In a long stream of time, something that had unknowingly passed quietly. We grow up, have gained. We'll grow up at the same time, has lost so many precious things. Perhaps we have not found, but in retrospect, and burst into tears.
We've lost what?
I always asked myself. Why not? is the passing of time or changes in circumstances, is also gradually increasing academic achievement, or this decaying society.
Remember, as a kid I, love swing. I like to ride on the swing, facing the wind, feel the cool wind the cheek. Between breaths and smell fragrant, flowers that are fragrant. Ears are murmuring stream "splashed" flowing sound. The foot is the soft land, formed the little green, decorated with bright red. The rise was as though I could be within reach of the azure sky, mixed with silk white, in my opinion, is the most beautiful colors.
But now, swing should have been overgrown with weeds, formed the old color is a swing. There was a time when I no longer sit on it, shake it, hear him crunch sound. Is it too childish, isn't it? at one time, as good as the color of the sky is no longer in my memories. They said pollution, but I thought maybe I just look at that sky's heart should have been different.

It is said that when someone is scolding him for no reason, he did not get angry. He said that this is tolerated. I said, this is weak. It is said that he will use his power to accomplish all of them, without anyone's help. He said that this is a strength. I mean, this is silly. It is said that as long as I want to do nothing less. He said that it is confident. I said, this is a dream. It is said that God is omnipotent, Kwame Kwame myths. He said that this is the capital. I mean, this is vanity. It has been said that this is me! I said, this is hidden from view after you!
Losing his heart to us, in this lost society of pure color, alive. Ask yourself, what's the point?! We really can only go so far, continue to hoodwink his heart and pretend I don't know, "safe and sound" to live with you?
I don't want to, I won't. We have lost. Always be retrieved, I believe that day...

在时光的长流中，有些东西，早已在不知不觉中悄悄流逝。我们在慢慢长大，有失必有得。我们再成长的同时，也失去了太多珍贵的东西。或许我们未曾发觉，却总在回想起来时，泪流满面。
我们失去的到底是什么?
我总是这样问自己。为什么不复从前?是时光的流逝，或是环境的改变，还是渐渐加重的学业，亦或是这个腐朽的社会。
还记得，小时候的我，最爱的就是秋千。我喜欢乘着秋千，迎着风，感受风拂过面颊的凉爽。呼吸间，闻到阵阵清香，那是花的芬芳。耳边，是潺潺的溪水“哗哗”的流淌声。脚下，是绵软的土地，泛起点点新绿，缀着艳丽红色。抬头，是仿佛能触手可及的蔚蓝天空，掺杂着丝丝的白，在我看来是最美的颜色。
可现在，秋千架旁早以杂草丛生，泛起的是苍老颜色。曾几何时，我不再坐上它，晃动它，听他咯吱咯吱的声响。是觉得这样的动作以太过幼稚了吗？曾几何时，天空的颜色不再是我记忆中那般美好了。他们说是环境污染了，可我觉得或许只是我看这天空的心早以不同了吧。

我们失去的到底是什么？我们失去的是自己的本心吧！
我们再也不会，在看到绚烂的烟花时，惊喜地一跃而起。或许依旧会有些许高兴，却不会再兴奋的大叫，呼喊。我们再也不会，在看到不同的东西时，天马行空地想象。或许依旧会有不同的感受，却变地一成不变。我们再也不会，在看到自己喜欢的东西时，直嚷着想要。或许依旧会想要拥有它，却不会再向爸妈撒娇，赌气。我们再也不会，在看这个世界时，保持自己最初的想法。
他们说这就是成长，是成熟的体现。可是我不这样认为。成熟应该是承担起自己应该承担的责任。成熟应该是不再让父母担心，忧心。成熟应该是能自己管好自己。这不是成熟！
我们是禁锢了自己的心，给自己的心框上了种种条框。我们是在抑制自己的心，为了所谓的面子，不让他人笑话自己的幼稚。我们在迎合别人，无时无刻不在撒谎，在对自己撒谎，欺骗自己的心。

有人说，别人在无缘无故骂了他时，他并没有反驳。他说，这是容忍。我说，这是懦弱。有人说，他会用自己的力量去完成一切的事，不靠任何人的帮助。他说，这是实力。我说，这是愚蠢。有人说，只要我想做的没什么做不到。他说，这是自信。我说，这是做梦。有人说，他无所不能，夸夸奇谈。他说，这是资本。我说，这是虚荣。有人说，这就是我！我说，这是遮住了心之后的你！
失去自己本心的我们，在这失去了原本纯正颜色的社会中，生存着。试问，有何意义？！我们真的只能如此，继续蒙蔽着心，装作什么都不知，“安然无恙”地生活下去吗？
我不想，也不愿。我们失去的。总会被找回，我相信着那一天。