Growing up is happy, but also painful, will inevitably encounter setbacks, encounter difficulties, I am also the same as others, encountered setbacks will lose confidence, but at this time I encountered a light on the road to my growth, she was in the dark when I was in the darkness, for me to shine, so that I am brave enough to face the reality ......
Whenever the blackboard is out, I can always see her short figure, drawing this and that on the blackboard, adding a bright color to the blackboard.
One morning, I didn't see her, and there was always some uneasiness in my heart. Then her parents came and said that she was sick and hospitalized, and that it might take a few months before she could come to school. When I heard that, my heart was miserable, usually good grades, cared about the class to the extreme, often praised by the teacher of her, why God is so unfair to her! Let such a thin and excellent girl suffered from the torture of the disease, let her suffer ......
A long month passed, she came back to class, but why a see her not quite recognize it? Originally thin face has become fat, and finally I learned that it is the effect of drugs. Although she is still suffering from the pain of the disease, but she is sick to go to school, this spirit is how admirable, tenacious perseverance y infected me, she can endure the torture of the disease to go to school, and why I can not be brave to face the setbacks?
She is a light on the road of my growth, she encourages me with her tenacious spirit, so that I y appreciate her small figure behind the flow is a great strength!
She - the squadron leader and class president of our class, and an even better member of the troupe.
Trouble on the way to grow up
I don't know when the combination of growing up troubles, for me with a lot of whining to vent, this topic is so kind. Xin Qiji once said: "young people do not know the taste of sadness". Perhaps it is his old man's carefree teenage years, with the continuous development of history, more and more worries, all left to us.
As I grow up day by day, there are a lot of worries surrounding me. Some things happened in school, most do not want to talk with parents, because as soon as they talk, they have to talk at length, not allowed me to insert a word, and my ears can not stand so many words in and out, so I do not want to let my ears suffer, I do not want to talk with parents! However, I wrote down everything I wanted to say in a notebook, or diary, every day. After writing, I let myself enjoy it and work out my own things. At first, it went well, but gradually, I felt that parents looked at me in an unnatural way, as if I was hiding something from them. (It is true that some of them did not want them to be clear.)
That day, I came home from school, finished my homework, and, as a rule, went to get my diary. Suddenly, I realized that my diary had been moved, and I was furious, and when I thought about it, I knew that it must be them. I went out of my bedroom and asked them loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they squarely said that it was their duty to know all about me.
I couldn't take it anymore, I just want my own piece of blue sky, why are you taking it away so selfishly, just to understand me? I went back to my room and felt like I had nothing left, ugh! Why do parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have a bit of ourselves, ugh! It's so cruel!
Our lives are filled with seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun is shining, there are inevitably brief clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from learning, from the interaction with classmates ...... But, there is trouble is not terrible, the key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and move towards maturity with colorful dreams.
The second
Growing up is like a small boat in my life traveling on the waves. Sometimes the wind is calm, and sometimes it encounters rough waves. But my growth boat, not a smooth sailing, which also experienced a variety of storms. For me, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, all kinds of things.
Now, because I have grown up, is becoming an adult, so in the eyes of parents, I am no longer a child, has become aware of, have the courage, have knowledge. Sometimes they say, "You've grown up!" "You are no longer a child!" It makes my head hurt. Now I no matter what I do, I have to recognize the first "compass needle", must have the principle in the body, can not be completed sloppily, can not be treated carelessly, if the slightest mistake, at any time will attract a blizzard.
Recalling back to their own small time, life is how easy, carefree, free, there is nothing to worry about around. But as the years passed, and the waves ahead were bigger, and the sea more choppy, I became an elementary school student, and the old me was gone. I'm taller, I go to school longer, my homework increases, I study more subjects, I carry a heavier bag on my shoulders, and the pressure in my heart continues to increase. If I was a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one will blame me, plus there are parents for me as a "guide". But now I've grown up, understand, to adapt to independence, all things have to be careful, think twice before acting. This is compared with the days when I was a child that leisurely and easy to gradually pull away from the distance.
When I was a child, as a small child, although the life will be a little more comfortable, but I am subject to the constraints of elders and others everywhere, walking, parents mixed; fell down, there are parents to help. But I know that when I grew up, I became an adult, different from when I was a child. Just as I am now, I am gradually growing up, and I already have my own opinion on everything.
The sun always shines after the storm, how can we succeed without going through the storm? My growth of the boat, traveling although not stable, there are calm, there are waves, but it is also a variety of shocking waves, so that I have learned a lot, exercise to a lot. Through my journey of growth, I really understand that there is a certain amount of trouble in growing up, but there is more happiness.
The trouble with growing up
Is learning fun? Is it tiring? Yes, when you get satisfactory grades, when you find it easy to learn, learning is naturally happy. But when you have a sense of aversion to learning, when the homework killed a "Cheng Bite Jin", scurried out of a few "blocking tiger", it is undeniable that learning is laborious. So, learning in the end is happy, or laborious? This is my trouble, a hidden in my heart for a long time trouble. Sometimes, I think learning is happy and carefree. Just into the junior high school learning content is still relatively EASY, as long as a little more careful, three or two effortlessly OK, and the quality is also relatively high. Doing homework faster, naturally more time after school. At that time, we were like birds escaping from the cage, free from the fence, flying freely in the vast silverless sky, as you like, it was a good feeling.
Study is sometimes laborious: analyze the topic, do a variety of papers ---- make me dizzy, my whole body burning, I sometimes think: study in the end for what? Why do I need to study? What are the benefits of studying? At that time, although I know my own special stupid, but I really very tired, so I want to lie down on the bed, sleep on a ten days and eight nights. To talk about "play", that is a million miles away, that is simply a camel into the henhouse a no door. But good will triumph over evil. The nonsense in my head would immediately be thrown into the air and disappear without a trace. Sometimes, the day's lessons are extremely easy: what art ah! Physical education! Music! They were my favorites. At that time, learning was fun. Sometimes, a day of class is either language or math, biology, even if I was in a good mood that day, by the group of "trouble ghost" a stir, a completely different person: face red, frowning tightly frowned, mouth slightly pouting, hands also kept grasping the hair, looks expressionless, no spirit, when you laugh is only a smile, not a smile! I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. At that time, as if I had just returned from trekking through the desert. But this is an inescapable reality.
Time is like water, many past events have been forgotten, such as the flowers withered, but only one flower did not wither, it is what I call trouble. It gave me the motivation to study, but also let me know: learning, happiness and labor are coexisting, in order to have a harvest, you have to pay. Like the ancient pine, to show my distinctive personality and unique style, we must not be afraid of difficulties, upright and upward, to show themselves to the fullest.
Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress". Chernyshevsky also said: "To make a person a truly educated person, must have three qualities: profound knowledge, habits of thought and noble sentiments. To have little knowledge is to be foolish; to be unaccustomed to thinking is to be rude or stupid; and to have no noble sentiments is to be vile." Reading can make a person wise, and in order to obtain profound knowledge so that I do not become a fool, in addition to the usual textbook knowledge, excellent extracurricular books have become an indispensable partner in my growth.
I love books, more love reading, in the process of reading I and the characters in the book together with joy, together with the growth. In the happy process of reading, I get a lot of happiness, but also learned a lot of knowledge.
Reading "How Iron and Steel are Trained" let me know that in the predicament must learn to be strong, do not bow to the difficulties, there will be harvest; reading "classroom will fly" let me know the preciousness of friendship, learned to cherish the friendship; "Smiley" let me know the beauty of the human world and the ugly, and learned to identify; "Heidi" let me see the child's innocence, thought of their own happy childhood. ...... I learned a lot from the book, and also realized a lot, understood a lot, and played a good role in promoting my growth.
In all the books I have already read, the one that gives me the deepest impression is to be the masterpiece of British writer Charlotte Bronte, "Jane Eyre". It tells the story of a girl named Jane Eyre's growing experience from childhood to adulthood. Jane Eyre lost her parents when she was a child, and was fostered in her aunt's house, and suffered a lot of abuse, but she never gave in, and when she grew up, with her own unremitting efforts and perseverance, she not only got a good job, but also had her own happy family ......
The whole story of the book Jane Eyre is simple but it is a story of a brave and courageous woman who dared to fight back, and who dared to be a good person. Jane Eyre is a woman who dares to resist and fight for freedom and equal status. Although Jane Eyre is plain looking and has nothing to lose, the reason why she is so radiant is because of her unusual temperament. Her rich emotional world is her spiritual pillar. In the novel, a passage she said to her lover Mr. Rochester is very famous. She said, "...... Do you think that just because I am poor, lowly, unattractive, and short, I have no soul or heart? --You are wrong, I have a soul and a heart just as you do! ...... I am not speaking to you now by custom, convention, nor even by flesh and blood -- it is my heart speaking to your heart as if we had both passed the grave, and we stood before the heel of God as equals, for we are equals! " In this passage, she emphasizes without condescension how important equality is to her.
Not so? Although Jane Eyre is only a virtual character under the author's pen, but because the author gave her perseverance, her courage to the evil forces of resistance and the pursuit of equality, so that she has her own vivid "life".
I draw nourishment from books, and books accompany my growth. Just as "Jane Eyre" let me learn to be strong, know that people are equal, learn to fight back to the ugly behavior, right and wrong, to distinguish between the beautiful and the ugly.
Reading books, who wouldn't? And the important thing is that the book read, what you get from it? A story, an article, not only to read, but also to understand the author to express the idea and essence, I have gained from it. Maybe, I can't read and understand a lot of books now, but I've learned something from them that I can understand.
I am happy to read, I draw "nutrition" from books, I am happy to grow.
The Road to Growth: Learning to Grow
Wang Yanglu
It was a small road. It has a name-growing up.
The path was lined with lush flowers, each one beautiful, but you couldn't just pick them. Because some flowers have thorns on their stalks, and you'll hurt your hand, and that's like a failure you've experienced; but some flowers don't have thorns, and what you get from picking them is the overwhelming fragrance and its stunning colors, and that's like a success you've achieved; and they're opportunities.
Do you have the courage to "pick" those opportunities?
These flowers are just blooms, they don't make you think. "It's up to you to reach out.
Learn the courage to "pick" as you grow up.
There is no car or boat on that road, you can only rely on your two legs and walk independently. The scenery along the way, will let your eyes around, but you do not ignore the stones under your feet, be careful not to trip over it; in the near future, some of the road is not good, you must be careful, step by step slowly walk through; do not be happy, the potholes in front of the puddles, rocks, sand and mud are still waiting for you, there are still ......
< p>You won't be afraid to move forward when you see a big mountain, will you?
When you encounter these difficulties and setbacks, do you sit on the road, or climb up? Don't let cowardice block the scenery on the road ahead.
Learn the confidence to overcome on the way to growth.
Perhaps, on this road to growth, you have been through a lot, failed, succeeded, and, you have picked a basket of flowers, that is the success you get. You look at others, they are far less than you, some people have only two or three flowers in their hands, some people even have no flowers in their hands. You must be happy in your heart, but.
Do you have that understated beauty?
Standing still and waving your flowers will only make others laugh at you. Settle down and continue to grow and continue to live a successful life.
Learn to set your mind off with a low profile on the way to growth.
Growing up on the road, learn to be calm, open-minded, tolerant, patient, calm, positive, grateful ......
This road, learn to grow.
Road - Grandma - Me
Zhu Xiaoxuan, Qingdao 26 Middle School, First Year (5) Class
Once again, I am walking on this incredibly familiar path. In front of me, there were two shadows that depended on each other, sometimes long and sometimes short, illuminated by the streetlight, but always only one of them was talking. "Here, put this on, you're almost home." An old man with a hunched back paused for a moment, then nodded uncontrollably and gently patted the sleeve of her now-adult grandson as the young man exclaimed, "It's so cold today ......"
Yes, the day was cold, but my heart was for one: the same weather, with the same kind of road, the same two people, but also had countless times so walked ......
When I was a child, I always like to run and jump on that road. "Grandma, I want to go out to play." "Okay, pack up and go out right away." Grandma folded the clothes, carefully put away, and did not forget to bring a hat on the way out. "Grandma, what are you wearing a hat for, are you cold?" Grandma smiled kindly, but stayed silent. On the road, there was the tall grandma on one side and the short me on the other. Grandma's steps were fast, but she always waited for me where I stopped. When I had had enough, Grandma took my hand and continued walking, always with joy in her eyes. A gust of wind blew and I sneezed a big sneeze - "Argh!" Grandma then laughed and put a hat with pigtails on my head, "It's cold, put a hat on Da Bei Bei." I hemmed and hawed with delight.
I went to school, humming "The Sun Shines in the Sky" as I walked home. "Grandma, I've finished my homework, let's go for a walk." "Then let's go for a walk." Grandma combed her gray hair, which was already silvery, and put on a black iron hairpin, which had long gone out of shape. She put away the dry clothes with some effort, and looked at me: "Don't get cold." "Oh, it's fine." I said unconcernedly and asked curiously, "What are you doing with the barrette?" "Nothing," Grandma shook her head helplessly. On the road, on one side was my grandmother, who was getting shorter, and on the other side was me, who had grown a little taller. Grandma's step is much slower, I often walk and suddenly stop, waiting for grandma to follow up, while this time I will pick a few leaves, sometimes covered in the eyes, sometimes around the hand, grandma's eyes are full of gratification. "Are you really not cold? Don't freeze." Grandma asked anxiously. I did not answer, accompanied my grandma around and went home.
At some point, my grandma said the same thing I did, "Go out for a walk." Surprised, I understood from my grandma's words full of expectation that she was getting old and really wanted us to spend more time with her. "Sure, let's go!" I would heartily help my grandma clear the table, and she had already been waiting for me with a grass-green hat on. So I assisted my grandma, who was trembling on her feet, out the door. On the way, there was my hunchbacked grandmother on one side and my taller self on the other. I took my grandma's hand and said how fast our neighborhood was becoming as we walked. In front of us was a bench, I brushed off the dust on it and said, "Grandma, it's been a long walk, have a seat." "Okay." Then we sat down, and she looked into the distance with a kind of contentment in her eyes, and instantly, I was moved. For a long time, I realized that we had been out for a long time, "Grandma, it's warm in the house, tomorrow we'll go out for a walk again, it's so cold today." Grandma froze, then she was so happy, and showed her sparse teeth when she smiled.
Yes, the signs of age have crept into my grandmother's face, but I have grown up under her care. I will love my family until forever; and I will grow up paying attention and caring for others until forever! Many years later, my grandma will go to the other end of life, and so do I. But I will never forget what my grandma taught me - caring for others, love is the support of life.
Gradually, the shadows of those two people on the road, far away ......
Growing up on the road of aggression
Qingdao City, Shandong Province, Qingdao City, 26 Middle School, the first year of the 5th class Wang Xinyu
The years passed, the childhood years have become a colorful bookmarks, hastily inserted into every page of life! And the waves of life are still often rippling, the trouble crashed through the door of my mind, broke into my life.
At dusk, I walked home from school with a heavy backpack, and the afterglow at sunset pulled my fuzzy shadow long and long, and the mood became heavier and heavier, more and more anxious, and my mind kept replaying a scene just now .......
The school bell rang, the students cheered and rushed out of the classroom, I also used no less than a hundred-meter sprint speed all the way to the station, a short while, the bus came leisurely, the car just stopped, gathered at the station on the people swarmed to the car, I exhausted the efforts of the nine oxen and two tigers finally squeezed into the door, in the narrow gap in the difficult to pull out of his pocket, a steel pops put in the coin slot, followed by a few minutes of the bus, and then the bus was released to the public. coin slot, followed by the crowd behind me to the rear of the carriage. "Classmate, you threw in a dime!" A muffled voice came intermittently from the front of the bus, and I couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to it, burrowing my way through the crowd to find an empty seat.
The bus traveled drunkenly down the highway for a long time before arriving at the stop, and the doors opened, and as I stood in the doorway impatient to get off, the back door of the bus snapped shut again, and I couldn't help but look back at the bus driver in confusion and bewilderment. At that moment, a wry smile appeared on his freckled and wrinkled face, "Student, you just threw in a dime, please pay it back."
I froze, I never carry a dime, I can't be mistaken! Looking at the frozen smile on the driver's face, I was very annoyed and couldn't help but yell at the driver, "I didn't! You've wronged me!"
At this time, the passengers on the bus all noticed me, and their eyes focused on me in unison, their eyes were suspicious and dissatisfied. That driver saw the support of the passengers, his face was happy, showing a mouth of yellow teeth, fake sympathetic smile and said to me, "Classmate, lying is bad behavior, is this what the teacher taught you?"
My face immediately felt hot and spicy, the passengers' angry eyes, the driver's smug gaze, all make me in a dilemma, riding a tiger. "Which school student is this? Lying at such a young age, look at the uniform it's from x school!" "That's right, what will this kid do when he grows up!" This bus are because of me and commotion, I understand that this time to explain is useless, fear, aggrieved, bewildered occupied my whole heart, tears in the eyes. Finally, in full view of everyone, with trembling hands, I took out a nickel coin from my schoolbag and put it into the coin slot. At this point, in the eye contact with the bus driver, I saw his eyes began to shine, as if there were countless money rolling in his pupils ......
This time, I saw the dark dead center of society and the side tainted by money. But the road to growth is not only filled with thorns and darkness, there are also flowers and sunshine. A tree knows that to grow taller it needs more sunlight, and at the same time its roots must go deeper into the darkness.
The old man under the lamp? Mother's Love
Zhou Xinyue
Growing Up - The Old Man Under the Lamp - Mother's Love
I have long forgotten when this incident happened, but I just remembered the dim light that lit up behind me, and my mother's smile with tears in it. Because, this is the first time I so understand the feeling of mother's love ......
--Title
Contradiction
From a young age, I was the most favored child in the family, said to be treated as a "The pearl in the palm of my hand" can be said to have been more than not. However, my era of exclusive favor is far away with the return of my cousin.
Just back in Qingdao, my sister was surrounded by elders in the living room, pulling her little hand to ask this and that. I, however, hid in a far corner with a pang in my heart. This kind of feeling is like a corpse in the middle of summer, in the dark corners of my heart quickly stinking, rotting, trembling and growing bizarrely colored poisonous mushrooms. At a young age, I didn't realize that this kind of feeling was called jealousy.
I've always been a person who can't hide things in my heart, and that night I was exposed - my sister tore up my favorite book, and I, in turn, slapped her in the face.
Mother ruthlessly returned that slap to me that night, making me even more resentful in my heart, so a quarrel began ......
"......You guys only know how to surround her and protect her and hold her in the heart of the hand! I'm not sure why, but I'm not sure why. Why? Yeah, I get it, I'm the worst, she's the best, right? Huh?" I shouted, my voice hoarse.
"You don't have to talk about anyone else ......"
"Hmph! Right! You only know how to love her, never me! I'm the most annoying! I hate you!"
I hissed at my mother with all my strength before wiping away my tears and rushing out the door. Recalling it now, my mother was stunned for a moment, and her eyes showed a look that I couldn't see or understand at the time, and now I realize that it was the blood flowing out of my mother's broken heart.......
Talking
I made an act that at the time I thought was cool, and only now that I think about it do I realize it was stupid to the core! behavior - running away from home.
It was late fall, and I walked blindly down the street in the cold wind. The street is empty, only a dozen meters to have a street lamp, in the darkness of the night solemn, standing, casting a dim circle of light. But they look so warm and soft, reminding me of my mother's embrace. However, standing in the circle of light, but found that it is not as warm as imagined, or ...... not as warm as a mother's embrace ...... I miss my mother.
"Child, it's so late, why are you still out there!" Behind an old voice came. I turned around and saw an old man smiling benignly under a dim chandelier.
......
"Child, you are wrong, your mother loves you the most." The old man sighed.
"Not at all, she only loved my sister."
"Really? Then why does she work so hard every day to cook for you, do your laundry, and take you to the hospital when you're sick in a heartbeat? And why ......"
Listening to the old man's words, my head was getting lower and lower, and the memories in my heart came up like a tidal wave ......
"Child. " the old man smiled slightly "Go, your parents are looking for you."
"They won't be looking for ...... "Before I finished my words, they suddenly cut straight off - in the distance, I heard my mother's voice calling out to me ......
I rushed forward, heedless. "Don't fall, child." As the old man's easygoing voice rang out, a ray of light slowly rose ......
Moments before I jumped into my mother's arms, I tilted my head and saw the ecstatic, tearful smile on her face, and the old man's iffy, contented sigh, which I still can't forget.