One day, I will be good enough

One day, I will be good enough. <br /> Keep your face in the direction of the sun, so you won’t see shadows.
I hope that I am a sunflower, always chasing the direction of the sun. When the night is gone, I will quietly miss the warmth of the sun, its fragrance. So, don't forget, don't forget.
If the sun breaks into a lake, the spring breeze picks up, swaying the light and shadow, delicate, warm, riding on a bicycle, drunk all the young years, then, the sun is pouring into the city, the magical love and thoughts.
I, love sports, love sweat in the sun, crystal, challenge, never limit, never stop, arrogant, when all the fatigue hits, joy is also transpiration in the sun, looking up to the blue sky, white clouds, purity as a child, from I love my little happiness and look forward to the beauty that has not yet arrived.
I think that the taste of the sun is the taste of happiness. Happiness is always self-evident. If you leave, it is difficult to give up.
I, crazy in love with the pleasure of being in the sun, between the heavens and the earth, I am so small, but so tall, standing on the ground. When warmly sweeping every cell in the whole body, I forgot that there are still things in the world that can make me sad. Some people say that happy people are people with bad memory. I think, I am a fish. The short 7-second memory is enough to make my heart full of happiness. What I am more eager for is the sun, giving me the breath of my life, relying on...
No one can define others, and it is difficult to interpret oneself. The happiness in your eyes often ignores my faint sorrow. So, I fell in love, exiled among the music, let the notes hit the eardrum, and listen to the pulse of life. . The clouds are flowing, warm and warm, listen carefully, think carefully, feel the affection, groan, and read, so slowly and freely.
There are also many sentiments, but they are not willing to confide their grief to others. Others can't grieve your grief. Nor should I choose to use a big smile to warm others, let happiness see through, see and know.
Guide me in the direction, always my heart, I can't control my future, but at least, I won't go against it. I know that all the power comes from my heart, my will, I don't want to be forced by others, that will Deprived of my happiness, and this is cruel than everything else.
Although I am ordinary, ordinary and not memorized by others, I have never stopped because of this. What I can do is, but not ordinary, hard, hard, and always more than others.
There is a song saying "I don't like others to say that I am lucky. They don't understand how hard I work." Yes, I am working hard, even if I try hard to know others, I am not afraid, precious things need to be bothersome and long-term. I have to work hard at every destination.
Sometimes I admire the snail that is not afraid of ridicule and slowly crawling on the grape vine. Even if it is a long way to go, it will start very early and will taste sweet. If it is going to travel, walk slowly, between the dirt and the grass, carrying the barriers of the years, sleeping in the noisy, stopping, next stop, happiness.
I think, I can, like it, be a snail that climbs the pyramid, ask for less, pursue more, move forward with all strength, and finally meet the sun that belongs to me.
I am growing up, and one day I will be good enough.