Feeling growth

A starlight flashes like a song, and every morning is a sign of infinite enlightenment. Standing at the crossroads of life, I looked back and saw the bits and pieces along the way, like the footprints on the beach, really engraved in my heart, always reminding me: We are growing.

Listening to the campus song "The Once", my heart is bound to rise. "Growth is the door of a leaf", "Spring is a journey", "We all had a naive and sad face"... How poetic these lyrics are! Unconsciously, I am already on the second day of the second day. I have experienced too many wills and reluctances. When I am about to give up, Sandia’s phrase is not born. "Be defeated," I understand, retreating will no longer be a reason; just when I am about to give up, Napoleon said, "There is no such thing as 'difficult' in my dictionary." I understand that difficulties will no longer be It is an excuse.

Looking back at those who used to, I laughed, cried, and had a small temper with the parents; took the teacher's next sentence; had conflicts with the classmates, and those warm scenes... those clear and bright youth, those lonely and flying The years, the clean and sweet dreams, the tedious and sorrowful years, the clouds that have been flowing silently on our heads, the winds that have been accompanying us all the time, those that have disappeared in the past, those that have disappeared Yesterday, those who used to, I miss, and cherish. However, all of this has slipped gently at my fingertips, leaving only the memory of this incompleteness. 14 years of time passed quietly in my palm. I went back and stared at the fragments of the past, the deep memories of the fragrance of flowers. Then I looked up and took my tiny, clear dream and walked firmly forward.

We are all growing up, day after day, year after year, we are at a loss in time, we can only let it die, want to retain, but can't stay. We grow up and grow up slowly. Our goals are getting clearer and clearer. As we grow up, we are moving towards our goal - to move forward! On the way forward, we encountered thorns, missed the road, and were smashed by the stones. But our hearts are full of ideals, no matter what the future, never give up fighting, the world let me run.

When the flowers are in full bloom, the leaves are no longer falling; the wind is no longer chilling, I will open my arms, let go of the ideal, accumulate life, and say to the people around the world: "My future is not a dream!"

The third middle school of Changli County, Changli County, Qinhuangdao, Hebei Province: Zhang Xiaoyan