Growing pains

Stepping through the song-like flower season and the poetic rainy season, I suddenly found that the laughter and sadness of the past have been quietly put on the old pillow, and the magnificent Xia Hong in my childhood eyes was taken away by the geese who came home late, and my eyes were less naughty and naive. I don't know when it started, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and love affairs all became daily necessities and became future careers. For the old saying "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night", it seems to be just a strong and sad new word. However, the cost of growing up has brought me many practical troubles ... Time flies, and under the guidance of the trinity of society, school and parents, I have laid a solid belief in the hearts of every student. If you want to realize your dream, you need four words first-"get ahead", which creates a strong competitive atmosphere. Although there are no ever-victorious generals in the world, when I recall my "Waterloo" again and again, my sense of loss will slowly come to my mind, especially when I enter the third year of high school. Facing the reality of college entrance examination, my future will be decided by my score. A loss will bring new troubles. As a frivolous young man, I hid my thoughts after many unsuccessful elections. Why has the teacher always rated him as an excellent student with all-round development, and he missed the vote that his classmates trusted again and again? On that unforgettable day, trouble was my only friend. But real life tells me that with more humility, less arrogance and more love, my friend's warm hand will eventually reach out to you, but this growing trouble has taught me the art of communication. Many times, I feel that I have lost something in my life. Is it that the cost of growing up is too high to keep me childish? Even the salty tears in my eyes at that time are now dissolved into bitter troubles. Some people call it a growing experience. Whether our heartstrings will vibrate like ripples or not, the heroism of "one thing can make a teenager crazy" in the past has long been forgotten. Even if it makes us stop being reckless and look at things with a cold and calm eye, it has brought a lot of troubles to my growth. So in the experience and troubles, we have gained a kind of temperament and grace, which is the trouble of growing up. Indeed, many troubles brought by the growth cost are like paying a heavy tax for our own maturity, but I prefer a lyric: "I'm bored recently ... I'm bored, but I'm not confused." I will grow up quietly ... "

Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past. When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study. As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling. My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.

Growing pains I feel that there are many growing pains, and these pains are growing. My mother told me that we should lay a good foundation now and prepare for entering the society and having a good position in the future. Mom also said that a person with social status will have money. When the time comes, you will have whatever you want, and you will never live a hard life like laid-off workers again. So I want to study hard, learn knowledge well and be admitted to a famous university. With a good diploma, you have a good job, and there is nothing to worry about in your later life. After listening to these words, I thought to myself, yes, my mother thinks about my future with adult thinking, and my mother will never hurt me. But then I found that these words seemed right, but they didn't seem right. Study at school every day and accept some principles of being a man. According to the Chinese book, you can't just care about yourself and ignore others. The teacher said, learn knowledge well and serve the motherland. I'm starting to get confused. Why should I study? How important is status, money and honor in life? Who can tell me what to do? This is really a very realistic and contradictory question. When you are a child, you don't have to think about these things. After eating, you can play, go shopping, climb mountains, go fishing, catch cicadas, go home, lie on the bed, tilt your feet, hum songs, read comic books and fairy tales, and be free. It's different now. It seems that overnight, everything needs your input and thinking. When the class chooses class cadres, the teacher wants each student to go to the stage and say that he is willing to be a certain position. When I got home, my mother boasted and wanted to be the monitor. Not only can you exercise yourself, but most importantly, it will be easier to join the party after paving the way for the future. When I fill out any form, I won't say that I haven't done anything. I have self-knowledge, and with my ability, it is impossible to be a monitor. My mother encourages me, but I just want to be ordinary and study quietly. I've had enough of my mother's endless nagging. I thought about my mother's wish that the girl would become a phoenix, so I agreed. I gave a speech on the stage that day. I said that I wanted to be a monitor most. Although I worked as a propaganda committee member in primary school, I lost my job later. My ability is not strong, but I think life should constantly improve myself, so if I become a monitor, I will try my best to help the class and do my best. I was very unhappy when I walked off the platform. I thought what I just said was a lie. I really admire myself for having such ability and making it up so well. Doing what you don't want to do is a very painful thing, but you have to bite the bullet and do it.

Trouble, since I went to school. Needless to say, it is such a heavy schoolbag, and it is not necessary to say that it is called a book with high "gold content". My parents' nagging and their oppression have been bothering me for months. The older you get. The troubles are getting heavier and heavier, and I can't breathe.

Time slipped away quietly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life became a memory, and I also entered a brand-new middle school era. However, my troubles are approaching, and one piece is coming at me.

Just after school that day, my homework was just finished at school. I want to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my nervous and tired body. Before you start, the "machine gun" aimed at you and began to "shoot" at you: "Don't review quickly, you are a junior high school student, and you still have time to watch TV leisurely here!" At this time, I had to go back to my room with a "serious injury" and bury myself in the sea of books. Why can't parents feel their children's mood now? You can only curse easily, even ... hey! I can't help it Competing with my mother is asking for trouble. Why bother? Might as well read a book. ...

Another time was even worse: I had a lot of homework that day. As soon as you come back, go back to your room and do small copywriting. I just sat down. "Come down quickly." Mom shouted, "Liu Yi, look what good things mom bought for you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that my mother bought me my favorite glass! In the past, it was all some composition books and some math exercises. Who knows ... hey! Ideas plummeted. My mother whispered to me, "Look, you are in middle school. It is better to buy more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality and detailed. Otherwise, you should read more books every day ... "I interrupted my mother and said loudly," You know, I have a lot of homework and tasks assigned by my teacher. Growing up, I have always obeyed the wishes of your adults. After the vacation, I was asked to learn this and that, and my brain almost exploded. Should I really do something like "robot" all day? " Mom and someone who seems to have changed just now said loudly, "I'm buying these from you now, not for your future, not for your own good?" My "fire" retorted: "Do adults have to love children so much that reading dead books is enough? "We get up at 5: 40 every day. Aren't we tired of running to school early? With so much homework, who knows my pain? You only know reading and reading. Do you think the children are free? " "Hey, I've been trying for years, but it's not for your own good. You don't know anything about your parents? " Mom said sternly. "Like those who only know how to read dead books, it's not their own will, it's all forced by your parents. Some high school students even forced themselves to go to school for their parents. This is nothing else, but you adults forced it. " I sobbed and said loudly ... My mother was so angry that she walked into her room in the last war of words. I'm tired of noise myself. I ran into the room to do my homework as if nothing had happened. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with me, but in fact, I feel very sad: no matter how bad my mother is, I should not talk to her in such a tone. But their paternalism is unbearable. Why do adults hold our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to. ...

Maybe my mother is right, but I am too nervous to study, which makes me like this. Anyway, I can't treat my mother who raised me for many years with this attitude. Hey! I still have to apologize to my mother!

Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find a happy feeling, a happy rhythm and a free happiness? I'm really upset. ...

Developmental pain

Growing up-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me.

At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it. This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. ...

Every time before going out, my mother always nags: girls should sit still and stand still, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is just a routine, repeating it. But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves.

What am I? My mother's good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am 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 up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles!