The warm breeze of Shanghai wakes up the trees on both sides. Even though the winter is cold, I also meet new greenery and dream of flowers.

I read a lot of books about growing up, but I found that no one has ever really grown up.

Young Werther had the troubles of youth, Madame Bovary had the sorrows of a middle-aged man, and she was still lonely even after a hundred years.

It can be seen that the ideal appearance is flawed.

Growing up is such a long story that it can't be told in a lifetime.

For me, conscious growth happens at the transition between elementary and junior high school.

In elementary school, I buried my head in the textbook and counted my years with my desk, graduated from elementary school at the age of 12, graduated from junior high school at the age of 15, graduated from high school at the age of 18, and graduated from college at the age of 22. Vividly. At that time, he was still a child drinking growing milk, and he sighed that the time was long, and then said goodbye and left, and now he is probably a social person and a reader. I forgave myself for not finishing my studies as expected and continued to pursue it, but I have no regrets.

Looking back at elementary school, it is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. I used to be a person who fought three times a day, and Fight With Boy made me a hero in the hearts of girls, a big brother in the eyes of boys and a thorn in the side of teachers. The girl is as strong as me, her grades are not excellent, but she is physically strong. Surrounded by friends, I didn't feel so sad when I failed in the exam. I don't know life and death, and I don't know how to be sick. At that time, I simply trusted my parents, thinking that as long as they nodded, even if they ate candy before going to bed, they would not be afraid of tooth decay. Running in the scorching sun, splashing in the pool, the growth at that time was five centimeters a month. You can see it, you can feel it.

Then, when the time comes, the mind needs to be stretched. I still remember that the Chinese teacher in the sixth grade assigned the first summer vacation essay - "Song of Youth". The vulgar topic was still very impactful for primary school students who were not deeply involved in the world at that time. Even the old class sighed again and again, criticizing her for being too mature in the topic. Indeed, now that I think about it, this is a topic that can only be touched during the transition period of junior high and high school. When I was in elementary school, family, friendship and scenery were the way to go, wasn't it? I spent elementary school carefree. Although he knows that he is biased, he is unwilling to correct it, and he is called an expert.

When was the impact on the three views? It's the reason behind knowing that I got into a good class. Yes, I was as stupid as I was, and I always thought that my excellent liberal arts grades covered up my poor math skills. It wasn't until I overheard the contents of my parents' phone call that I learned the truth. That day, I still remember. It's like thunder in the sky, and it makes me sad. It's my ability that has been questioned, and it's that I've begun to know the feeling of not being able to get over face.

I am a beneficiary and a victim.

Temper reined, but still arrogant. It's just that it's not playful anymore. I get up obediently, go home obediently, no longer go to my friends for hours, and no longer laugh and do nothing. The grades are good, and they are maintained. Teachers and parents are very satisfied. Me too. Holding back the bad health, tell yourself to grow. I even remember missing the afternoon class because of menstrual cramps, hugging my mother and crying.

That's what growing up is, right? What was in tears at the time, now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous. Pure sorrow is also an important part of life, let us rejoice.