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Do you believe that a person can grow up overnight?

     With the arrival of July, we brewed poetic sentiments together, and amidst the silent tears and gentle sighs of the drizzling rain, we sang joyful songs, learning optimism…

    Momo, returning to her new school, seemed much more cheerful than before. Whenever she talked about the past, she was always deeply saddened. She said, “I’ve forgotten the year, the month, the day, the wall where I carved a face—a smiling, sorrowful face gazing at me.” She seemed to have truly let go of many things. In life, some people brush past us without us ever meeting; we meet, but don’t get to know each other; we get to know each other, but don’t become familiar; we become familiar, but still have to say goodbye. Momo said: “Thank you for those unbearable past experiences.” Now she truly understands that silence is a girl’s loudest cry. She, who used to stubbornly refuse to shed tears, had cried countless times inside. If it weren’t for that challenge, she wouldn’t have had the courage to return here. Her world was too quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, causing her to lose all the wild and innocent memories of her vibrant youth.

    Stepping into the campus of Shangjing Middle School, one is filled with hope and vitality. In the classroom of Class 2, Grade 11, a faint smile can always be seen. She is no longer the quiet, silent girl she once was; she occasionally chats and laughs with her classmates. In class, she listens attentively, sometimes taking notes, sometimes lost in thought. Momo says she is still the same person; she still likes silence and solitude, but those feelings have been gradually diluted by time. She has simply grown up overnight, understanding many things she couldn't imagine before and now must know. Time flows, and we move forward. One day, the world will smooth out your rough edges, you will pull out your thorns, you will learn to smile at people you dislike, and you will become a person who remains composed…

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