Picking up the footprints that I grew up in the sun, I hid in the corner for a period of time, quietly missing a growing palm print. -Inscriptions hold innocent skirts, stumble to bid farewell to childishness, and fall into a strange environment-loneliness. I have been groping, sweating, and watching the sailboat of hope get lost in the whirlpool. It turns out that the drift bottle is like an expired ticket, and I don't know the news. As a result, the dream suddenly broke like glass in the eyes, and the lost heart sighed alone at Genting. When there is a haze in the distant sky, it never stops raining. Walking in the street, I accidentally saw a woman walking slowly on the zebra crossing in the middle of the road. She, eating melon seeds, is not elegant. However, in the torrential rain, occasionally passing cars whizzed past her, and she hit me calmly and serenely. Who else can calmly eat melon seeds and walk safely in such adversity? Just like this rain, even if it pours down, it can't stop growth. Fog can tell the direction. One summer night, the brightest star turned into a light fire that condensed in my palm every night. I started chasing with a smile. I want to learn a song on the way and sing it to Shan. Take a bunch of sunshine and give it to the pine forest; Pick up a red leaf and iron it in your heart; Don't want a daisy to bring unbeaten spring. Looking back frequently, what you get is not necessarily the gold powder memory of the distant mountain. Perhaps a wish to see the clouds was shattered in Yan's study, or perhaps a good date was lost by the residual lotus listening to the rain. Loss and pain will not be absent in growth, what is important is how to feel their value with your heart. People always overlap a life in different pains. If there is no such overlap in life, it is impossible to achieve its tenacity and breadth. Growth is like a heavy letter. If you don't experience the wind and rain on the road, you can't get where you want to go. At any time, pain is no reason for indulgence. I have always believed that growth is the naked miracle in the world. It makes people learn to care in warmth, ignite hope again and again, and write sweetly again and again; However, it clearly has a stubborn hard bone bulge, which makes people understand strength and responsibility in the mud. Growth is a kind of greatness that is constantly reviewed in ordinary pain. I wake up in pain and trudge on the road of growth ... I often wonder where the end of growth is and what kind of girl I will become in the future. Is that so? Simple eyebrows, stubborn lips, watery eyes, gentle smile like the wind, and occasional tears can't stop your full sincerity. It's low-key. No, it's calm. This calm passion can't be concealed. I like to travel, I like to record moving moments in words, I like literature, and I am so persistent. I always adhere to my own style, unrestrained, like a pine tree, free and happy to grow into a unique, an art, when I stand in front of those unparalleled beauty for a long time, from different angles, with different eager eyes to look up. They always give me inexplicable feelings and heartfelt sighs. I finally found that there is such a simple world outside the noisy world, and here, my mind is really full, and I really grow up in the harvest season. This mental growth has transformed my soul into the color of life. Some people say that if a wish in this world is frequently noticed, it will lay the groundwork and wait for the afterlife to pursue and stay together. Then, please let me appreciate the happiness and hardship of growing up all my life, and let me pick up the footprints of growing up in the sun. I believe that the warmest comes from the coldest, and the warmest is actually an understanding of the coldest. I believe that growth teaches us not only tolerance and sentiment, but also a belief that flowers can wither, but it will never be spring. Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past. When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study. As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling. My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.

Footprint of growth

The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory ... During my growing up, I grew up in a happy life under the care of my parents. In the process of my growth, I kept learning new knowledge and constantly realized the hardships and happiness in my study and life. Day after day, year after year, flowers bloom and fall quietly.

Suddenly I heard a friend say that his birthday was coming. I smiled and wished him a happy birthday on his thirteenth birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that this year is 8.25, and I am 13 years old. It's almost 13 years before I know it, so I have to say something tacky-how time flies! In retrospect, I really experienced a lot, grew a lot and understood a lot.

When I was a child, I always liked to run across the pond and leave footprints, and then I looked back at my masterpiece and ran away with a smile ... I also left footprints on the road of growth. These footprints are deep and shallow, and each footprint contains a story. ......

At that time, when I was young, I was naive, naughty, lively and smart. At that time, I cried every day for adults to tell stories with me and play games that bothered adults. Once, I was seriously ill, and my parents took turns to stay with me in the hospital for a month. At that time, I really realized the care of my parents.

When I was a child in kindergarten, it was my happiest time. At that time, I was carefree. I started playing fan cards with my classmates after class every day, and my nose was running out. Just waving my sleeve. It's really funny to think about it now.

Then I went to primary school. This made me realize for the first time that the things stuck together with black characters printed on thin paper were called "books", and I learned a lot one by one for the first time. Growing up made me get rid of my naughty childhood, let me know what to do and what not to do, and also know to finish my homework. Growing up really brings people joys and sorrows.

Now it seems that at that time, I was just a naive, ridiculous, lovely and naughty child. I couldn't believe it. My nose was almost running out. I was the kid who ran away with a wave of his sleeve.

Now, on the road of our growth, we may encounter bumps and misfortunes. Growth is a familiar and unfamiliar word.

Now, I am more and more aware of my parents' love for me, that kind of selfless love. When I get to middle school, I have to get up early every day because I have to go to school early. But after a hard day, my mother got up earlier than me. Whenever breakfast is almost ready, I start to wash my face and brush my teeth. After washing, I had breakfast and started a day of study and life.

Grow up! You are like an earthquake monitor, recording all traces and updating them from time to time; When I grow up, you are like a tree ring, recording the storms I have experienced; Grow up! You are like a calculator. As soon as you go to zero, everything disappears.

I grew up anywhere.

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