Ask for a composition, topic: I grew up.

Spring is the beginning of a year. People may notice that there are buds in the soil. They have just emerged from the ground to receive sunlight and rain. They keep spreading their branches and leaves. Their direction is probably the sky. They look at the sky and want to grow.

At the same time, we are also growing, and we will change after constant tempering. One year, we no longer have the innocence of the past; For a year, we no longer have ignorance and frivolity; Within a year, we began to know how to catch up. How many years are there in life, and how much can be wasted in 365 days? As Shakespeare said, "Spring doesn't blame the east wind." How much youth have we gained in the past year, how to make up for the past, and whether we can go back in time, only we know? Or find countless reasons to cover it up? It must be remembered that the past is only a warning signal to remind us of our efforts, not a memory that we will always miss. What's the point if we just dwell on the past without paying attention to the present? In the new year, I am no longer a junior one student, so I began to think about what I paid attention to this year.

Is it study? Then why do you always wander in the same place? On the road of life, I will blame myself for not working hard enough and not focusing enough. Have I really grown up? Looking around, people spend a lot of money and time pursuing vulgar and material things, but only know how to enjoy them. But they ignored the most important point. Their connotation needs to be perfected and persisted, and their lives will remain unchanged. In the end, they are all mediocre and have a beautiful appearance. Reflecting on myself, I have never firmly grasped the time and tried to make up for the loopholes in knowledge, only to find that my laziness has the upper hand and is condescending. I was defeated myself, and summing up the setbacks of the past year made me unconvinced. If I want to overcome it, I tell myself that setbacks are inevitable, but it's useless to complain. The key lies with myself. Life is not perfect, but we can make it perfect.

There are people better than themselves everywhere. I think we are really comparing ourselves. Life has made countless progress, so don't worry about our own shortcomings. Everyone is one step at a time, slow down and hurry up, and strive to move forward. As long as there is a pay, there will be a return.

Now, I am one year older, which means I should take a new step and finish that long road.