The moon is as cold as a silver mirror, and the starlight is as still as still water. I quietly stare at the sky full of stars, patiently waiting for the arrival of the Leonid meteor shower. I once heard a legend told by an old man that as long as you make a wish devoutly to a shooting star, the shooting star will help you get your wish. Thinking about this legend, I couldn't help but think of all the wishes I had made...
When I was in kindergarten, I always wanted to have sweets to eat every day, and I would pester my mother almost every day after school to ask her. Go buy candy. I also fantasized about owning a "candy house", and "candy house" became my wish. This wish was too childish, but it was sweet, because the little girl who fantasized about the "candy house" was only five years old after all.
The gears of time keep turning, and the sweet wishes gradually become tasteless. When I was ten years old, I was already a girl in the third grade. I remember when I learned that I was donating money to build a pond for the "Western Mother", I had another wish. This wish was to allow all people in the west to have access to water as soon as possible. I took my small money box and excitedly went to the post and telecommunications office to transfer money. I thought money could make my wishes come true. I once made a wish that I could have a lot of money to fulfill all my wishes... This wish was "great". In this way, my sweet wish was replaced by a "great" wish, and I grew up in this alternation.
The gears of time continue to turn, and the four spring, summer, autumn and winter in the years are like a fleeting moment. Now that I am twelve years old, I no longer long for a "candy house", nor do I fantasize about having one. A lot of money. My current wish is to study hard and be admitted to a prestigious high school. This wish is very realistic and mature, because I am twelve years old and I know how to use knowledge to change my destiny.
The gears of time will still turn endlessly. Maybe when I am in my twilight years, my wishes will change again. Maybe I hope for peace in my old age, or maybe I hope for the happiness of my children. These are all No way of knowing. But I understand that wishes change in the rotation of time gears, and I grew up in the changes of wishes, from a naive child to the person I am now.
Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the night sky. I gently made a wish to the shooting star: let my impetuous heart be refined and sublimated in the ocean of knowledge.
I know that I have grown up again after making this wish