When I was young, you used to accompany me, dancing in my eyes and gliding on my face until you were too tired to jump, until you were too tired to flow.
when I was a child, you still loved to fly in my face. For a candy, for a doll ... Dad's yelling is like thunder and rain, and you skyrocket in my eyes; Mother's care is like a warm spring day, and the wetlands flowing through are all green and flowers are in full bloom.
when you grow up, you rarely come to walk on my face, no longer for sugar, no longer for dolls, no longer for dad's scolding. But you still came, quietly, in the middle of the night, under the covers, you overflowed from the bottom of my heart and fell from my face. At this time, the sobbing accompanied you and saw you off. At this time, I have more bitterness in learning and more heaviness in life. Tears flow, and a question often pops up from my heart: "Do you choose to be strong or weak?"
now, you come to accompany me again. Every time I & alone, I feel wronged and sad&; Wait, it's all you who comfort me, gently and softly. You wash my heart and soothe my wounds. You tell me that there will be a rainbow after the rain, and the sun will rise again tomorrow. You say, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
You helped me open my dusty heart and let me see the vast sky. When I was depressed, you showed me the love of my parents, the care of my teachers and the trust of my classmates. You taught me integrity, courage and firmness. Through tears, I clearly see pink hope.
"Oh, tears, tears are my experience, the taste of growing up; Tears, tears flowing through countless nights, the taste of heartache. Dry your tears and forget everything. Tears are sour, tears are sweet, tears are bitter, tears are spicy, tears are yesterday, tears are the future ... "