Take your time in life, walk slowly... Life is still the same as before. History will not stop, only our short lives will stop. History is the executioner, killing countless people's stay in the world. We are all just passers-by. Nothing truly belongs to us. What belongs to us are memories and feelings. However, in this distorted society, people pursue money and status that do not belong to us forever. Let me ask you, when we get these, what do we have left? This article tells the story of a child's growth. There are no gorgeous stories, no beautiful sentences, and some are just plain stories. A child who grew up in a rural area grew up slowly like many children and had the same memories. The article may be a bit boring. After all, it is my first time to write an article. If I have to say that I have written articles before, it would only be a composition. I don't know why, but I rarely read novels, but I long for myself to write a novel. For no other reason than to record myself and recall myself, to commemorate my lost youth. One day you and I will disappear into this illusory, ethereal and unreal world. So what can we use to prove that we have been here... I didn't know how to choose the article attributes, so I had to fill them in randomly. Because I can't find the right attribute to classify it.