From croaking to babbling, I grew up with me. When I called my mother with milk, a warm smile appeared on her face and cheeks. I can dress myself, and my father said comfortably, "Dear daughter, grow up!" " Until I hold a thick dictionary to look up unfamiliar words, until I clumsily put the dishes on the table, I can hear my parents say, "Dear daughter, grow up!" " "When I grow up, I can make my mother who works day and night laugh happily and let my father who runs day and night rest. Mother's smile is her happiness; Dad's gentle breathing is my success. Therefore, I said: growth is a kind of happiness.
I was unwilling to fight with milk since I was a child. The theory of childhood is that I don't want to compete with Niu Bao for a good mother. It hurts to see others picking flowers when they are young. The naive theory is that flowers hurt people. Since I was a child, I didn't understand why small raindrops fell from the sky and why fish didn't drown in the water ... So I hugged my father's neck and pestered my sister to ask why after school ... Over time, when I read this knowledge from books and learned to analyze it with my more and more rational thinking, I solved one childhood problem after another, and I smiled comfortably after knowing the answer. More and more rational thinking is growth, so I said, ".
The ups and downs of growing up let us know about this colorful world. In our youth, we will feel more and know more. Isn't this a kind of happiness? Therefore, I added: "Growth is indeed a kind of happiness."