The seasons of growing

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It seems tranquil in the night. The stars in the void sky are looking at the old city.I am sitting on the edge of flowerbed, looking at the pedestrians who are passing by. Suddenly a feeling with terror comes out of my heart, but I don"t know why. I am a 19-year-old girl.The age of nineteen,which is full of dream,is always to be rainy.I can"t understand why I have had an inherent rebel.Some things should not happen in this time,but they have come.I am making a lot of mistakes,though I don"t want to violate. The passing through which can"t be obliterated often emerges in my dreams.Maybe the passing throtgh is also a kind of gain.When I was spending all that the world had given me wastefully with my rebel, I didn"t know that was killing my youth.How foolish! There are always a lot of things that we have done can"t be accepted. The age of severnteen,the year fuul of dreams and hopes is like a blank,which is waithing for us to dye and exploit. Colorful space only belongs to us.So we care for enough confession,thirst for independence and risking.But we may be stopped by our parents,our friends and teachers.They will always say that,"Oh my dear,don"t do that.Your are too young.""But we will not take the words in,because we are young and lively.However, the problem is that we often fail.The young heart can"t bear so much self to be brave enough to conf every problem."Don"t lose heart!"" I say to myself.However it is,that is the growing.In the period,we are enjoying the dreams which are not based on reality.In the period,we like crying for feelings such as happiness.This time we are always doing as the host as if the world doesn"t exist at all. I have been steady since I said goodbye to my nineteenth.We don"t know what is the youth adulthood. Maybe the rose which has not been in full blossom is also very beautiful. I feel afraid while the tears are falling down from my eyes.The youth adulthood is so easy to die away,and never return again.Then we are not young any longer.