“成长是一扇树叶的门,童年有一群亲爱的人;春天是一段路程,沧海桑田的拥有;那些我爱的人,那些离逝的风……”成长,或许就是你在转身的一瞬间,突然明白没有所谓的感同身受;在放下电话的那一秒,发现没有什么可以让你依靠;在精疲力竭之时,只能更坚持。所有的事情只能自己一点点地经历,一点点地摸索蜗行。有人说成长是一种顿悟,在经历很多后,刹那间明白:以前的日子都是童话,以前的你生活在象牙塔中。你所付出的是徒劳,你从成长中所获得的是无奈;你所努力的是无谓,你从中只能得到一次次的打击;你所认 “Growth is a leaf door, a group of childhood dear people; the spring is some distance, the sea and sky have; those who love me, those who died of wind ... ” growth, perhaps you are turning around Suddenly, suddenly understand that there is no sense of empathy; the second of the phone down, I found nothing to make you rely on; exhausted, only insist. All things can only be a little bit of their own experience, a little bit to explore the crawl. Some people say that growth is an epiphany, after a lot of experience, an instant understanding: the previous days are fairy tales, before you live in the ivory tower. What you have paid is in vain, and what you gain from your growth is helplessness; you are hardworking, and you can only get one blow at a time; what do you think