I am growing day by day with an impression of the world. I know I'll be bigger. My expanse spread beneath this soil, in my sheet of leaf, the dark sunshine of the throat of my vein is stuck. I will play with the sunshine. Going from the sky to the blue will touch me sometimes, all the green color of the horizon will be mixed with my leaves, I will breathe in pure air. The year has passed. I am growing up. My strength continued to grow. The fine grass does not seem anymore. They hang in the air, I stand on the stairs, head high. The little wind does not have any fear now. I'm not so easy to fall asleep. It seems big to yourself. I am not as weak as sleeping in the dark of the night. I wake up all night. I sometimes feel destitute in this darkness. I dream of growing up next to me is another bot tree like me. The songs of the two will play a song in the pages of the two pages,
our cherished dreams will grow in the shadow of both of us. Sometimes think of what you need? I'm self-reliant I have the ability to be good.
I'm not so weak to break down so easily. I grew up I think that the distance to the sky could touch me!
Time goes on. long time . Why should older people continue to get older impressions, branches can not spread with previous strengths? It seems that the light, the wind, the vast riverfront waves will remain for a long time, and this soil will remain a witness to my expanse. Where will I go?