Kevin Hu: The answer

Author: Hu Kaiwen, class 29 of Chengdu Seventh Middle School Junior High School

Ignorant students are looking for answers on the test papers, confused youth are looking for answers to the current life, industrious middle-aged people are looking for answers to struggle, and old people with white sideburns are looking for answers to life.

And what is the answer I'm looking for? I'm looking for colors growing up.

I think the growth is green, like a young leaf, protected by the trunk of the tree. I remember when I was three and a half years old, because of my naughtiness, I jumped on the couch at home, fell on the corner of the coffee table and injured the back of my head, bleeding more than five stitches. During the 24-hour observation period after the operation, my mother did not close her eyes all night. The "duplicitous" mother, those who are obviously called scrawled writing, low-scoring volumes, she cherishes like a treasure. She wrote down every progress, every naughtiness, every stubbornness and touch in my growth. Fish know the water grace, is the source of happiness also. When I grow up, I want to spoil her like a baby and plant a garden of succulents for her. He also accompanied her and her father around the world, slowly getting old.

I think that growing up is also pink, as beautiful as a carnation, representing the teacher's cultivation of me. One day, I suddenly fell ill and couldn't stand up. The skinny teacher sent me out of school, and to make me more comfortable, she kept tiptoeing high and resting my head on her shoulder. Several times, because of the messing around, some very important notes were lost. The next day, my bag unexpectedly had a folder with the teacher's teachings on "Grasp the Wings of Habit and Be the Best You Can Be." A piece of chalk, two sleeves of dust, a three-foot podium, and four seasons of cultivation. The teachers cling to the apricot altar, and the peach and plum are fragrant. Every year on Teachers' Day, my classmates and I will return to Mengxiao to visit my teachers and give the teachers who love me a custom Coke with their names printed on them.

I think that growth is blue, like a vast ocean with an endless sky. Young people should be full of reverie about the future and set sail. If in life, we give up the sky of self-pursuit, then how can we appreciate the philosophy of "life has suffered many hardships since ancient times, and has never been a young man"? How can you appreciate the hardships of "the sword blade comes out of the grinding, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold"? How can you feel the persistence of "the road is long and the road is long, and I will seek up and down".

"Youth must be done early, how can we grow up to be young." Youth is a flawless palette, in my opinion, youth is colorful, and the colors of growth should be as varied as it is. Painters do not need to think hard, just have dreams and work hard to achieve the most beautiful and natural paintings.

Youth is gratitude, understanding, or growth. I will also continue to search for my answers.

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