God is waving his hands, or I have moved my hands and feet unconsciously. Gradually, I no longer like to wear skirts. I like to exercise my body without any sports cells, so my mother doesn’t know me. My preference, whenever she buys clothes that I have never liked, strange to my changes, I smiled and said: "God has changed my magic."

My hobby is even more magical. I used to be the most obsessed, pretending to be an old school, holding a colored pen, facing the doll, thinking that I was a professor, while graffiti on the wall while talking, the magician gradually put the doll and Those memories are carrying me in the box together; then I like to read, of course, at that time, I love to read comic books, and now I am spending more and more people, who is magic?

Gradually, I understand that growth is one of the most exquisite magicians. I think life is very dull. The magic is wonderful. I don’t know that life is the most wonderful magic. I no longer blindly pursue being a dazzling magician.