岁月如歌,唱得迷失。花正开,雨不摇,韶华正好。看着春风里的风筝,飞得很高很高。不知道什么时候踏上了征程,向着长大的方向,从没有回头。脱去了幼稚,丢下了童年,也丢下了童真,也像是丢下了最初的自己。回想曾经的自己是多么地可爱,而现在的自己又是多么地可笑。现在,笑得少了,哭得少了,却懂得多了。成长 Years like a song, singing lost. When the flowers are open, the rain does not shake. Look at the kites in the spring breeze and fly very high. Do not know when to embark on the journey to the direction of growing up, never looked back. Take off childishness, leave the childhood, and leave the innocence, it is like leaving the first self. I remember how cute she used to be, and how ridiculous she is now. Now, with less laughter, less crying, but more understanding. growing up