Every time,looking at the leaves fell down from the trees, overspread the entire earth, I always feel that the falling leaves are covering a big secret, and when I sweep leaves open, what I can only see is always the black asphalt road. Cloud passing overhead, I always innocently look at the sky, to see what is exposed after the cloud passing over. But I know that behind the clouds, is the sky, the immutable sky.
Every day with the same scenario, but also perform a similar script. Fate was so quiet that I almost forget it exists. So silent, so silent. What surprises me is that I am going to be a student in National University of Singapore. Apart from surprise, leaving me with a real truth, one not afraid of the old, saying: Time really flies!
Growth, just like a boat, travels in the wave. Sometimes calm, sometimes encounter huge waves. For me, the boat of my life does not have a smooth sailing, which also experiences a variety of disturbances: sweet, salty, bitter, everything there.
Turn around and suddenly find that I have gradually grown up, I do not know when, the word has been often mentioned in my mind. Once upon a time that growing up is so scaring and exciting; only know that when I grow up, I can fly higher and farther. By this time, when I really face it now, I suddenly feel an inexplicable confusion about what to do. I am worried that if I can fully understand the extraordinary meaning of growing up, but I understand that it means responsibilities. Perhaps the growth in itself is a responsibility of duty. When everyday gradually disappeared in the dim and quiet of the night, I often caught in endless memories. In retrospect, the wishes that have been made and the beautiful promise, and the perseverance and tireless efforts, all of these memories become my careful collection.
Yes, the growth records the pain and joy, engraved in my mind. During the 17 years in my life, I walk with the growing footprint, step by step, becoming mature toward my future.
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Your words are beautiful and full of sorrow. I envy you because you still have the time and feeling to observe nature and record your emotions but i have lost it. Keep it! However, do be optimistic!
ReplyDeleteAfter your blog, I finally get aware of why you look so sad!
ReplyDeleteI could hardly found any clues to describe you with the adjective "sentimental" before. But now I changed my mind.
You know how jealous we are that you are only 17 years old, so young a boy!
Growth is one we will all experience. Don't be afraid but embrace the possibilities and opportunities! Besides, age can't mean much I think. So please don't always be sad :)
ReplyDeleteAs your deskmate for nearly three month, i always thought you were not a sad man. After reading your blogger, i find under your optimistic apperance is a sad heart. Maybe i should learn about you from the beginning.
ReplyDeleteYour writing reads nostalgia surfacing in your thoughts. They are well expressed, and I feel a sense of coming of age, a realisation that 'hey, here I am a grown-up man. How do I like it?' Not so sure. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYour writing reads nostalgia, a sense of suddenly finding that you are now a man, no longer an adult. We grow up, some of us more aware of our senses. You are very aware of yourself. Well writtne.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! You are in the best time of your life. I am so envy about you because you are so young and have more time than most of us. Laugh loudly, wish your seveteen be a wonderful time!
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