Essay 1

I remember when I was in junior high school, I was watching cartoons at home, and the content played on the TV was "Doraemon". My mother smiled and said to me: "How old are you and still watching cartoons?" I answered without thinking: "What's wrong with watching cartoons? They are so good, I will watch them when I grow up and when I am old."

Now I think about it, it is really sad. Everyone was a child, but no one can escape the fate of being grabbed by the giant hand of "growing up". It will bind you tightly and deprive you of what you once had, naughty, innocent, straightforward...

There is no way, you can only make compromises and slowly get used to its existence. When you get used to it, you can open up a small world of your own in the narrow space squeezed by the giant hand.

The road to opening up is often full of difficulties and obstacles, and you will encounter endless obstacles. When you are unable to solve it, it is inevitable that you will hide in a corner and cry alone. At this time, you can't help but gather those dim memory fragments in your mind, and all the dimness will merge into a bright galaxy, shining brightly. You will sigh: It was so beautiful before, how come it has become like this now? How nice it would be if time could go back?

However, not everyone has a friend like Doraemon, and not everyone can take out a time machine from their pocket.

After the fantasy, when you come to your senses, you will realize with horror that you are no longer a teenager.

ps: Yesterday was Children's Day, and I was inspired. Who is not a child? It's a pity that those will eventually pass away, but I still wish everyone to keep a childlike heart forever. Suddenly I remembered a line from the song "Dust in Fireworks": There is an old child living in my heart.

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