My life in the fourth grade of junior high school has said that the human spirit should undergo such a transformation: from a camel to a lion, and from a lion to a child.

At that time, the carriage of time unknowingly drove towards the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and I, who was ignorant, gradually realized its meaning. Maybe I am just a camel that has just started on the road, but I have never given up the desire to become a lion.

There is that expectation of returning to innocence...

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I am willing to be a camel. The baggage of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year is carried on my body unconsciously.

Everything seems to be the same as before, but the fact is that it is changing every day, and little by little the heaviest burden is placed on our shoulders.

It's not heavy homework or exam papers filled with regrets, but pressure from deep within, or a kind of fear.

It was as if I had immediately fallen from the ideal height to the reality of the earth. I was painfully accustomed to all this - the fierce fighting of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge. Even the air was much thicker than before.

In the end, I finally saved myself from the abyss of falling, because I told myself that this is the weight and the necessity of life.

Although the smile is still a bit far-fetched, I am no longer hesitant.

I am willing to be a camel, but what I carry on my back is not a heavy baggage, but my dreams.

Desire to be a lion If you are a camel, you have to walk steadily, but who says that a camel must not have the desire to be a lion?

What's more, it's a camel carrying dreams?

The fourth day of the Lunar New Year itself is a war without gunpowder, and I really want to send out a clear cry in this yellow sand sky. Even if I can't stand on the top of the honor, at least I can prove my strength.

So I look at every failure and cherish every success, because all of them contain wet opportunities.

How I long to be a lion, not to make the whole forest tremble for me, but to release the emotions surging deep in my heart.

Never forget to be a child. The life in the fourth grade of junior high school made me remember a lot, but it also made me forget - my most pure happiness.

In fact, why bother?

Sometimes you might as well go back to childhood and let life return to life.

I will also find some excuses to forgive myself, but that is no longer self-deception; I will also find some opportunities to relax myself, but that is no longer laziness.

How I wish to be a child again, watching the leisurely clouds, the vastness of the sky, and being happy for a little bit of happiness.

In fact, what’s so difficult about it?

As long as I maintain a little innocence and enjoy the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the struggle, then, even on the darkest fourth day of the Lunar New Year, I can still receive the gifts from life.

Don’t forget to be a child, I always tell myself.

Even if you leave a piece of pure white in your mind - perfect, it is also the ultimate.

Transforming bit by bit and growing step by step, my life in the fourth grade of junior high school can be so full of charm.