All thoughts, all happiness and sorrow are rooted in unforgettable childhood. At that time, the sky was blue and transparent, and the air was as refreshing as ice-cold lemonade. Unfortunately, time always flies by, and we cannot refuse to grow up. Regarding growth, there have been too many weak words to cover it up again and again. What does it mean to grow up? Is it necessary to learn to cover the bleeding heart with a bright smile? If that is really the case, I would rather abandon the so-called growth cloak, abandon the glitz, keep only the appearance of innocence, and always be a good child, even if it is lonely!