I don't know when, the heart will have a matter of heart, thin notepad more than a small lock, speak and do more a cautious, less a naivety and impulsive, and get along with the people learned how to be careful to be on guard.
I don't know if it's true that the more people grow up, the more pressure they have to bear, and the more they can't do things as simply and smoothly as when they were young.
As we get older, we no longer indulge in the games of the past. The hourly game has long been unfamiliar to us. Hour Hou's hook hand, a hundred years will not change, for us has long been a joke, now we never dare to give people any commitment, and the past everything has long been history. In a sudden look back only to find that all this has long been away from you.
Yesterday and Yue for a small matter of trouble, today and Yue met still maintain a "distance", I know and Yue fell out, it is not possible to be like the same hours, this morning fell out, the afternoon can still hold hands together to play. As we grow older, we are no longer childish and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes do wrong, no matter whose fault, will not easily apologize to anyone. Falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but rather, there will be an additional embarrassment between each other, and after a long time, there will be an additional layer of diaphragm. "Time can wash away everything?" But can it wash away the conflicts that had existed between Yue and me?
Today, after saying goodbye to Ming with tears, Ming embarked on the northbound train, and from then on, it will be separated by one side, that the so-called "difficult to see each other when it is difficult to say goodbye" in this farewell only occasion embodiment of the best, it is precisely because of the pain of the parting of the pain, only to make us more cherish the reunion that we now have.
Gradually growing up, we have their own ideals and pursuits, who will not stay too long for a certain unnecessary station, it is because of the pursuit of our past and then good friends now have to be separated, good may be better later, not good may be seen later will be like strangers.
The last monthly examination, the army achieved the first title in the class, the vanity has been extremely inflated, the popularity of the "hit", and the city is "brave" the penultimate class of the "throne of the champion! ", the results of such an examination, the city did not shed tears, because know the man has tears do not play lightly, to flow can only flow to the heart. So, the city in the class demented for a few days.
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Growing up is like this, there are laughs and cries, there are sadness and happiness and also have a reunion. In the rush of passing years, we get to lose are too much, every victory smile, every aggrieved cry, make us know a lot of good. In the days with friends, we learned to tolerate, sad tears, we learned to get up, after the achievement, we learned to be modest. `````
Behind everyone's growth, there is a story that belongs to oneself, that is a story written with smiles, tears, successes, and failures as the music score.
2 Hourly me, innocent. I also made a lot of jokes, and now I think about it, I still remember it.
Mom and dad are very busy, I was two and a half years old on the kindergarten class. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with a high school diploma or a high school diploma, but I'm sure I've never seen one. One day, when the children were drawing, I was shaking my chair and playing. As I was shaking the chair, it collapsed and I hit the corner of the table, my teeth made a hole in my tongue, and the skin on my lips was scratched, bleeding bright red. I couldn't put on any medicine or bandage, so I had to endure it. I didn't shed a tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, and I went to kindergarten as usual.
When I first learned to speak, my mother told me to talk when I saw someone I knew. Women who were about the same age as my mom were called "aunts," and those who were about the same age as my grandmother were called "grandmothers."...... Another day, when kindergarten was over, I went over to the school where my grandmother worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what I called them. My eyes widened as I watched, some called me "auntie" and some "grandma". Teacher Ren came over to me and asked me what I called her, and after half a day's scrutiny, I realized that she was older than my mother and younger than my grandmother, so I invented an ad hoc name for her: "Ah Niang". When I called her "Nana," everyone in the room laughed. To this day I still call her "Nana".
When I was in the first grade, I started learning how to use the computer from my grandmother. I learned how to type Chinese characters, organize pages in word, edit various forms in excel, and make simple electronic newsletters in word! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free e-mail address on the Internet, applied for an "elementary school students online composition book", composition book already have dozens of my "masterpiece". Recently, I wrote "Changes" which has been published on the website of "Online Essay Writing for Primary School Students".
One day after school before this summer vacation, I was looking for information on the Internet in the school's computer room. The English teacher (my master, he taught my father, so I call him that) asked me to find him English practice questions for the middle grades. I used "Baidu" and quickly found it. I opened the file and saw that it was a zip file. I downloaded it to the E drive first, and when it was finished, I found it and unzipped it. The master took a look at the topic and said, "Linlin, this is it. Line up the pages and type it out on the printer." I did what Master said. The teachers gathered nearby looked at it and said, "This little thing, it's better than all of us!" I was very pleased to hear the teachers' praise. But I was never proud of myself, and I had to keep working hard.
Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are wonderful memories for me.