Grow Up

This article was written during the winter vacation of the second grade of junior high school. I would like to thank Professor Xiao and Professor Fang, as well as Xiaolu's Chinese language teacher Li when I was in the first grade of junior high school. Thank you for teaching me to grow and teach me dreams and hopes. Thousands of sails are sailing across the sky to gain high ground, and looking back from thousands of miles away is wet with wet sleeves. If you have hope, why not break your heart? The warehouse was filled with wind, smoke, rain and fog. Wherever I feel sad, my eyes are filled with grass and grass. Adding a hint of laughter to the sorrow Dreams turn into wings, soft and covering the light of landing. We use this to fly without fear of what lies ahead. Growth, this extremely quiet verb, brings us countless joys. This article is not about every detail, it is just a record of some stories, pure white paper woven from growth and pain.