Walk on the way home, I am no longer interested in the stalls snacks, also no longer to I like to read in the little house. I dragged the heavy legs like lead back to the home, don't turn on the light, don't put down the bag and threw himself out of bed. I don't understand, why is it so hard still no progress. Such a thought, I decided to give up. I would like to even anger: that piece of paper I don't sign, love how how!
This kind of mistake in now, I think I am wrong, and wrong. Carefully think, life is always in the face of setbacks, if so give up, stick to a wrong idea, that efforts are not wasted? Looked out the window again, still under the rain, and my heart has fallen in the haze, I decided to still trying, even if there is no progress.
At night, I give mother signed the papers, her frowning brows stretch opened, relieved to say: "I knew you would think, a test is nothing." I looked up in amazement, see is the mother's eyes, trust I also smiled.
Growth is a necessary journeyed, also is the final destination. Those who experienced the hardships into strips, clear texture, how also not erase mark in our heart. Grow up is a don't need to explain the transformation, the transformation must break the happiness, experience pain, after given, in my mind to become as a teenager.
Walk on the growth of the channel, unavoidably experience setbacks, don't worry, some of the flowers have to wait for spring. If a circuit, there are stars. If there is disappointment, have hope in bloom. The evergreen tree of hope, the life experience is long cover is new, so life sublimation. Growing up along the way, students accompanied with parents and teachers, we are not alone. Although some flowers in the spring a bit late, but each a flower, it will blossom. Grow so it is...
