On the second day of Integrity, the teacher took pains to say: "Crossroads". I'm standing at the intersection in the center, and I don't know where to go. My parents are busy and have paved a smooth and monotonous road for me. At the end of the road, parents' success is written. But what I yearn for is another completely opposite winding path. The towering trees by the roadside covered my future. I have no relatives or friends to explore the road for me, so I can only follow my own footsteps.
Force yourself to go back and forth in the sea of questions every day and shuttle through the cram school. Just because everyone is like this, I cover up my confusion with complicated studies, leaving me no time to choose. However, in the dead of night, I couldn't sleep all night, just got up and leaned against the cold wall, rolling my thoughts alone. My parents' wishes and their dreams are mutual choices. My parents want me to study science for the simple reason that the science road is very wide. I obediently put down my novel and immersed myself in mathematics and physics. But I can't imagine that I can get happiness from boring numbers and formulas. I want to be a translator, better appreciate the wonderful words in foreign languages and translate them into wonderful Chinese. I still have no results after thinking about it. Sometimes I even pray that there will be endless homework the next day, just to avoid the time when I have to face myself.
However, the hardships brought by being at a loss also followed, and I had to get up the courage to face it. Sometimes there is an unspeakable feeling in my heart. Being a good girl for so many years, I want to make my own decisions and only be loyal to my dreams. Whether wrong or right, I hope to leave deep and shallow footprints with my feet.
This is my future. I should take it into my own hands. Maybe I will embark on a road full of thorns, maybe I will embark on a dusty old road, and I will still accept it with a smile.
I think this is growth.
This is growth composition 2. I remember when I was in the first grade, one night, my parents went to see a friend who was hospitalized in the emergency department and had to leave me alone to do my homework at home. I was so scared that I clung to my mother's hand and refused to let go of anything. My mother coaxed me into letting go.
At first, I was able to cope with it calmly, but soon there was a strong wind outside, and the branches of the trees kept shaking and making a "snapping" sound. I was so scared that I quickly hid behind the chair. Just then, the light in the living room flashed a few times. Finally, only one light was still on. Everything in the room became blurred, and darkness came to me, as if to tear me to pieces. The clock on the wall "ticks" and my heart "plops", jumping faster and faster. Ghosts always appear in my mind, and I feel something watching me in the room, ready to pounce on me at any time.
The more I think about it, the more scared I am. Finally, I couldn't help calling my father and asking him to come back with me early. Dad said, "What scares people is the unknown. If you believe that there are no ghosts in this world, you can overcome your fear. Leaving you alone at home this time is also a test for you. We believe that you can hold on! "
I tried to do what my father said, ignoring the voices around me and settling down to do my own thing. Sure enough, I wasn't so scared, and I waited for my parents to come back unconsciously.
Now, if my parents have something to go out, I will do my homework and enjoy the sound of the night alone: the rustling of flowers in the yard, the meowing of cats from time to time on the opposite roof, and the melodious piano sound played by my sister upstairs.
I think this is growth!
This is growth composition 3. Growth is something that everyone needs to experience. Growth is a sign of puberty. Growing up in an instant has a different meaning to my life.
I still remember the winter vacation of the second grade, and when I was about to enter the third grade, I was afraid and unhappy. In order to improve her academic performance, my mother signed up for many extracurricular classes during the winter vacation and shuttled back and forth between homework and extracurricular classes every day. No way, in order to lay a good foundation, we can only refuel. "Good things grind more", my grade in senior two is still stable, my mother is very happy, my discipline is getting looser and looser, and my tasks are getting lighter and lighter.
It is about to enter the third grade. Under the description of teachers in various subjects, I understand that the third grade is a war without smoke. Only by studying and working hard can you win the first place in this war and get a better chance of survival.
The first monthly exam came, and I was full of confidence, but I was dumbfounded when the paper came down. The candle of hope goes out in an instant. After school, it was cloudy, and I went home with a heavy bag on my back. Mother greeted her and asked kindly, "How was the exam?" I was uneasy and stammered out a few words: "More than 200." When my mother heard this, she immediately pulled down her face, as if the weather had changed in June and she had accidentally knocked over the ink bottle. Originally, the sky was clear and sunny, but now it is overcast and thunderous. My mother pointed at me with a paper in one hand and severely criticized me with the other. I heard my head dizzy. In an instant, the unreasonable grievances in my heart piled up into mountains, tears swirled in my eyes, and then slipped across my hot face like broken beads. But then I thought: Why am I crying? Isn't mom talking about me, too? No, failing an exam once doesn't mean everything. I can't be discouraged. Dad runs around every day. Who does he go out early and come home late for? Thought of here, the resentment in my heart was swept away. After listening to my mother's criticism, I immediately entered the learning state. I'll get up whenever I fall, and I can't let difficulties get in my way. With this determination, I plunged into the pile of books and the sea of questions, which can be described as "reading in my dream and writing hard in my dream."
After this exam, I really feel the meaning of growing up: I am not discouraged when I encounter difficulties, and I can overcome them with a rational mind, so that difficulties are no longer a "roadblock" on the road to growth.
This is the growth composition 4 growth, not only the growth of the body, but also the improvement of the spirit. We are growing all the time, through the dribs and drabs of life.
There is no success without growth. Growing up must be very painful. Only after experiencing hardships will the childishness of youth gradually fall off. When I was a child, I would ask my parents for help, gradually face it alone and solve it successfully. Maybe this process is very difficult, but we have to face it bravely. This is growth.
Everyone will grow up, and the maturity of mind better explains growth. Birth is like a blank sheet of paper, and everyone is equal. However, life is to write your own chapter on this white paper. Whether it is good or bad, whether it is happy or sad, it is up to you. This is growth.
At all times and all over the world, who has not achieved himself because of growth? Su Shi was frustrated in the officialdom and was demoted to Huangzhou, but he did not give up on himself because of this, and faced everything calmly with an optimistic, broad-minded and positive attitude towards life. He has grown up, so it will be passed down to future generations. Growth is bound to lose something, but it means you will gain more. So if you abandon some vulgar things, you may get something more noble.
Growth is a good thing, which can make us treat the world better, observe different personalities and taste life better. In taste, suffering comes first, and so does growth? Pain and happiness, this is the real growth.
Growth is a realm, with which the world may not be perfect, but without it, the world is definitely not perfect. With the formation of culture and social differentiation, the world grows with people. War is also a major manifestation of growth, which may cost a lot, but it can complete the unification of the dynasty. The law of the jungle is the truest portrayal of growth. Growing up means getting stronger and devouring weak animals. This is the principle of survival and the unspoken rule of nature.
How to face growth correctly? Growth is not the mentality of quick success and instant benefit, but increasing one's ability. In the face of difficulties, it is tepid, unhurried and impatient. Try to solve it, whether it is failure or success, you have grown a lot.
The colors of growth are colorful and strange. Let's enjoy all kinds of growth and experience the taste of life. This is growth.
This is growth composition 5. What is happiness? I have asked myself many times. Is it owned? With the care of family and the company of friends, everything is as you wish, just like a cake, and every bite is full of sweetness. However, the sweetness of cake will be more sweet and delicious only with the bitterness of coffee.
Middle school life is very depressing, very depressing. Its oneness is like a proportional function in a coordinate system. As long as the value of k is determined, it always wants only one direction, but even so depressed, it still smells of happiness. In boring math class, complex geometric figures bother you. When you decide to give up this course and get ready to fall asleep, isn't it happiness that your deskmate pats you on the shoulder and hands you your notes? When you give up, there are people who care about you and help you. For example, after holding your nose and drinking bitter Chinese medicine, you suddenly feel a little sweet. It turns out that my mother stuffed the candy she had already prepared into your mouth, but there was a trace of sweetness in the bitterness.
When you look up at the starry sky at night, when loneliness sweeps over you, and when you are sad about the 70-point physics paper just handed out this morning, a friend sent a message, even the simplest sentence, "What are you doing?" It will also be happy, because in this same vast night, there are also people from afar thinking about you.
When you talk to your friends about your helplessness and sadness about life, your friends keep interrupting you and talking about the happy times in the past. Are you unhappy? When you are unhappy, someone is enlightening you, sharing happiness with you, but sharing depression with you.
What is happiness? When you are in trouble, someone will share it with you. It is when you are in trouble that someone helps you and cares about you.
Are you happy? If not, then drinking coffee and eating sweet cakes, bitter with sweet, that is the taste of happiness.
This is the growth composition 6 childhood is a song that sings the joy in our hearts; Childhood is a painting, dotted with the color of childhood happiness; Childhood is a poem that accompanies us to grow up happily. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who knows nothing to a girl who can do housework, and all kinds of things that happened in the meantime are really unforgettable.
Open the old photo album, which recorded many beautiful moments. My eyes are fixed on this photo: I am squatting by a small green basin to wash clothes, and my mouth is still smiling.
It was a weekend two or three years ago. When I opened my hazy eyes in the morning, I found that the sun was shining, and my mood suddenly relaxed. I muttered to myself: let's get some air in such fine weather! After everything was ready, when I was about to go out, I suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Monday, and my mother didn't seem to have washed my school uniform. So, I ran to the closet and looked, wow! Oh, no, it's not even about the closet. There are messy clothes in it. I frowned and thought, Mom used to be very diligent. Why didn't she wash my school uniform today? When I walked into my mother's bedroom, I saw my mother lying on the bed with a wet towel on her forehead. It turns out that my mother is ill. I sighed and said, "Mom, if you have a good rest, my school uniform won't need washing." After that, I walked to the living room regardless of my mother's surprised eyes.
I sat on the sofa, muttering to myself: Mom is ill and can't wash the school uniform, but the school uniform is too dirty, so I can't help washing it. At this moment, an idea flashed through my mind: Today, my mother is ill. Why don't I wash my own clothes? I have grown up.
All right, just do it. I picked up a green basin, connected the water and put it on the ground. Then take out my school uniform, put it in a basin and sprinkle it with washing powder. Wash the cuffs first. I picked up my sleeves and rubbed them like my mother. Soon, my hands turned red, but I thought: Mom is ill, let her rest. So I gritted my teeth and continued rubbing clothes with my hands. While I was working hard, my mother recorded this scene with a camera, making that moment eternal.
Thinking about thinking, my thoughts came back to reality. Look at the picture in front of me again. It recorded the process of my growth and became my permanent memory.
This is growth composition 7. Whenever I see others get the opportunity they dream of, I always blame my mistakes on fate, and I blame myself for not working hard enough, but I forget to seize the opportunity.
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When I stood on the stage and spit out the last word, I felt unspeakable. Looking at the dark crowd under the stage, my nose suddenly turned sour and I felt relieved. The faint excitement, joy and emotion just lingered in my heart for a long time. At that moment, tears of growing up welled up in my eyes, witnessing the moving.
The person who will choose to perform today.
There is an uneasy calm in the class that is different from the past, and the number of places is running out. At this time, the already thin hand is like being cut down in the Woods. I have always been a very reserved person, and I seldom express my thoughts, even my dreams. My hand is stubborn, too, and I can't stretch it. But the eyes are trying to suppress the expectation that is still about to overflow. I hope teachers can choose for themselves. The teacher looked around and sighed disappointedly, and my heart sank. "This is your choice."
The teacher was disappointed and walked out of the classroom. "Opportunity won't come to you. Come to me tomorrow if you want to report it. "
I felt a quiver in my heart, "opportunity will not come to me." Is this my mistake all along? Something broke out in my heart and murmured, "go and sign up."
When I filled in the last stroke of my name on the paper, I had mixed feelings. Strolling out of the office, sudden joy climbed into my heart.
Finally, standing in the light and looking at the crowd, I didn't feel nervous. I think I succeeded, because I finally reached out and seized the opportunity around me. To struggle, to try, to move forward for dreams, and to turn cocoons into butterflies, I suddenly understand that this is growth.
I always wait for Bole blankly, but forget that I am a dusty pearl. If I don't brush away the dust, then I can only be a dusty pearl. Try, you have a 50% chance of success; Give up, you no longer have 50%. Don't complain that the opportunity was not seized. In fact, you just turn a blind eye or don't catch it. The moment I reached out and seized the opportunity around me, I suddenly understood that this is growth.
Before I knew it, I was ten years old, a fourth-grade pupil, and I grew up. I have experienced many happy things since I was a child.
I remember last Sunday, after I finished my homework, I watched TV. My mother saw me doing nothing and said to me, "Qing Qing, don't watch TV all day, it will damage your eyes." Come and help my mother do some housework. " I said helplessly, "What are you doing?" Mother said, "Wash socks." I said, "It's too difficult. I can't do it. You should do it! "
My mother was angry, and I was scared at once. I think I'd better wash up, or my mother will be wordy again. Just say, "All right!"
I dawdled to the front of the sink, took a basin and put it under the faucet, unscrewed the faucet, put the socks in, and so on. I picked it up and put it in pairs and wiped it with soap. Then I carefully picked up the brush and brushed the socks over and over again, producing a lot of bubbles. Under the sunlight, the foam becomes colorful, crystal clear and beautiful. Then I washed it with water. But there are dark stains on the socks, so they can't be washed clean. I asked my mother, and her mother said, "Put soap on it and rub your hands back and forth, and it will be clean." After listening to my mother's words, I rubbed the soap again, rubbed it back and forth with my hands, and then brushed and washed it. I washed these socks several times before I cleaned them.
Looking at these clean socks, I finally realized that I can also gain happiness at work. In my growth, there are happiness and troubles, and I believe that happiness will accompany me to grow up.
This is growth composition 9. I was raised by my grandmother. When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and my grandmother was the one who accompanied me the most.
I still remember that year, my grandmother hugged me and fed me bite by bite; Grandma put on my coat and gently buttoned it; Grandma covered me with a quilt and tucked me in. ...
But time can dilute everything.
Gradually, I grew up, so I went to school, cleaned my room and took care of my clothes. These trivial things have reduced my grandma's time with me little by little. I don't know when, in front of grandma, I'm a little stiff.
After middle school, I go out at seven every day and get home at nine. After a week, I can't talk to my grandmother.
Grandma always gets up early and is busy in the kitchen. When she saw me coming, she asked me if I wanted a bread stand or fried rice with eggs. I always rush out of the door, leaving only one sentence "it's too late to go to school" to dissipate in the early morning sunshine. The more I do this, the less my grandmother asks. It's bad for my health to persuade me not to eat breakfast once in a while.
Sometimes before going to bed, my grandmother will say to me, "When the cold air comes tomorrow, put on more clothes." I replied casually, and then I forgot it in the blink of an eye.
As the days passed, it was not the same as before. At night, I occasionally cough a few times in the next room, but I keep my voice down as if I were afraid of disturbing anyone. There are plaster bags in the trash can from time to time, indicating that grandma's back pain attacks are more and more frequent.
Sometimes I think of this, and I want to ask how my grandmother is, but I don't care. I always forget when I turn my head. I just heard from my mother that my grandmother went to the hospital again last week.
Time is the most ruthless thing. As a child, I can still remember the scene of snuggling up to my grandmother and listening to her stories, but I have lost my previous intimacy. Now, would I like to spend an afternoon quietly watching grandma fiddling with bamboo needles and knitting a simple but warm sweater for me?
After a long time, it gave me maturity and deprived me of my dependence on my grandmother. Once upon a time, I heard people say that growth requires a price, and I don't understand its meaning.
Now, I understand, originally, this is the price of growth, heavy and irreparable.
This is the growth composition 10. You are always complaining that the schoolbag is getting heavier and heavier, there are more and more subjects, and knowledge is getting harder and harder. You are always in trouble, the homework assigned by the teacher can never be completed, the care of your parents is becoming more and more strict, and your own pressure makes you breathless; You begin to miss your childhood-carefree and full of joy. You start to be dissatisfied, give up, rebel and indulge yourself step by step. Occasionally, I will find that the sky is not as good as papers, studies and teachers, but please understand that you are wrong!
Behind us are the full expectations of our parents. More than ten years ago, from the moment we were born, they planted the seeds of expectation in their hearts. As time goes by, you grow up step by step, and they have a heartfelt relief. When they think of you who was naive and immature in those days, there will be ripples in the corners of their mouths. No matter what kind of child you are, you will always be the pride in their eyes. For you, they spent their youth lightly, and for you, they cooked black silk. They laugh because of you, cry because of you, and you occupy their whole lives! You didn't give up your rights for them!
There are too many responsibilities behind us. Reading is not the whole of life, but what can I do if I can't do such a thing well? Reading and studying is an important task for the nation and society that we may not understand and can't afford. But think about it, who controls your future? Even if you don't think about your future, you should look at the people around you. Their eyes are full of expectations and blessings for you. Can you bear to see the person who loves you cry for you? For your share of responsibility to them, you can't give up on yourself!
Learning is a thorny road, and persistence can achieve something. All kinds of difficulties of fame, you have to dare to challenge to show yourself.
Some things we can't afford, and some things we can't give up!
Growth requires hard work, and success requires sweat.
For them, for ourselves, we must continue to work hard!
This is growth!
This is the growth composition 1 1 childhood, a fragrant flower, a colorful treasure box with little secrets, a clear and transparent stream, and a colorful dream with laughter. My growth story is as many as the grapes on that shelf, and I can't count them. Let me take off the glittering story of purple and tell it to everyone!
That time, my father brought back a pot of flowers called mimosa from outside. I think people will be shy, and flowers will be shy? Look, I can't even tell flowers from grass! I came to mimosa curiously and looked at it carefully. Its stem is thick and long, and its leaves are separated to both sides like comb teeth. The whole leaf shape is like peach tree leaves, not small!
I reached out my little hand and touched its leaves. Suddenly, its body twitched a few times, and its leaves and stems suddenly contracted like possessed, and then hung down, becoming smaller and withered. I was shocked. Oh, no, I killed the mimosa!
I suddenly panicked and was afraid: Dad loves flowers most on weekdays. Anyone who touches them unintentionally will always nag, not to mention that I killed the mimosa he just brought back!
Dad came over and patted my red face and asked, "What's the matter? What happened to my blushing? " I should also be an honest boy. I told my father what happened and waited for his "handling".
Unexpectedly, my father didn't scold me, but burst out laughing. He smiled and took my hand to the window and pointed to the mimosa.
Huh? I was shocked: I saw that mimosa was as green and straight as before, and it didn't look dead at all. I looked at my father puzzled. Dad smiled and said, "mimosa is a sensitive plant." It responds to touch and stimulation and will curl up like death. You will learn this knowledge when you go to school. "
I don't understand what dad said at that time, but I know I'm not in trouble. Seeing mimosa now, I am still ashamed of my childish ignorance as a child!
This is a growth composition 12 when the spring rain comes, bamboo shoots break through the ground and grow up gradually; Breeze blowing, new buds dotted with willow branches, gradually growing; When the soft sunshine spreads all over the earth, the grass gradually blooms and grows. Look! Isn't this all growth? Everything in the world is deducing the mystery of growth.
Sadness and happiness
When we were toddlers, how many times did we fall down and how many times did we get up from where we were? "Get up from where you fell" has always been our parents' greatest encouragement.
When we were on the beach and lamented that we couldn't build a fortress, did we find that "Hang in there, you will succeed, believe in yourself" has always been our parents' eternal expectation.
Don't lose face, let the flowers bloom in front of the court.
Pay and reap
For decades, we have been studying hard at the cold window. "Young people don't work hard, but the elderly are sad." After several seasons' reincarnation, Yuan Ye with knowledge has turned a little green. What is that? It's a flower of wisdom. Sow again and again, cultivate again and again, just to build your own grassland.
Thousands of days and nights, they whispered "persistence is victory" around us. In the constant struggle, we not only gain knowledge. What is more valuable is that we have gained the feelings of teachers, students and classmates. The game was successful, and they sent applause; Hopes were dashed and they surrendered their concerns; Pride, they warned ... whenever, please don't forget your teachers and classmates and walk with us forever!
Whether to stay or not is unintentional. Look at the clouds in the sky.
Terminal future
The growing paper plane flies farther and farther, and that arc is the curve of our growth. Bit by bit, isn't it an expression of sadness and joy? The connection between the lines is not a witness of giving and gaining.
When the wheel of fate begins to turn, the starting line of growth has lost our shadow, and going forward is synonymous with us.
Come to think of it, isn't this growth?