I lived my childhood in a carefree way, but in such a life there is no pride, but all the joys of childhood come to the surface. I think, just grow up slowly.
Spring sprouting
In the spring childhood is spent in the park. In the warm spring breeze, sunny days, to the park lawn to feel the warmth of the sunshine, and the lawn is interspersed with small white flowers, and butterflies fluttering, smell the flowers, as if they are a heroine in a story.
Summer fever
In the hot summer, coupled with the boring vacation, hey ~ really is nothing to do. Every vacation is either at home on the Internet or shopping with friends, to the outside is the hot sun, make people feel dizzy. Summer is not like
Autumn miss
Autumn is a special season, give everyone a different feeling. For me the fall does make me miss a lot of things, every fall to usher in a new life, and now in the fall will be in high school, the original play in school, said after graduation who do not want anyone, the result is just graduated a day in the miss them, but also consider how to adapt to the new life, will not make up for it, so that learning becomes simple. Fall is more special.
Winter Power
There is no static time in childhood, and childhood in winter is less cold. Winter is very painful, because the New Year's family reunion, so it has to ask the students' grades, then we have to prepare for the final exams, or we have to become the object of parental education, but in fact, sometimes I think it's not so tired, and can be happy in the midst of bitterness
Childhood, all the joy that should be there are obtained, the joy of childhood as if it were in front of the eyes and buried in the heart.
I want to grow up slowly like this.
Slowly grow up_450 words 2Youthful self, has long been slowly growing, once folded thousands of paper cranes, has long faded away the past glory; immature ideas, also with the time faded; made a wish, but also realized, so we slowly grow up ......
That day, the family began to clean up. Inadvertently I saw the clothes of my childhood, looks small and exquisite, clothing and the flavor of childhood, light milk fragrance, pouncing on the nose. I will laugh out loud, compared to today's clothing is much larger, and adults wear the general big, above is no longer that milk flavor, but a light fresh youthful breath.
And saw the childhood, teeth when the storybook, above the story, childish page brief. There is also a childhood masterpiece, a picture book that has been scribbled. I couldn't help but smile, bringing back quite a few happy childhood memories! Nowadays, there are no more pictures in the book, only long and deep Chinese culture, doodle book, there is no sign of scribbling, only the rules of scribbling.
When I was a child, the doll, has lost its luster, and not soft, that is the favorite doll. Now long since spurned.
There are also photos of babies, their features are how green, tender, smile teeth jagged, hair is not neat, and now, the features want to come to three-dimensional, mature, began to pay attention to the appearance, pay attention to the hairstyle, clothes, shoes. Parents buy clothes, shoes began to slowly reject and far away.
In contrast, childhood, no dream, do not even know what is a dream, only know that the ants will move, do not know why they will move. Know that the sun will rise, but do not know from which side to rise ...... and now have a dream, but also a big good big dream, know why the ants move, know that the sun is rising from the east ......
Could it be that this is growth? Yes, that's right, I don't realize that in the step by step growth, we got a lot, but lost the carefree innocence as a child, just like this, we slowly grow up.
Slowly growing up_450 words 3I remember that day, I was carrying my backpack humming a little song, bouncing back home, and saw my grandma asked: Grandma, one divided by three is equal to how much? Grandma immediately answered: of course it's one-third! Seeing her fall into the trap, I said excitedly: haha! You're wrong! It's zero-three-three-three-three! Grandma was deliberately dumbfounded, and my father squatted down, picked me up, easily lifted me above his head, winked at me, and said: Yes! A smile spread across our father and son's faces in unison. That year, I was in second grade.
My dad, at that time, was my idol! I thought he was so cool that he could do anything. Difficult math problems, he was overnight; complex toy instructions, he understood; he was tall and powerful, sitting on his shoulders, I can look at the world; he was as fast as flying, family running competitions, he will always be the undisputed first! Every night, our father and son are head to head to study math problems, he is always tired of explaining to me, some of the problems in fact only need a little bit of enlightenment I understand, but Dad likes to trace the source of the local to me in detail with the rise in grade, I sometimes find ways to find some difficult problems, trying to do it, but they are all cracked by him one by one, it is invincible!
I don't know from when, I have less time to contact with my dad. Mom said his unit is busy, often less than two days a week home for dinner. At night when he came home and mom whispered, I have long entered the dreamland I want to communicate with dad many of the topics are lost in the dream. More often than not, it was the study where I was alone with my homework while mom read a book. At that time, my favorite book was Braun's comic book "Fathers and Sons", which reminded me of playing and studying with my dad . I finally realized inescapably: just like that, I slowly grew up.
The night is getting a little deeper, only the moonlight army is still so clear, and the warm wind quietly blew away the hot breath. This scene, only let me remember seemingly broken non-broken Hu sound.
When I was a kid, the sound of Hu was moisturizing my heart.
In those days, every seven o'clock, the melodious sound of the Hu would ring in my grandfather's room. Even then I knew nothing about the D major `G major in his mouth, and could not tell the difference between a do and a treble do, but the melodious sound of the instrument, and grandpa's hands that seemed to be dancing in the void, can only be said to be amazing. Grandpa loved to play the erhu, but maybe even he didn't realize that his preference, too, had influenced me.
When I was about 8 years old, the experience finally made me determined to bring up the huqin.
From hearing to writing to playing, Grandpa turned an unfamiliar piece of music into a detailed book of sheet music, and then into a section of hu sound. This is the first time I've ever seen him play a huqin, and I've never seen him play a huqin before. I still remember one time, he pointed out my problem in a simple and clear way: "You, the pitch is spot on, but the rhythm is a mess. It's like doing something without a general idea, even if the details are perfect, the framework is still a mess, so what's the use?" He smiled and patted me on the back. With that he smiled and patted me on the shoulder. I marveled at my grandfather's superb attention to pacing, but at the same time resolved to correct the problem. In fact, in my life afterward, I paid attention to the framework and details of the harmony everywhere. Gradually, the sound of my instrument began to resemble and overlap with that of my grandfather's, and the philosophy of life that my grandfather taught me from playing the zither, "focus on the frame before the details," has remained in my heart for a long time.
Later, when my grandfather fell ill, I didn't play the erhu for a long time. I was in front of the box that day, and somehow I couldn't stop thinking about it. I eagerly opened the box and lifted the ebony erhu.
The sound of the piano in my ears, in the sound of the piano and teachings, I, slowly growing up.
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In the blink of an eye, it has come to the second semester of the first year, as if yesterday is still elementary school in the playground with classmates to play together, think carefully about those things in childhood, it is really hard to forget.
Every time you go to the intersection of the elementary school, you can not help but go in to see, sitting on the flower beds, the picture of the past will always be in front of my eyes, go to the steps, and can not help but think of the time quietly through the garden to the playground playground scene.
Walking to the school building, in front of an office, a teacher seems to be criticizing a student, the student's face is very ugly, the teacher used to be so disciplined me, but now think about it, but it is my unforgettable precious memories.
Walked to the playground, some students are cleaning up, seriously packing soda bottles, it turned out to be a lively sports meeting just ended.
Unbidden, in front of my eyes appeared at that time the appearance of our Games, the students who participated in the game with a number on the body, the sound of the gun, like a shooting star to start running. We all shouted "Go, go", and we were looking forward to crossing the step hard to win the honor for our class.
On the road to growth, the company of teachers and classmates is indispensable, classmates accompanied by your side, together with the out and in, the teacher's teachings are also unforgettable.
So slowly grow up, and classmates, friends and teachers together, slowly grow up. Out of the school gate, some students are at the door of the kiosk to buy snacks, their happy look, as if and we used to be the same.
Now has begun the life of secondary school students, we are no longer elementary school students, to grow up.
On the road to growth is so slowly growing up, sweet and sour in my mind, never forget, slowly growing up.
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Tick, tick, tick, slowly turning the hour hand also turned uncountable how many times, in that familiar path, we jumped in the difficulties in the joy we slowly grew up
I once fell to the ground, the pain of tears how can not think of growing up after I was so strong; now I am faced with this piece of fresh, how can not think of how curious I was when I was a child
I once fell to the ground, pain in tears how can not think of growing up after I was so strong; now I face this new, how can not think of how curious I was when I was a child. I can't imagine how curious and naive I was as a child, and with time day by day, year by year, now I have grown up ......
Along the road that I often walk, often go to the place that seems to be looking for traces of growth, the breath of childhood. Passing by the open field, the brain projected the 'eagle catching chickens' scenario, a few children one by one pulling the front of the person in front of the corner of the coat, which the foremost naturally is the 'chicken mother' with our jumping and jumping, even if the fall is only a cry, wipe away the tears and stand up and then play. Even if we fell, we just cried a little, wiped away our tears and stood up again to continue to play. Back home mom can always see a full of dirt but reveals a lovely childish smile, and I was scolded on everything; across the field, to the piece of vegetable field, there is a small stream, the ground is full of mud, looking at this clear stream, I seem to see a few naughty children, take the firecrackers buried in the soil, with a little fire, just listen to the "bang" sound, explode out of the firecrackers. "sound, blew out a big pit, blew out a" mud man "in the creek wash the soil on the body, and surprised to find the stream in the naughty tadpoles, a few of us will bring them back to their own small house, and then come back to see them but disappeared, we looked everywhere and could not find, that Not my growing footprints, and I'm so slowly growing up ......
I am unknowingly, happy and happy slowly growing up.
There are a lot of beautiful scenery on the way to grow up. Of course, the really beautiful scenery, certainly can not be easily seen ......
The joyful summer vacation is coming again, but how can such a long vacation without homework? The happy at the same time there is a pile of homework pressure, which makes every child is not happy.
July and the beginning of August, I was in a "war" with homework. In August, I finally "beat" my homework, and my dad decided to reward me by taking me to Huan Cui Lou.
This day early in the morning, we ate breakfast on the stride into the Huan Cui Building, I and my father to go up, but walked for a while on the panting. "But only walked less than a quarter of it, I can climb to the top of the mountain?" I muttered in a low voice, my father heard and said: "How can you see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? Your teachers often say that perseverance is the key to success." I think it is right, so I followed my father to climb to the top of the mountain. Dad took me to climb a mountain without a road, the mountain is dark and steep, can not see the end, it is full of weeds and trees, but even so, I decided to try. Dad and I, you pulled me up and I pulled you down, and every footprint we left behind was, to me, the result of our efforts. Finally, we all climbed to the top of the mountain. We looked at the blue sky, a few birds playing in the air, the refreshing wind blew away all the troubles, everything is so silent and beautiful.
Thank you, Effort, you let me see the most beautiful scenery on the road to growth.
Also thank you, Dad, thank you for just accompanying me to grow up slowly.
Slowly growing up_450 words 8I have a home, a happy home, there is a father and mother, and a happy me.
When I was little, people always said, "Jing Jing, how happy you are!" But I think I am very ordinary, and others live the same. So I was always curious and asked my dad, "Dad, what is happiness?" Dad always stroked my head and smiled without saying anything.
Growing up a little more, I stopped asking that fruitless question. At that time, the family didn't have much money, but I had to eat a lot. I remember once, my mother and I live in my grandmother's house, the night, I made a fuss to eat sugar, my mother went to the top of the rain to get me home to get sugar, and when I came home I was already asleep ...... I hazily feel: I am very happy.
On the elementary school, my family is also rich, every time you make meat, parents always put the first largest piece to me, my bowl, exquisite dishes piled up into a small mountain, ah, parents are not do not like to eat but they love me too much, always put the best to me, I understand a little bit of the meaning of happiness, but also never uttered a mouth.
Third grade, one night, my body cold, the quilt is no temperature at all, my father was in a hurry, carry me to the hospital, watching the doctor gave me a shot before breathing a sigh of relief, guarding me to fall asleep, I woke up in the morning, I saw my father lying on a chair asleep, a feeling of happiness flowed through my heart.
Unconsciously, I went to junior high school, and my parents have more conflicts, not as close as the original, in that parent-teacher conference, I stood next to my father, let my father sit in the chair, suddenly, I found a white hair in my father's black hair, which touched my heart, yes, my parents are old, I grew up, I grew up happily under the wings of my parents. My parents have paid so much for me, but I don't know how to be grateful, a never-before-seen sense of happiness and guilt all over my body.
I want to say to all the parents in the world: "Thank you, you gave us life, gave us love, gave us happiness!"
I want to say to my parents, "Thank you for giving us life, giving us love, giving us happiness."
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When we grew up from short to slowly grow taller, when we went from childish to mature, when we went from young and ignorant to more knowledgeable. Have we ever thought that we are slowly growing up all the time?
Looking back, it seems to be close at hand, perhaps out of reach - this day, from the basement accidentally turned out a first-grade paper, above a big red "96" printed on it, think carefully, this is the first grade! I thought it was the first exam of the first grade, and also the first exam of my life. At that time, I consciously examined well, back home to show off cheerfully, but by the parents of nearly two hours of words, to this day, I still do not know why - the past is vivid, but still only "past", only as a memory of growing up. Turning over the paper, I looked at the questions that were not worth thinking about, but I do not know why I was wrong; just as I recall my childhood, but I do not know why I did those things that I now think are childish to the extreme. Time slips away, we slowly grow up - sixth grade, we are about to graduate. We are about to graduate from the sixth grade. We used to be the laughing partners, but today we are about to part. At the graduation ceremony, the whole class was silent. Even though no one spoke, even though no one mentioned "parting", everyone was playing and laughing as usual, but there was always a little sadness. When the homeroom teacher said with tears in her eyes: "School is over", no one left. When I was about to step out of the door, I put my footsteps back, perhaps, I stepped out, will not come back ......
Now, we have entered the middle school, there is a new study and life, but also have new friends and environment. In the midst of one stormy experience, we grow up, and we also have troubles and confusion. But we are also growing up all the time.
In this way, we are slowly growing up--
Slowly Growing Up_450 Words 10The wheel of time spins and spins, and in the blink of an eye, I became a junior high school student, and when I look back, the time has crushed a clear track on the road of my growth, and that records the footprints of my growth! ......
There was a time when laughter was all that was left of our world, and one innocent child laughed, laughed, laughed, and rejoiced without a care in the world. Under the blue sky, the sound of laughter broke through the clouds; on the turquoise grass, paper airplanes with different postures broke through the sky; on the slate of the square, colorful chalks scribbled our dreams.
Gradually, gradually, paper airplanes no longer take off, chalk is no longer graffiti, all were dusty in the memory, accompanied by homework, notes, exercise books, test papers ...... they are like a summer heat wave like a rampant influx, occupying our lives, the dictionary of life on the "key School" has become the most popular buzzword in the dictionary of life. We tirelessly run back and forth between home and tuition classes, for what? For the sake of the "key school", for the sake of being able to grow up to be successful and capable, and to have the capital to be proud of life! Once between classes, I stood up from my seat and was about to go out of the classroom to breathe some fresh air and relax my brain, but I saw that the whole class was still writing hard to do the exercises, only to hear the "rustle" of the writing sound, so I shook my head, sat down again and picked up the pen.
The same blue sky, the same green grass, nothing has changed, but then pick up the dusty chalk but found that the dream is still far away, folded paper airplane has not thrown out has fallen, we are so in the harvest and loss of slowly growing up.
Although time will not stop for anyone in its hasty pace, all the good memories will be washed away by the years, but I believe that one day, we look back, we will be proud of today's short-lived loss, we will stand in a new starting point will be painted on the paper airplane dream thrown out!
We, so slowly grow up.
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From the first year of his life only less than three months left, such as the flower of the youth in the step by step slowly become the most beautiful memories on the road to growth, talk and laugh, found themselves into a big, is a know how to appreciate the warmth and coldness of the world's big girl, is a bit of a small minded young girl, is gradually learn to feel the heart of others big! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
When I was a kid, I just went to kindergarten, and I was curious about the small world, and I started the most basic exploration, but I was surrounded by all kinds of children's toys and cute toys, and at that time, I was as happy as I was to get the whole world by hugging a muppet, and I was able to put my worries behind me, and then I showed the sweetest smile. I don't understand why so many successful people still miss their childhood, and now I realize that the joy of childhood is the easiest thing to get.
Until the elementary school broke my life, not yet completely removed the childishness of my first learning, the first time in the school to experience a unique and serious learning atmosphere, the smell of growth in the campus more and more thick, every line up, every time to read, every time to play, every time to take the test ...... planning and discipline to create a more fulfilling life for us. life to create a more fulfilling, more with the real life of the simple body close, so, cultivated into a simple and pure love of life heart!
The end of elementary school, ignorant between the heel heel into the middle school, a few months, from the pace of indecision to the powerful forward, from the heart of the dream to embark on the road to chase the dream, from the confusion overwhelmed to the familiar road. From the dribs and drabs of a painting into a vast and magnificent chapter, a paint, a smear, leaving the growth of a lovely model.
Twelve years of traveling on earth, so slowly and silently. Growing up, the feeling of sadness with the time to wear down, really good. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see what's going on in it.
When I was a few years old, I didn't know what it meant to grow up, and I thought I should be carefree. When you're with your mom or dad, it seems like the whole world is better.
A little older, I went to elementary school, stepped into the examination of this "territory". I didn't do well once, I cried and felt ashamed, but my parents also smiled and patted me on the shoulder, saying that the ups and downs of the exam are very common, learn a lesson and start again, I broke down and smiled.
Now that I'm in middle school, the pressure to learn is getting bigger and bigger. Evening self-study are almost finished, this question but not yet done, I have some panic, forehead out of a row of fine beads of sweat. At that moment, my friend came over, she didn't say anything, she just started to talk to me about the problem right away. At that moment, I felt a warm current injected into my heart, that is the temperature of friendship.
The stream flows year after year, day after day, without slowing down. Not many people can pay attention to the stream, just as not many people can notice their own growth. Indeed, growth is something that passes without notice.
In the golden fall, the falling leaves scramble to the ground, and the air 'butterflies' flutter. Childhood is like this falling leaves, short and easy to pass away, and growth is like the general autumnoka, gently blowing, will blow away the beautiful childhood. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
On the way to growth, there are pouring rain, there are steep cliffs. As the saying goes: 'There is a rainbow only after the storm.' Growing up itself is a process of sadness and happiness. Time and again, I felt success and failure, courage and confidence. Just like this, I am slowly growing up ......
Slowly Growing Up_450 Words 13Looking back, I was once childish, once simple, once sunny. On the road of growing up, are you as happy as I am, as sad as I am, as tired as I am. Growing up is like a lush forest, which contains grassy forests that make people love, ferocious beasts that make people fear, and cherry blossom trees that confuse us ......
When I first walked into the forest, it was the happiest time for me. That is my hands have eaten endless sugar, now think of the sweet taste of how wonderful, we have endless laughter together, but time flies, just like a white horse, do not realize, I have been in the sixth grade, almost graduated, and can not go back to the old days. In addition to the holidays, our school time has been less than three months, that is to say, my time with you is less than ninety days ......
Learning is also getting more and more intense, students are working hard, which is related to my life's big event ah. It is not easy to come to the park to relax, then I lowered my head, thought of giving up, when I gently picked up the ginkgo biloba leaves on the ground, gently make a wish, and then said aloud to myself, "Hey! You can do it!"
crestonia I feel drawn away from the power and back, hazy I think I grew up at that moment, the idea of re-cohesion, when the leaves in the hands of the top I threw, I firmly held their own beliefs, I understand the magnificent youth by their own writing, rustling pen sound seems to have urged me ......
Growing Up The joy of growing up, growing up hurt, growing up tired make me slowly grow up, slowly grow up, slowly grow up ......
Slowly grow up_450 words 14Happy childhood, always so short, in the life of a detail, I slowly grow up.
From the croaking baby as a child, to the toddler who can walk with the help of a walker; from the toddler who can walk on his own, to the child who can read and write; from the child who can read and write, to the pioneer who wears a red scarf. This one scene is the footprint of our growth.
When I was 3 years old, I took the airplane as a strange big bird and told my father, who laughed and told me that it was not a big bird, but a "flying chicken", and I thought that chickens could fly high until I grew up, when I realized that it was a kind of transportation.
When I was 5 years old, I heard my grandmother say laundry detergent, I thought the snow is laundry detergent, hold a large pile of a pile of self-proclaimed "laundry detergent", the results of the grandmother's hands or into a puddle of water, but I still stubbornly insisted on it until I grew up to know.
When I was 6 years old, I played alone in the house, when someone knocked on the door, I thought of my mother said that you can not open the door to strangers, let the people outside shouted at the top of their voices. Later I realized that it was my dad who forgot his keys, and luckily my mom got off work and opened the door for him.
When I was 7 years old, I never understood what a fax machine was, and then I listened to my mom's explanation or half-understood. I thought a little person sat in the fax machine and read over the information that was being transmitted.
Now that I think about it, how childish it was when I was young, we are slowly growing up in these things.
Slowly grow up_450 words 15Time loss, we walked through childhood, looking for the way forward in that fog, all the way, more or less so much I accompanied you to walk a road, however, it is a parting a section of the injury, in the parting, we slowly grow up.
In a trance or that summer, we are still hanging on the face of the childish yet to get rid of the smile, yes, how can not happy? Finally got rid of the six years of life in elementary school, finally got rid of the heavy atmosphere of the examination, but the parting is also in this kind of joy quietly, has been twelve years old, how can we suppress that from the bottom of the heart of the sour, six years of schoolmates emotions, the kind of accompaniment you go six years of feelings and how can it be so easy to part with?
After all, it is still the part of the end or to be divided, in this fork in the road we step by step on the road to maturity, parting, in our growth bud.
Once again, another summer, it seems that all the cool things are the same in the summer, maybe so, the hot sun can make people warm a little bit. This time, it is not a parting but a hurt, and I am the only one who needs to bear it. Hurt is how how ruthless, so painful, everything is happening around me, due to the final exams I test scores are not very satisfactory, did not meet the mother's regulations, mother educated me, gave me a lot of reasoning, at first I did not pay attention to her, she saw my happy face, then put the words even more serious. I carefully stood by the side and listened, maybe I really was she said crying, or I watched TV back infected, mom saw my tears flowed down, then stop my education, there began to use her gentle tone of voice to make me laugh, just in her persuasive tone of voice, I quietly feel that I slowly from childish to the road to maturity.
The next summer, there is another parting, and need to walk on a different road, and will meet strange people, this time the parting precipitated our heart, but also let us in this road of life slowly towards maturity, so that we in the future of the road time and time again to become more courageous.