Nonsense is sentimental and overwhelming. Everything around suddenly quieted down. Enough to hear your own heartbeat. I thought everything was fine. When I opened my heart, I found that I still cherish the lingering memory in the dream I weaved yesterday. Looking back on the past, 16 years, I have already grown up, but just as I am courageously marching along the road of life, time has already left me far behind, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints behind me. I feel like a lonely long-distance runner, with a faint lamp in my hand, and I have been through difficulties all the way, but I have never achieved my goal. My dreams, hopes and future beckoned to me in the dim light. It's a long way, and I'm confused and confused. Tired, I really want to stop and have a rest. But I can't. I want to rush forward desperately, even if my efforts are regarded as "crawling forward". I want to be a snail in Jielun. "I want to climb up step by step and fly forward on the blade of the highest point. I can have great dreams in a small day. One day, I have my own day. "

I like the quiet feeling when I am alone, just like the girl who walks alone in Jimmy's cartoon. Walking all the time, walking by the sea, walking in the fields and walking on every road of life is always so faint and faint. A person's feeling, like the string of footprints left behind, is clear and clear. Then in that kind of faint emotion, faint voice, quietly experience life and survival. Someone once said that the princess wrote her innocent feelings on her face and the witch buried them in her heart. We walk on the road of life, and we all bear too much affection, which is enough to touch ourselves. Every footprint has become a beautiful memory.

When I was very young, I planted a seed of hope in my heart. When I grow up, I want to travel around the world and let my footprints spread all over the world. I once fantasized about a place where winding smiles embraced mountains and streams sang with the wind. The windmill in the distance tells the happy late autumn in the distance. We walked hand in hand through the hillside covered with maltose ... I really want to read the life in front of me like an idyllic poet. But as time goes on, this little hope seems more and more distant. I think that one day, it will break into a beautiful bubble and fill my world with emptiness. And I won't lose it, after all, I once had such a beautiful and sweet dream. Small bubbles can also reflect dazzling light in the sun. On the journey of life, many things we have experienced, happy and sad, have also added gorgeous colors to our lives.

In this way, we grow up in the beautiful vision for the future and the eager nostalgia for the past. Let's keep a joy and touch of youth and look back at the footprints behind us. After all, we have experienced it.

Because of experience, we have grown up. Although we can't find it any more, we won't be sad in the flourishing age of green grass, but we will know how to cherish and know how to be perfect in the years to come! (I have experienced it)