成长是一段被分裂的旅程。当我们渴望快快长大的时候,却好像怎么也长不大,就像挣扎在丛林底层的一株小草,想要越过所有树木去抚摸阳光雨露,结果发现看似伸手可触的东西,其实遥不可及。而当我们终于长到可以望见辽阔天空的年纪,迎接我们的却不只是蔚蓝和晴朗,还有雨雪风霜,还有一路向上时被荆棘划开的累累伤痕,于是我们垂下曾经高高扬起的头,细数心头的悲痛、烦恼和那些时时醒着的伤口,开始怨恨甚至拒绝长大。 Growth is a journey that is divided. When we long for a quick growth, it seems as if we have not grown up, like a grass that struggles on the bottom of the jungle and wants to cross all the trees to caress the sun and rain and discover something seemingly at its fingertips, In fact, out of reach. And when we finally grow to the age where we can see the vast sky, greet us not only blue and sunny but also rain and snow, as well as the scars scarred by thorns all the way up, The head, the breakdown heartache, troubles and those who always awake wounds, began to hate and even refused to grow up.