Growth is a hard journey, both a process and a final destination. Just like peeling garlic, we peel it off layer by layer, and those hardships we have experienced have become clear textures, which can't be erased in our hearts. At the beginning, we were wrapped up by the later secular layers, which made us look bloated and clumsy, and our immature eyes were blinded by the secular world and became turbid and blurred. Those warm eyes can never go back, and the naive boy who once talked eloquently can no longer lift that simple head. Under the heavy pressure, all struggles seem pale and powerless.

Growth is a transformation that needs no explanation. This change is bound to break happiness, experience pain, and linger in my heart. In this transformation, the immature face has finally been baptized by the years, and the single expression has become rich, but it is a helpless "intoxication". Every time I think of my childhood happiness, I can't help but feel a little happy, mixed with a little melancholy. That kind of melancholy must have existed since ancient times and passed down from generation to generation: that kind of joy must also be a dream, and after a while, it is more emotional.

Growing up is a growing drama. The drama began slowly, and the protagonists stepped onto the stage one by one, step by step towards the depths of the years. In this play, the protagonists will have a hard time. And we, born to be the protagonists of this drama, all know the way of life, and two kinds of opportunities are accompanied. But how many people can be in danger without being surprised? Therefore, the mission given by time is to "advance in twists and turns". After repeated failures, I stood up, learned to face life with a smile, and learned to be strong. The strongman of life is carved with a cold file. Behind this, we don't know how many tears we have endured, but we just remember countless equally depressed struggles. In the end, life has completed this sacred mission. Time has no expression, but life thrives because of strength.

Growth is a journey without regrets. The starting point of this journey is home, but the destination is uncertain. Entrusted by our parents, we reluctantly left home and started this great lonely journey. Over the years, we have experienced too much, accumulated bit by bit in our hearts, and changed our name to "mature" when we reached a certain height. When we are mature, we know how to love and be loved. We know that "giving" is also a kind of happiness. We have experienced all kinds of life. At this moment, looking at our elderly parents, a terrible sadness finally rises in our hearts. Time may have made you or depressed you, but you must admit that she has changed you. Behind this change, parents followed closely and smiled with tears. When we suddenly look back and see the scene in front of us, the only thing we can do is to hug them, communicate with them more and give them more care. I think the most eye-catching thing behind this maturity is filial piety.

Where there is a mistake, there is a star: where there is disappointment, there is hope. The tree of hope is evergreen and life lasts forever, so life is sublimated. Growing up, we were all lonely, but along the way, we were not alone.