I still remember that there was a pond on campus, and there was always a season of skylight. In the summer afternoon, I always lie on the windowsill of the classroom, watching Ling Lingbo light in the pond for a while, looking forward to the rotation of day and night, and looking forward to the time when I grow up.
The future is coming, whether we are really ready or not. Looking back, the once clear Bitan and the past shallots are silently scattered. In the baptism of our years, the childishness of Mei Yu gradually faded. Complain, accept, transform, grow.
Accumulating years is a difficult process. Indian philosopher Osho said in "The Nuggets of Wisdom": "You are not a tree in your lifetime. You are only a seed in your lifetime. You must grow to the point where you will bloom. That blossom is your satisfaction. And reach. "This growing pain must be borne by myself.
Accumulating years is a happy process. It's like looking through a montage lens, watching how I walked through loneliness and rebellion under the care of people around me, how to encourage myself to be able to overcome difficulties, and how to complete that unique young age.
Grow, can't wait, can't wait. When the sun slowly spreads to the ground, the bright light that emerges from the ground can only be experienced by the seeds that have been bred for a long time in the dark soil; the smoothness of the cocoon-butterfly can only be understood by the silkworms that have struggled to transform in the narrow pupa.
It's time to give yourself a natural completion. Only by understanding the thick behind the soft and beautiful years, can you see every step in your life, and you can see the big world through the water droplets.