Yes, a year has passed so quickly. I'm in the second day of junior high school, so I won't be the naive child who just entered school. Seeing the freshmen in junior high school, I seem to see myself at that time. My mind is always full of strange ideas. At that time, I was so naive that I always thought there was eternity in the world and I was always looking for the legendary eternity. I've always wanted to be the center of the world and let everyone surround me like a planet.
When I was in grade one, I didn't know what competition was and what cruelty was. In this year, I seem to have grown up suddenly, become steady and see farther: at that time, I only felt that the grass was so lovely, swaying in the wind and rustling leaves, like a wonderful symphony of nature. Flowers are spirits on campus, sowing colorful mood seeds. I always feel that such a small and warm space is enough. Now, I read the strength from the grass, the beauty of life in full bloom from the flowers, and the broader blue sky, which contains elusive deep blue.
The sunshine in October, like fresh water, gently sprinkled on the teaching building. I like campus and my classmates very much. There is a lawn in front of our classroom. Perhaps a grass will make people unaware of its existence, but thousands of plants together form a green whole, proudly announcing its existence to people. Isn't our class a green whole? Everyone has withstood the test of wind and rain together, with tears and joy, and grew up together. The wind is still blowing, blowing our hair tips.
I used to pursue perfection, and I didn't want any flaws in my monochromatic rainbow. However, I understand that this is impossible, and I will still laugh happily now, just like at the beginning. In fact, many things have not changed, because in the process of growing up, if laughter and childlike innocence are lost, what is the point of growing up?
The big playground of the school is gone, replaced by a new teaching building. Nothing else has changed. White clouds or white clouds, blue sky or blue sky. I just learned something, forgot something, gave up something and learned something. I am growing, and the school is growing. If there is no school, I am like a boat on the vast sea, and I don't know where to go. Campus is our growth station, recording the pain of growth, but also engraved with the joy of growth, along the footsteps of growth, we move towards maturity and the future!