Prose poem describing children's growth Part I: Growth is sometimes an instant. Author: Wan Qing
Youth brushed my cheek,
We are used to dependence.
Afraid of wind and rain eroding the pure white of the soul
But unconsciously caught filariasis.
Oral silence
Looking at your toes reflects your escape from yourself.
Don't want to have so many worldly things to bear.
Why do teenagers get old?
The so-called talent is just the helplessness you taught me.
I glanced at the scenery.
But never keep the past.
Gradually forget in memory
Sometimes, I find my own track in an instant.
Growing up taught me to give up and also taught me to have.
Growth is nothing more than making the bitter water you swallow sweet in your memory.
Prose 2 describing children's growth: the journey of growth, if you think too much, you will inevitably be tired.
Too much care will inevitably lead to pain.
Too much load is bound to collapse.
It will hurt if you can't let it go.
What you get is bound to be lost.
Can you try not to think when you don't?
Try to put down what you don't need to care about.
If you can't bear it, try not to bear it.
Try not to keep what you should give up.
Try to cherish what you can get.
Learn to face it calmly.
Learn to be optimistic and tolerant.
Learn to be brave.
Learn to accept it calmly.
Don't say it hurts, learn to bear it yourself.
Don't say anything when you are suffering, learn to bear it yourself.
If you love, don't say it, learn to understand.
If you hate it, don't say it. Learn to be tolerant.
What we want is the process of love.
What we want is to learn to bear the pain of wrong experiences.
Don't say anything when you are suffering, learn to bear it yourself.
If you love, don't say it, learn to understand.
If you hate it, don't say it. Learn to be tolerant.
What we want is the process of love.
What we want is the wrong experience. We want to be tired, not free and easy.
What we want is bitter growth.
There are no undefeated flowers
There is no sunset that never sets.
There is no youth that is not old.
There is no growth at no cost.
What we want is this journey of life that is not pale.
Prose poem describing children's growth Part III: A growing man is his own snake.
Man is his own eagle.
Who in the world won't write it down?
Tomorrow without expectation
If you lose all your childhood toys,
I lost my innocence.
Innocence in the eyes of adults
Seeing yourself so terrible
Will suspect
That is the reality.
Or everything in my dreams.
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