Your hands that have been groping in the dark will eventually become the light that illuminates others. Like a seed breaking through the ground, growth always brings pain, but it also brings the light of breaking out of the cocoon. In the long night of growth, we are all our own lantern holders, lighting up the road ahead with every step, and every moment is worth cherishing. Just like a river flowing through a canyon, growth can play the most magnificent music only in the midst of resistance. The years have carved ravines on the forehead, but they have planted stars of wisdom in the heart. When the bud grows into a big tree, it finally understands: all wind and rain are the nutrients of life. When the butterfly breaks free from the constraints of its cocoon, it understands that all imprisonment is a prelude to flight. Growth is not about abandoning innocence, but learning to maintain the ability to look up at the stars in the wind and rain. Time turns experiences into wine. The first taste is bitter, but the aftertaste is long and sweet.
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