The lonely plane tree left its last leaf at the end of the year, and the years put rings on it. What is wide is my joy and touch; What is narrow is my sadness and regret. Every ring tells me that I am one year older.

Suddenly, I found that I blew out fifteen candles, and I have entered the flower season of fifteen years old, a colorful flower season. I walked into my own cinema with my chin cupped and a silly smile, pursuing the most precious touch in my past life.

First act

The busy figure of my parents shuttled through the crowded hospital, and I was lying in the hospital bed. I don't know mom and dad's faces.

Are the crystal clear water drops in the world tears or sweat drops? The silver thread on their temples has no trace of the vicissitudes of life, only worries and expectations for me.

Act ii

I am sitting in a bright classroom with a ponytail on my head, and my childish face is full of my ignorance and yearning for the world. Teachers selflessly dedicate their profound knowledge to us, teach us how to be a man, teach us to study hard, make progress every day and serve the motherland in the future.

Act iii

During the ten-minute break, I will play games with my classmates, discuss problems and grow up happily together.

I grew up day by day under the care of my parents, teachers and classmates. I am grateful to them, because they let me know the true meaning of life.

I thank the sun, because it illuminates the darkness in my heart; I thank the rain, because it washed away the filth in my heart; I thank my parents because they gave me life, nurtured me and made me feel the warmth of the world. I thank all the people who have cared about me, and they have given me confidence in life.

Have a grateful heart.