"Grown " this each word, believe we are not unfamiliar. A lot of people think, growing is a very lengthy process; But I think however, grow to be in only sometimes one instantly. The lifetime of a person can have a turning point, from innocent and babyish mature to the trend, that is engraved, it is your grown mark.
“长大”这个个字眼，相信我们都不陌生。有很多人认为，成长是一个很漫长的过程；但我却认为，成长有时只在一刹那间。一个人的一生都会有一个转折点，从天真幼稚到走向成熟，那刻，就是你长大的标志。
It is that rain, make me grown. That is a night, I walk out of interest class, the knock with so big ruthless raindrop is worn the earth. Of day north heavy, seem to be being enveloped by the net of my day of day of a piece of block, do not give a light fully. Ground of in twos and threes is supporting fellow students umbrella, have in rain say those who laugh to have going. I, did not carry an umbrella, be obliged to stay to stand slow-wittedly in school gate mouth, father's form is sought in thickly dotted crowd. Gradually, crowd little is diffuse, father, did not appear from beginning to end, I am a little urgent, will answer ground pace to wear back and forth in school gate mouth pace. The look around with my homeward ceaseless direction, can see the traffic light that crossroad twinkles dimly only however. I want more furious more, then flat risking rain to rush, trend the way home. Icy drip-drop falls on my head, slide down hair silk again cheek, rainwater makes I some are opened do not open his eyes, but I or stubborn ground are going...
就是那场雨，让我长大了。那是一个夜晚，我走出兴趣班，偌大的雨点毫不留情的敲击着大地。天阴沉沉的，好像被一张遮天蔽日的网笼罩着，透不出一丝光亮。同学们三三两两地撑着伞，在雨中有说有笑的走着。我，没有带伞，只得呆呆地立在校门口，在密密麻麻的人群中搜寻爸爸的身影。渐渐地，人群一点点散开了，爸爸，始终没有出现，我有些急了，在校门口来来回回地踱着步。我向家的方向不停的张望，却只能依稀看到十字路口闪烁的红绿灯。我越想越气愤，于是干脆冒着雨冲出来，走向回家的路。冰凉的雨滴落在我的头上，又顺着发丝滑落到脸颊，雨水使我有些睁不开眼，但我还是倔强地走着……
Far, a dim figure broke into my line of sight, there is an umbrella in individual hand then, fast at a gallop, I am brushed with the hand brush an eye, think those who look is more clear. He leaves me closer and closer gradually, I look clear eventually, that is father! I see the body that father trembles then, the fully wet hair that is drenched by rainwater then, na Gong is full of angst and anxious double eye swollenly, he pants to say at the same time at the same time " the child, I am sorry, father attends a meeting delayed next, come late, see you did not give what job, I was at ease. Fast, hit an umbrella, we come home. " " father, why don't you open an umbrella will receive me? "Father has some of undemonstrative laugh unexpectedly, say: "Hitting an umbrella originally at the beginning, later, open an umbrella run too slow... my tear does not know when to mixing pluvial stream already full double buccal, I thank this rain, mask my tear, thank this rain, let me understand father love.
远处，一个模糊的身影突然闯入了我的视线，那个人手中拿着伞，快速的奔跑着，我用手擦擦眼睛，想看的更加真切。他渐渐离我越来越近了，我终于看清，那是爸爸！我看见爸爸那颤抖的身体，那被雨水淋的透湿的头发，那红肿的充斥着焦虑与担忧的双眼，他一边喘气一边说“孩子，对不起，爸爸开会耽误了下班，来晚了，看到你没出什么事，我就放心了。快，打上伞，我们回家。”“爸爸，你为什么不打伞来接我？“爸爸居然有些腼腆的笑了笑，说：“一开始本来打着伞的，后来，打伞跑得太慢了……我的泪水早已不知何时混着雨水流满双颊，我感谢这场雨，掩盖我的眼泪，感谢这场雨，让我读懂了父爱。
That momently, I was brought up.
那一刻，我长大了。