Essay about growing pains

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Growth is like a small boat in life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the weather is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. This is how my journey of growth has been, and it has not been smooth sailing. To me, it makes me cry and laugh, sad and happy, bitter and sweet. From the moment I set sail, it brought me a lot of happiness and troubles.

Since I entered junior high school, my life has added a lot of joy, and I also have a lot of troubles. In the happy study, troubles also came face to face, like fog, tightly surrounding me, and even sang a "Symphony of Troubles".

Part One: "Chinese Symphony". As a Chinese, I think Chinese must be learned. Of course, I don’t think Chinese is difficult. However, after entering junior high school, I don’t think so:

The knowledge of Chinese is important in My mind is not the kind to be learned easily, it has become so unpredictable. In the Chinese language test, it included a few more questions about sentence making and group propaganda slogans. And whenever I encounter writing these, I become helpless - even if I can write and think it is right, I always have to deduct two points for no reason. As for the highlight of Chinese language—composition. I always have to deduct more than ten points, which is really depressing!

Part 2: "Mathematical Symphony". Mathematics has always been easy in my eyes. Even in junior high school, I could understand most of it. However, although I can listen and understand, I still can't write mathematics perfectly. It requires writing a lot of theorems, axioms, reasons, etc., and paying attention to the format. This is embarrassing for me: I never had to write any reasons for doing math before, but now, I have to pay attention to the format! I'm not very good at writing. I listened hard to the teacher, but I felt that the questions were changing, and the format was also changing, and I could never write perfectly.

Part Three: "English Symphony". When I was in elementary school, my English was pretty good, so in my mind, English has never been difficult to learn. But recently, the vocabulary of English is really increasing, and the difficulty of speaking sentence patterns has really increased a lot. Looking at the children playing and having fun outside, I really want to be like them. But, what can be done about this? I can only sit quietly in the room and recite the words silently.

The three subjects add up to a "Symphony of Troubles." However, although there are many worries, after I thought about it quietly, I came to the conclusion that having troubles is not terrible, but the terrible thing is not knowing how to solve them. So, I decided that I should overcome these worries and add joy to my life.

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Growing troubles

Growing up - troubles and happiness, but more importantly, surrounded by the contradictions of troubles. For a girl who is about to become a young girl, she should be innocent and full of joy. However - I am troubled by a double-sided me.

At home, I have to play the role of a good girl. Only outside where my mother is not present is the place where I can truly express myself. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones. The vitality I should have been suppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it. This double-sided me confuses me. I always want to be a gentleman again and be myself; but my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart...

Every time before going out, my mother always nags: Girls should sit in a certain way and stand in a certain way. Lol, you should say hello when you see an acquaintance... In fact, I have heard all this so well that I almost know it by heart. My mother is just a "routine" and repeats it. But in my opinion, these are just a layer of hypocrisy wrapped around my true appearance. Only outside. Without the restraint of my mother, I can laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, sing as I please... and enjoy the joy of growing up without restraint. Although passers-by on the street saw it and lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and had no rules. But these can't stop us, we are still having our fun.

What kind of me am I: my mother’s good girl? Dynamic teenager? Or is she the crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don’t have to hide who I am, I am a dynamic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up.

From now on, no, from now on, at home, I will be quiet but not rigid; outside, I will be energetic but not crazy. This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me.

The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing, feeling the growth, enjoying happiness and troubles!

Growing Pains

“The sun goes down and still climbs up tomorrow morning. The flowers fade and bloom tomorrow. The beautiful bird disappears without a trace. The bird of my youth disappears. Can I go back or not..." "Youth Dance" led my thoughts to the past. Unknowingly, the childish and innocent me had grown up and entered adolescence.

I don’t know when, a few small pimples appeared on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the changes in the "life" of these acne sufferers. I began to ask my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other anti-acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when the acne would disappear. But one week has passed, two weeks have passed... I have waited for a long time, but the acne still has not improved. Why! Youth is so annoying!

After the holidays, I hope to be independent when I get home and do my own things. Sometimes my parents’ greetings feel like a nagging to me. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I feel a strong sense of homesickness, miss my parents, and sometimes cry secretly. I also feel strange. I want to be independent but also very dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.

The most troubling thing is the temper that even oneself cannot accept. As I grow up, my temper becomes worse and worse. Often, when discussing or discussing something with my parents, I would talk back when I disagreed. My mother often said to me: "Hey! As I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't do anything to you!" After the quarrel, I always thought that I was wrong. As a result, the relationship with my parents is not as close as before.

I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. None of my old clothes fit me, so I have to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to go shopping. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two items that caught my eye, but my mother said that children should not dress too maturely. In the end, I had to buy some big children's clothes. But the shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip will cost a lot of money!

Everyone must go through various tests on the road of growth. Some are worried about their unsatisfactory academic performance, some are worried about their acne, and some feel aggrieved because they cannot get the understanding of their parents... I think this should be the pain of growing up

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Growing Pains

Growth is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the weather is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. My growth journey has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various ups and downs. For me, sweet, sour, spicy and salty, it has a bit of everything.

I am very vague about myself. Every time I go, I look at the blue sky and feel at a loss. Once, I got a score of 80 or so on my math test. I was very sad. I thought my mother would comfort me when I got home. Unexpectedly, when I got home, my mother surprised me and scolded me angrily: "You said, How can I go to middle school with a score of 80 or so? It’s so shameless..." Facing my mother’s nagging and admonitions, I was already very sad and felt even more uncomfortable. Sometimes I think: What is learning for? Why study? What are the benefits of studying? I was really tired and wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights.

Everyone must go through various tests on the road of growth. I am troubled by my unsatisfactory academic performance, and feel aggrieved by my lack of understanding from my parents... Happiness is everywhere, and troubles are everywhere. In the long years of growing up, everyone will have happiness and joy, and of course there will also be times of trouble. In other words, our lives are full of colorful sunshine. However, even when the sun shines, there will inevitably be short-term clouds. .

How wonderful it would be if I had no worries in my life! But it is impossible for a person to be without troubles. There are endless troubles in a person's growth, and he has to go through thousands of tribulations. The key is how you face it.

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Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea. The impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of the tea. The slight sweetness in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

More homework makes it difficult to play, the teacher’s seriousness suppresses laughter, and the pressure is heavy, which creates the pain of growing up in our dreams. Opening the thick book of memories, the little thoughts may be some past events that I tirelessly look back on.

When I first arrived, I was a fragile person, and the "enemy" aimed at my "weakness" and fired a shot. The vulnerable me was sacrificed on the "bloody" field. But I stood up again as a person who "sleeps with the light on and reads books, and dreams when the bell rings and memorizes poems." During those years, I was confused in the dark. When I was studying, I would sometimes find a piece of grass that had not yet withered. Sometimes I would be in front of my desk or by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting for their lives. It can only give out the last trace of bright green. What kind of trees are those? I have no way of knowing, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. When my eyes return to the trees, my mood suddenly becomes brighter, the pressure disappears, and I turn to the busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My hard work has defeated worries and everything, making what seems to be the last trace of bright green also emit the same brilliance as midsummer. "Young people don't know the feeling of being annoyed", but if anyone can relax at this turning point of "mountains and rivers", what is waiting for you is "thousands of miles of swamps and thousands of thorns". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "green mountains and clear waters". Do you really want your worries to turn into a wisp of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored and distressed?

If growth is a piece of writing, then trouble is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; if growth is a blank piece of paper, then trouble is a flaw on the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar and seem to have been disturbing us. In the nature of growth, the learning that used to be like a breeze caressing the face has been blown away in the depths of memory by the attack of stormy learning and pressure. .

My hands could no longer feel the temperature of the tea, and the mist that filled the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "suffering with joy" more carefully, taste the pain of growing up, "worry and worry", time also "goes on", and the experience is "more and more", taste the pain again Tea, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the heart...

Sometimes, maybe when there is less homework, I feel that learning is more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can’t even breathe. Learning is necessary, otherwise our country’s five thousand years of cultural history will be ruined in our hands. However, we cannot accept knowledge every day. This is a kind of abuse, little one. A young boy with few worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I always feel sour in my heart...

I really don’t want to grow up, How wonderful it is to be a child, so carefree!

I want to return to my childhood!

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Growing up is like a boat in my life! The boat is sailing on the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it encounters rough waves. But my journey of growth has not been smooth sailing. It has also experienced various ups and downs for me. All.

Now, because I have grown up and become an adult, in the eyes of my parents, I am no longer a child. I have become conscious, courageous, and knowledgeable. They said something like "You have grown up!" Xi said, "You are no longer a child!" "My head hurts when I hear it. No matter what I do now, I have to recognize the "compass needle" first, and I must have principles in mind. I can't finish it carelessly or treat it carelessly. If there is a slight mistake, A blizzard can come at any time.

I recall how easy, carefree and free my life was when I was young. But as the years go by, the waves ahead become more and more intense. I have grown older, and the sea has become more rough. I have become a primary school student, and the me I used to be is gone. I am taller, go to school for a longer time, have more homework at home, and study more subjects, and my shoulders are burdened. I bought a heavier schoolbag, and the pressure in my heart continued to increase. If I was a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, and my parents would be my "guides".

But now that I have grown up and become more sensible, I have to adapt to being independent. I have to be cautious and think twice before I act. This has gradually widened the distance from the leisurely and comfortable days of childhood.

When I was young, as a child, although I lived a more comfortable life, I was always restricted by my elders and others. When I walked, my parents helped me; when I fell, my parents helped me. With. But I know that when I grow up, I become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like me now, I am gradually growing up and I already have my own opinions on everything.

The sunshine always comes after the wind and rain. How can we succeed if we don’t experience the wind and rain? Although the boat of my growth is traveling unsteadily, there are calm waves and turbulent waves, but it is also all kinds of stormy waves that allow me to learn a lot and exercise a lot. Through my journey of growth, I truly understand that there are certain troubles in growing up, but there is more happiness.

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Is learning happy? Is it tiring? Yes, when you achieve satisfactory results and when you feel that the learning content is easy, learning comes naturally Be happy. But when you feel disgusted with studying, when a "Cheng Yaojin" appears in your homework, and several "blockers" appear, it is undeniable that studying is tiring. So, is studying happy or tiring? This is my trouble, a trouble that has been stored in my heart for a long time. Sometimes, I feel that learning is happy and carefree. When I first entered junior high school, the content I learned was relatively easy. As long as I was careful and took a few clicks, it would be OK without any effort, and the quality was relatively high. The faster you do your homework, the more time you have after class. At that time, we were like birds escaping from the cage, getting rid of the shackles of the fence, flying freely in the vast silver-free sky, doing whatever we wanted. It felt so good.

Studying is sometimes tiring: analyzing questions and doing a variety of test papers - it makes me dizzy and my whole body feels hot. I sometimes think: What is the purpose of studying? Why should I study? What are the benefits of studying? At that time, although I knew I was very stupid, I was really tired and wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights. When it comes to "playing", it is thousands of miles apart. It is like a camel entering the henhouse and disappearing. However, justice will eventually defeat evil. The nonsense in my head would immediately be thrown out of my mind and disappear without a trace. Sometimes, the whole day's classes are extremely relaxing: What art! Sports! Music! All are my favorite. At that time, learning was happy. Sometimes, the day's classes are either Chinese, mathematics, or biology. Even if I am in a good mood that day, once I am disturbed by this group of "troublemakers", I completely change into a different person: my face will be flushed, my brows will be furrowed, and my mouth will be slightly pursed. He stood up and kept grabbing his hair with his hands. He looked expressionless and spiritless. When he smiled, he only smiled superficially. At that time, I felt like I had just returned from trekking through the desert. However, this is an unavoidable reality.

Time flies like water, and many past events have been forgotten, just like the flowers withered, but there is only one flower that has not withered, and it is what I call troubles. It gave me the motivation to learn, and made me understand that happiness and fatigue coexist in learning. If you want to gain something, you have to pay. Just like the ancient pine tree, if you want to show your distinct personality and unique style, you have to fear difficulties, stand tall and upward, and express yourself to the fullest.

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Since I started school. Not to mention the heavy school bag, nor the book that is said to have a high "gold content". Just the nagging and oppression from my parents was enough to annoy me for several months. The older you get. The worries are getting heavier and heavier, until I can't breathe.

Time slipped by quietly bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, the six years of primary school life have become memories, and we have entered a new middle school era. However, the troubles are approaching, and they are rushing towards me one by one. Coming.

I had just finished school that day, and I happened to have finished my homework at school. I wanted to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my tense and tired body. Before you can do anything, the "machine gun" will aim at you and start "shooting" at you: "Why don't you hurry up and review? You are already a junior high school student. You don't know how to study yet. You still have free time to relax here alone." Watching TV!" At this time, I had no choice but to return to my room with my "serious injury" and bury myself in a sea of ??books.

Why can't parents understand how their children are feeling now? He only scolds at every turn, even...hey! There's nothing you can do about it. Fighting against your mother is just asking for trouble, so why bother? Might as well read a book...

There was another time that was even worse: I had a lot of homework that day. As soon as I came back, I went back to my room and worked as a little scribe. I just sat down. "Come down quickly." Mom shouted loudly, "Liu Yi, look what good things Mom bought you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that it was Mom who bought me my favorite glass! I looked over and saw that they were just some composition books and some math exercises... Oops! My mother told me softly: "Looking at you are already in middle school, I might as well buy some more composition books for you to read." Let you learn more. Those math books are of very good quality and the contents are very detailed. Otherwise, you can read more and..." I interrupted my mother and said loudly: "Do you know? , I have a lot of homework now, and there are also tasks assigned by the teacher. Since I was a child, I have always followed your adults' wishes. Most of my time has been spent on studying, and I have to complete a lot of homework and play time. Hardly. I think I should let you take a look at my ideological and political book. After a holiday, I was asked to learn this and that. My brain was about to explode. Should I really be like a "robot" doing things that I don't want to do all day long? "My mother seemed to be a different person just now and said loudly: "I am buying these from you now, not for your future future, not for you, okay? My "fire" came to the ground and I retorted: "Do adults have to love their children in this way? Do they think it's just a matter of studying rote books?" We get up at 5:40 every day. Aren’t we tired from running to school early? There are so many homeworks, who understands my pain? You just know how to read and read. Do you think about the children and whether they have freedom? "Hey, I've worked hard all these years, but it's not for your own good. Why don't you understand your parents?" "My mother said sternly. "Those who only know how to study hard are not willing to do so. They are forced by parents like you. Some high school students even force themselves to go to school because of their parents, and they have gone into the opposite direction. I would like to see a solution. This is nothing else but your adults forcing me to be like this. "I said loudly while sobbing... During the final verbal battle, my mother was so angry that I walked into her room. I was also tired of the quarrel, so I ran to my room to do my homework as if nothing happened. On the surface, nothing happened to me, but in my heart I was very sad: No matter what she did, I shouldn't talk to my mother in such a tone, but their "paternalism" was unbearable. Why do adults keep our own ideals in the cradle? I really think...

Maybe my mother is right, it is because I am too nervous about studying that I become like this. No matter what, I can't treat my mother who has raised me for many years with this attitude! I'd better apologize to my mother!

Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why should I? But I can't find the feeling of happiness, the rhythm of happiness, no freedom and no happiness. I'm really troubled...