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In my memory, the sky in my childhood was crystal clear.
With just a gentle touch, water could be squeezed out of it.
For a long time, I lived with my grandparents in a pure world, with unknown
and adorable openness. In the cool breeze, there were the crisp and bright
chirps of young birds deep in the branches. Being young, I liked to jump
around. When tired, I would stop and turn around, raising an innocent smile
in the wind. In my memory, the big willow tree by the doorstep, with
branches hanging low enough to be touched, often elegantly swayed in the
warm breeze, swaying with my childhood dreams...
Later, I left that land that had left a deep impression on me, and
everything faded away with the wind. With unfamiliar eyes, I looked at the
new world, and everything started anew.
Later on, my grandfather passed away. I wasn't by his side when he left, but
when I was by his side, all I saw were piles of colorful paper flowers, and
all I heard was my own heartbeat. But maybe it was inevitable. Perhaps
leaving is leaving, and my grandfather is still my grandfather, just
changing to a different world of life, nothing more.
Days passed underfoot, leaving behind the sound of calmness. Eventually, I
grew up inexplicably. Then one morning, I saw a familiar and strange smile
in the mirror. The memories of childhood were precious fragments, pieced
together over the years, in a fragile yet glittering glass cabinet, never to
be taken out. The new life replaced my memories, filling the void in my
heart and making my dreams restless.
Exams, admissions, graduation, more exams...the awareness of "growth" seems
to come naturally. Among the constant flow of people, I see all kinds of
busy figures, contemplating the future that seems both distant and within
reach. I recall the classic old song and repeat the familiar story over and
over again, and repeat this frank song of growth again and again.
Stopping at each station of the growing soul, the mood in which we view the
journey we've been through marks the traces of how we're growing. Childhood
was indeed beautiful, but the present is also full of wonders. And so, we
are all growing with insights, reflections, and no regrets. As we grow, we
hide everything in our hearts, leaving only the ripples in our heart sea,
becoming clearer layer by layer... |
