Standing outside the threshold of adults, there may be immature faces behind them. There is a hint of cynicism in the bright young eyes, and a faint sadness lurks in the lonely smile. Perhaps growth is like this: mixed feelings of sadness and joy, lost joy, noisy and quiet.
The days when there were mixed flavors became fragrant in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories.
What we need in growing wisdom is a calm experience, a calm feeling and a brave face. Everyone's growth cannot be smooth sailing. If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph. If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back.
Just when I was about to give up, San Diego was not born to be defeated. Retreat will no longer be a reason. Just when I was about to give up, Napoleon's sentence never had the word difficulty in my dictionary, and difficulty will no longer be an excuse.