With the slow and rhythmic tune, understanding, persistence, gratitude quietly come, their cohesion, a long way: growth.
Behind me, countless footprints have been left. Although there is a long way to go from the end, the shallow footprints leave a string of memories and emit dazzling light. Maybe, there is growth, so I have to look back:
"Wow -- wow" -- the cry of a baby reverberates in the silent corridor of the hospital, as if to solemnly announce the arrival of a new life to the world! At this time, I was hiding in the corner, staring at the newly born "I" who was gently held by my father. At that moment, my father's nervous and anxious expression became excited and excited in an instant, and then his face was happy and happy. My grandparents even stroked my immature hands, and they couldn't close their mouths with a smile, but their faces were obviously tired of the night, but still brimming with happy smile. I want to rush to let them rest for a while, waiting for a night, they must be sleepy, but I know I can't: This is their inner satisfaction, because with me, they have a complete home.
I quietly hide to the window and find the "I" sitting next to me. It was a math class. The teacher explained it tirelessly on the platform. However, the reliable side of me held my head and swayed. My red face was full of 1000 unwillingness, but my eyes showed an attitude. "I" was forcing myself to listen, think, and in a special way Concentration, that kind of appearance makes me inexplicably produce a kind of impulse, is it necessary to send so many things to my brain? I want to rush up and pull me out of the classroom and take me to the playground for a while, but I know I can't: the outside world is wonderful, the outside world is helpless, the "naked" I can only be armed with knowledge.
"Pa!" With a heavy fan strike, "I" face instant more than a palm print, the blood red palm print appears so dazzling. Eh? Why did my father hit me? Because of my confrontation? Contrary? Didn't he know I was going to hurt? Did he forget my importance? Did he forget the first hug with me? I want to rush to stop it, but my consciousness tells me that I can't do this. I haven't experienced the bitterness, sweetness, bitterness and bitterness of the world. Only by correcting my navigation mark in this way and thanking the life and society can I set sail on the next road......
This is growth. In that tune, I am constantly improving myself, understanding my family and understanding the society; I am learning, learning to persist and study hard; I am grateful, grateful for life and society. On this road, I have gained a lot and influenced a lot. Some people are happy and sad because of me, and I am also angry because of others. Growing up is a long journey. What we need is not wealth or glory, but continuous understanding and trust in the process of upgrading. Without these, growth will become boring, and the Andante of life like a song will be monotonous and even lose its charm.
Growth, such as singing andante, along the way, the shoulder condensed a lot of thick love, unconsciously, the burden on the shoulder is heavy.