GrowingPains

　　InMemoryofthePastDays

　　Looking

　　intothemirror,themanthereisnolongerthatlittleboysingingand

　　laughingalldaylongwithhistreasuredtoys.Instead,therestandamanwho

　　islegallyanadult,thoughheisstillimmatureandsentimental.Peoplesay

　　youthisthemostpreciousandthemostbrilliantinourlongperiodoflife,

　　andIagreewithit.Wearestronginbody,quickinmind,wearealwaysfull

　　ofpassion,energeticandhighspirited.Youthisthesuninthemorningand

　　therainbowinthesky.Wehavegrownup,suddenly.Lookingbackoftheold

　　days,itseemsbeingacollegestudentcanbesocoolandsopleasing,nomore

　　homeworkwasteyourtime,nomorecriticismspoilyourmood,nomoreignorelet

　　youdown.Wecanfindourownwayandgoonitwithoutinterference,wecando

　　whateverwewantandachievewhateverwehavedreamt.

　　Butgone

　　withit,areourindelibleyears,sweetandsour,worthrememberingand

　　unforgettable.

　　Stillrememberthedayswhendad,momandI

　　sitaroundthetable,talkingaboutallkindsofthings,abouthappinessand

　　sorrows,aboutdreamandwishes.EverytimeIamhappyandexcited,thereare

　　momanddadwithwhomIcansharethejoy.EverytimeIamupsetand

　　distressed,therearemomanddadwhosmileatmeandfuelmethepowertogo

　　forward.EverytimeIachievemylittlesuccess,it’sthemwhoencouragemeand

　　tellme“carryon”.EverytimeIputmyfootwrong,it’sthemwhopullmeback

　　andguidemetherightway.

　　Stillrememberthedaysbeingcrazywith

　　bestfriend,chasingaroundontheplayground,skippingclasstoalongwaited

　　movie,playinganinnocentprankonsomeone……thesimple,pureandtreasured

　　friendshipstartedtogrowinthatinfancyheart.

　　Stillremembergivingthegifttothatgirl

　　Ilove.Thoughdon’tknowwhatloveisandmeans.It’slikemagicwhichattract

　　youandletyouforgetallthesorrowsandsadness.Seeinghersmilebecamethe

　　besttimelifecan’tbereplaced.

　　Daysaregone.Nomorestupid,nomore

　　spoil,nomorekidding,it’sourturntostriveandfightforourdream.Little

　　bitperplexed,littlebitnervousandlittlebitexcited,notsurewhatlifeis

　　instoreofme,butnotafraid,notregret,notsad.Iwillkeepgoingand

　　nevergiveup.