Looking for poems about growth

When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up quickly.

I don't know the beauty of my childhood until I grow up.

When I was a child, I pretended to be an adult and naive.

It's funny to pretend to be a child when you grow up.

Children play house without guessing.

When I grow up, I find it hard to find a bosom friend.

Fall in love and break up if you want to meet again.

There is no reason to send an urgent telegram.

Parents want their children to grow up quickly.

When I grow up, I find myself getting old first.

Sometimes I say stupid things: it will be much better soon.

If you don't grow up all your life, the world will turn upside down.

Who can tell me, when ice falls in love with fire, is it the end of the world?

Our happiness, happy us.

Blowing in the wind, just for the past years

May day, I think too much. ......

Start saying to yourself, I don't know, I don't want to know. ...

When I finally got a sail, I forgot my dream of sailing. ...

I can't run freely in another sky. ...

If sadness is inexplicable, it is artificial to look at other people's sadness.

A bloody rose blooms in my heart ... I forgot to water it, and it's delicate and charming. ...

The night wind is cool, and I forgot a very important thing. Does it matter? probably ......

The past is gone, a blank.

Heaven to hell is just a turning distance.

Forever did not eventually become forever. Forever becomes forever.

Wait, wait, wait wait for ......

Actually happiness is a beautiful legend.

I have a headache at the thought of things that should make people feel happy. ...

If I can be stupid, can I be fast?

So Adam and Eve still exist, and people usually call them fools.

Love may not exist, but not too much.

I can feel too much, but I can't live without it.

Don't say never, just a child.

He said that when he grew up, his hands still smelled of lollipops.

I became depressed. Why does it keep raining?

Tears stopped and I began to learn to flow back to my heart.

If I can, I would rather fall in love with a street.

What kind of story?

Oh, I forgot everything ... (all of the above, just remember these)