In this way, I grew up slowly

In this way, I grew up slowly

The years and years have passed quietly through 13 spring and autumn, the wind and the autumn, the flowers bloom, I grew up a little bit in the years.

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I, leaning against the treetops, are greeted by the wind and thinking about growing up.

On that day of that year, the cry of the baby came from the hospital, and I embarked on the long journey of growth. My first "Dad" and "Mom" was the testimony of my growth.

"Wait a minute" may be the mantra of a certain person, but life has not waited.

Just like the sun can't wait for the stars, the blue silk can't wait for the white hair, and the flowers can't wait for the four seasons. If we are growing up waiting every day, then we will not be the good life but the broken years.

The growth of flowers is short-lived, but they are not sitting still, they have paid a short and beautiful youth, they are so selfless. In the spring, the first rays of the sun sprinkled on their sleeping bodies. They opened their eyes and stretched their cold bodies, growing freely in the sun. In the late spring, the flowers are blooming, and they bloom with a bright smile to face the short life and add a beautiful landscape to the society. In the autumn, the first autumn wind drifted over their faces, and they fell down, falling like a falling butterfly, a little bit of dying, ending a short life.

As a person, we are not as good as a flower. Although we will not bear fruit, we must not lose our time. Flowers can calmly face their short life, our lives are far from the flowers, what reason is there to complain about their lives?

I have embarked on a journey of growth, like a flower, not shrinking, not afraid, just like this, slowly grow up...

The first day: Qian Wudie