In the process of growing up, everyone will leave some footprints.

In early spring, white clouds kept wiping the mirror of the sky. The sun shines through the leaves and hits the low bushes. The birds fly over them quickly, leaving a string of "footprints" to look for

My childhood was spent at my grandparents' home. In the spring when I was three years old, they took me to the ground to plant vegetables and taught me to separate the dog tail grass from the wheat. The dog tail grass is fluffy and the wheat is pricked. I can't confuse it. But I can't hear a word of it. When it comes to harvesting, they still confused them. They also frightened me, "Oh, you wasted the food and hard work of a year!" In fact, they collected them when I was sleeping, leaving only a little for me. I went to my neighbor's house crying and asked him to give me some wheat.

At that moment, I left the footprints of crying in my favorite countryside.

When I was older, my parents brought me back from them. It was the New Year. "Mom and Dad, there are 'flowers' in the sky. How beautiful it is! Can grandparents see it?" "Yes, they will." Mom smiled and touched my head. When the night was dim, people gradually left, and the prosperity just now had become the desolation of the city, and the yellow leaves were floating on the ground. At this time, the town was elegant, simple, and full of mysterious antiquity, with a slight damp taste.

At that moment, I left a curious "footprint" in the unknown town.

Years went by like a song. When I reached the age of primary school, I felt very happy when I entered primary school for the first time. "One (6), why is it so hard to find?" At this time, a big sister wearing a cowboy suit with the words "Happy every day" printed on her clothes smiled and asked me: "What class are you in?" "One (6)" "You will be in the next class." "Thank you!" On the way to the classroom, I was thinking that the big sister might be the teacher of our class? At the thought of this, I laughed.

At that moment, I left a "footprint" of gratitude in the happy campus.

On the road of life, I have left countless footprints, large and small