Suddenly look back, that we have already grew up, when the word, 18 has often hung in the mouth. Once upon a time, that is so sacred 18 years old, only know when we grow up, can fly. But now, when I really must face it, when suddenly feel a vague unprepared. I worry about whether oneself can fully understand 18 this ordinary digital contain rich connotations, but I understand, 18 means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! High school years, we spent six years before the flowering, 17 in the rainy season. Once in the confusion, and in quiet sighed for yourself in confusion and calm, we grow up. Hence, began to use my own brain to think about everything around, perhaps this is shallow, but we should not blindly follow a group of pride, to the child with reason and mature farewell once young ignorant. 18 is an end, is a start. At this moment, and lost, in pursuit of the conversion between, we feel happy, also experiencing pain. Almost all of the pain comes from the dream. When we tasted suffering to realize your dream, finally, it joy appreciate that: pain, often breeds happy seeds. This is not an easy growth, pain and sufferings, is not bad, we know that, when reality cannot change, we shall timely change, but we have always loved with real bargain, because we love the world, the happiness and warmth and love and pain of the world. In the process of growing up, we learned that you, for we cannot untie those small knot, we learned to smile, to appreciate beauty of it. Because we know that just graciously turned, can find new and beautiful scenery. Growth is a pain, but I don't want to let it leave scar. Growth is a metamorphosis, experienced hardships to break cocoon. In the growth of the road is often lonely, to learn in no one's time to give ourselves. Don't worry, fear brave, frankly, facing the growth of everything for yourself in the faith, encouragement, give yourself to yourself. In the growth of the journey, we need is calm, quiet, bravely facing. Standing on the threshold of the adult, the eyes of the young people are still may face. Young, bright eyes, revealed a cynical smile, lonely lurk gentle sadness. Maybe this is sad to grow, rejoice, frustrated with relief, noise with halcyon. Once the bitter memories of the day, in the picture, has a fragrance. Whenever night with lightsome pace shanshan, the flourishing and noisy, and gradually disappeared in the quiet night, I often into the boundless memory. In memory, the promise of desire and beautiful promises that grasping the persistence and unremitting efforts, the blade into my happiness, elaborate collect. Yes, the pain and growth record, grow under the engraved along the footprint, step by step, we become mature and future.