-the story of growing up.

Since birth, we have been walking on an invisible ladder, which symbolizes growth and responsibility. "One step, two steps, three steps", we climbed the stairs and kept moving forward.

The first step on the ladder is childhood. We grow up slowly in the arms of our parents, toddler and babble. At this time, our responsibility is not to let our parents worry about us and be disappointed in us. When we walked a distance alone and completed our first "trip" in life, when we vaguely called "dad" and "mom" in a childish voice for the first time, our parents were ecstatic about our little progress. When we were young, we lived a carefree life.

Over time, we climbed the stairs, "one step, two steps, three steps?"

The next step on the ladder is childhood. We left home to go to school, and the boat of life sailed to the wider world. In primary school, we play with our partners and accumulate knowledge. At this time, our responsibility is not to let our parents and teachers down.

In retrospect, I think of a childish "farce" when I was a child. At first, the teacher asked us to divide into several groups to perform the plays in the textbook. As the group leader, my "friends" and I took the lead on the stage. Then, as expected, we "gifted scholars" just turned the serious textbook drama Mianchi Club into a comedy. Because there is no preparation, they all improvise, and even the roles are not subdivided. As a result, the king is not like a king, and the courtiers are not like courtiers. The most terrible thing is that there is a stutterer here. During the performance, there was laughter. After the performance, we returned home in triumph. As expected, we received the most generous "reward"-the whole group was punished for one day. Even so, we snickered below. Childhood, our life is very naive.

Over time, we climbed the stairs, "one step, two steps, three steps?"

The next step on the ladder is the teenager. This is exactly where I am now. I am much more mature now than before. I can think deeply about a problem, and my thoughts are deeper than before. But I don't know why, I don't like to laugh. Even if I laugh, I won't be as innocent as before. This may be growth, and I don't know whether it is progress or retrogression.

I began to miss those lost days, when I was carefree and innocent, and now I am gone; Now the burden on my shoulders is heavier. The mood is more and more contradictory: "I want to grow up", "I don't want to grow up", "I want to grow up" and "I don't want to grow up"? But in any case, we have no choice, because we are all urged by this ruthless time to move forward step by step!

In the past, I couldn't go back; Now, it is already there; The future is coming. We have no choice but to shoulder our responsibilities silently and move on with the torrent of time. Even if we really can't bear it, there's nothing we can do.

Over time, we climbed the stairs, "one step, two steps, three steps?"