The small locust tree under the old locust tree can't thrive. One day, the old locust tree said to the little locust tree, "Son, why don't you grow taller?" Write a composition of 200 words.

I am a small locust tree. My mother always protects me from the wind and rain. Over time, I can't live without my mother's care. I don't know how to grow up and I don't want to grow up. I thought I could snuggle in my mother's arms forever and enjoy carefree happiness.

However, when I saw my friends grow up day by day, from young saplings to towering trees, I felt that my happiness was so small and humble. I can't exercise in storms and thunder like my friends, nor can I be completely bathed in the warmth of the sun. At this moment, I am no longer happy. I feel like a coward. Without my mother's protection, I can never grow up independently. However, I am eager to grow up in the wind and rain like a friend and thrive in the sun, but my mother always says, "You are too young, let my mother take care of you for a while." When I pave the way for your growth, you will grow better. "

This repressed love makes me feel suffocated. I finally got up the courage to say to my mother, "mom, please let go of your caring hand and let me try to walk by myself." Others can thrive without their mother's arms, and so can your children. Trust me, let go of your hand and let me grow up by myself. Soon, you will see my strong body being baptized in the wind and rain, and my lush branches and leaves dancing in the sun. I believe I can do it! Trust me! ! ! "