Growing pains

People are always like this, for a joke of regret, for the wrong road and mediocrity. There is no regret in the world, this is known to all, as if people are destined to grow up, destined to have trouble coming.

Forget a few times, in the sea of flowers like butterflies shuttle back and forth; Forget a few times, lying on the soft lawn with the cool wind; Forget a few times, in the old plane tree waiting for happiness. Young we are arrogant, young we are ignorant, young we have no trouble.

Once, how smart we are, do something wrong, just wave a wave, can go forward without looking back. Once, how happy we are, mulberry tree, under the bed, the river, have left our growth footprints. But what about us now? Only an empty soul, I'm afraid.

The cup of bitter coffee, constantly spit a plume of white smoke, as if in difficulty breathing. The pendulum "Dangdang when" wandering, suddenly pulled me from the dream back to reality. 'Oh my God, it's twelve o 'clock! I was so scared that I swallowed all the coffee. The chilling coffee, has become my spiritual support. The "rustling" of writing faded away with the bell. "Where is this? I'm not doing my homework." Suddenly, a silver-haired old man appeared, his hands on his hips, and he kept pacing up and down, muttering to himself. I carefully walked in the past, but he came to a 360 degree bend, found me. His newly unfurled eyebrows were congealed like crumpled paper. His beard trembled, and what was more frightening were his sharp eyes. He was closing in on me, and I was losing my mind. Like a volcano waiting to erupt, he finally began to overflow: "Time, pain to the dreamer, happiness to the creator." "No, I don't want to be a dreamer, I want to progress!" I sat down on the floor in shock. Oh, it was a dream, I pinched a sweat. I struggled to get up, grasp the sleepy pen, into the sea of learning. Silent night, only the tears in the night wind, telling my helplessness and trouble......

No longer laugh at the optimistic temperament; No longer "facing the sea, spring flowers" of leisure Yi Yi; There's no more passion for the 100-meter dash. In today's society, there are plenty of talented people, some people crowded with blood, but still did not achieve; Now I, an ordinary man, is not ready to run into a gun. As a student, I understand what is "natural selection, survival of the fittest", I also understand what is "learning is like sailing upstream, not to advance is to fall back." In order to face the reality, I have to truly realize that worry is an indispensable part of life. Despite the failure again and again, again and again to give up, again and again suffered "ten years of cold window no one asked" pain. In order to worry, I am willing to abandon innocence, abandon leisure. Maybe you will say I am stupid, but, my dear friend, only in one trouble, your wings will be plump, your faith will be firm, the flower of your life will be colorful! Please believe that trouble is a byproduct of growth, happiness is the fundamental.

I am not a genius, I also experience trouble, and even miss success. I am not a genius, I also need trouble to visit. The philosopher said: "To see the sun, I came to this world." I will say, "I was put on earth to compete with my troubles."

Growth is a leaf boat, trouble is a small paddle, help you through the wind and snow.

Growth is a poem, trouble is a series of periods, perfect your spiritual world.

Growth and trouble go hand in hand. So, please don't blame life is too "long", don't blame trouble too much, just sow a sun in the heart, let the sun accompany you all your life!