The late summer breeze brings a hint of coolness, and the scorching heat has been away for a long time. The quiet alleys have also become lively, and the people of the shopping street have dared to show their faces unscrupulously.

The fragrance of osmanthus wafts on the tip of the nose, sniff it, feel it, it really exists, and there is no reason to exist.

The rain-swept sky was clear and gorgeous, and the occasional helicopter rumbled above my head, and I looked up in surprise and stared at it for a few seconds, and everything was calm again.

The people who come and go around me witness my growth, and the flowers cheer for me, just so that I can grow up slowly.

It is impossible for a time machine to take me back to when I was a child, and only by dreaming can I truly feel how carefree children are.

I can't be like the flowers of rock climbing that grow in a greenhouse all the time, I have to face the sun, face the wind and rain.

I want to grow up strong, and grow up without any attachment。。。。。。

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