风卷过树林,留下落叶的纷飞,阳光变换着强弱,演艺着四季的轮回。一个春夏,一个故事,零落一段情。没有可以记录着日子的消逝,亦没有好好珍惜大好的时光。只是当漫不经心地停下脚步时,才发现日子是何等匆匆。在无忧无虑的欢声笑语中,在享受着花季雨季的烂漫情怀中,在亲人老师的关切呵护中,我们的人生就这样静静地进入了18岁。成长,对于每个人意味着什么?我想我不能回答,因为我还年轻,或许几年或者几十年后,我会回答你,但是问题的答案也许会不一样。诗人聂鲁 The wind swept through the woods, leaving the leaves of the fly, the sun changes the strength, performing the seasons of the reincarnation. A spring and summer, a story, a fall in love. There is no record of the passage of time, nor did I cherish a good time. Just when carelessly stopped, only to find that the days are so hurried. In the carefree laughter, in the enjoyment of the romance of the rainy season, in the care of relatives and teachers, our life so quietly entered the 18-year-old. What does growth mean for everyone? I think I can not answer because I’m still young, maybe a few years or decades later, I will answer you, but the answer to the question may not be the same. Poet Neru