growing up is like what butterflies get from struggelling out of its cocoons someone burst into our life while someone leaves we have no choice but to adapt ourselves to the chaging world nothing can keep forever including love , friendship and even family everything not always go in it normal way growing up is just like a pain which is beautiful and unforgotten it is just like a scar on our heart remaining us every step we go through the happy one ,the sad one adolesence is a brilliant sadness in our way to be maturity the only thing we can do is to catch up the things in our hands now the happiness is in our hands now 赞 (散文编辑:滴墨成伤) |