"Growing up _ _ _ _ _" requires novel topics, and don't fill in any troubles and interesting things. Who can help? Urgent! ~~

Like a tree, it probes in the soil in spring, grows in the wind and rain in summer, matures in the golden wind in autumn and sharpens in the cold in winter. Going to Qiu Lai in spring, in the long river of years, a small seedling can wash away the green and tender, and finally grow into a towering tree. Me, too. I can even feel the jointing sound of bones in my body. I can even feel the clear sound of blood flowing. I can even feel the sound of opening and blasting my vision. -I grew up.

Indeed, I have grown up! Although I talk less and less with my mother, I understand the hardship and greatness of maternal love; Although I am more and more tired of piling up homework, I understand the teacher's selflessness and dedication from the bright red "∨" and "×". Although I miss playing with my brothers, sisters and classmates, I can see sincerity and concern in their eyes. ...

Indeed, I have grown up! I can gradually understand my parents' good intentions towards me, and even blame myself for my previous willfulness. I gradually learned to think. I know I can handle my own affairs and no longer depend on my parents. You should explore your own path and go by yourself. No one can replace you.

Indeed, I have grown up! I learned to be tolerant. Hugo once said: "The ocean is the vastest in the world, the sky is the vastest than the ocean, and the human mind is the vastest than the sky." I learned to tolerate others and myself. I won't quarrel with my deskmate because of trivial matters, and I won't always be upset because I did something wrong. I have a heart as wide as the ocean.

Indeed, I have grown up! Before, whether I was sad or happy, I always kept talking; Now I know how to control my emotions. Happy, angry and silent, afraid of emotional contagion, afraid of parents. Sometimes I sit quietly at my desk and meditate-happy or sad. ...

Indeed, I have grown up! I became a sentimental girl. Do you have to lose so much when you grow up? This problem has been bothering me, and now I finally understand that the memory of the brain is limited. Only by removing old memories can we store more advanced information. I have just entered the journey of life, and a bright future is beckoning to me. I want to put aside all my troubles, to find that innocence and purity, and to pursue light and hope. ...

Growth is a cup of tea. We need to taste it slowly and drink it carefully in order to taste its sweetness and drink its bitterness. ...

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In the afternoon, holding a cup of green tea, the elegant fragrance of tea made me see the recent scene.

She is the object of my frequent quarrels. Unfortunately, this semester's seat happened to be arranged to sit with her. It's true that friends don't meet. She forgot to bring her English book when she was reading this morning. She looked at me with pitiful eyes when I was reading a book. I looked at her. She didn't speak, but I knew it. "Do you want to borrow her to watch it together?" I thought to myself, "She didn't ask me to borrow it. Why did you show it to her?" The usual contradiction urges me to oppose this practice. However, I think, where is the truth in the book and the teacher's teaching? Is "helping each other" just a casual slogan? There are contradictions, mutual assistance is true, and friendship still exists. After some psychological struggle, I finally moved the book and motioned to read it with her. She touched the book and looked up at me. We passed a warm smile.

Yes, I grew up and learned to smile.

In the evening, put a cup of black tea on the table, which is full of flavor. It tastes astringent and sad.

During the holiday, I admired a net friend. From his words, I fell in love with this feeling. However, the homework is heavy, and I can't indulge in this feeling. Therefore, I restrained myself from surfing the Internet. Although sometimes I can't help but turn on the computer secretly, every time I think of what he said to me: "Have a good class and have a good exam!" " "I always come back to reality, pick up the book and read it carefully.

Every time I close the door to sleep, I always can't restrain my feelings and often cry. ...

Yes, I grew up and learned to miss and cry.

If innocence is flawless beauty, it will be even more beautiful when you grow up. I learned to enjoy, ups and downs, which is also a problem when I grow up. Respondent: Smiling Freeman | Level 5 | May 29, 2009 19: 47

It seems that the dream of 2008 has not been finished, and people around me tell me that I have grown up. I used to think that I would never grow up, but I kept stepping on the footprints of time and quickly shuttled through the reincarnation of the four seasons.

It seems that just yesterday, I dragged my mother's leather shoes and carried my father's briefcase around the house, kicking and running around until I stopped standing on tiptoe to look at the dining table. I saw on my student ID that I was over 12 years old, and found that my arms were getting longer and longer, and I could reach the doorframe. Only then did I know that I had grown up. Open the novel and read the same words again. It is not as novel as childhood, but another unique thinking, as fresh and natural as mint leaves. I thought I should be happy, but I was replaced by greater sadness and emptiness. In retrospect, why did I just feel that I had entered a dreamland? In this dreamland, I threw a mottled rebuttal to the years with laughter, but now there is only a vague shadow, and those memories have drifted away secretly, unable to capture and touch. I was pushed to all independent situations. When I want to turn and hide back to the original world, there is no way.

I admit that I am lazy and too lazy to cure. Eat, drink, and have fun all day, so that your eyesight and grades are inversely proportional to the number of times you watch TV and play computer. My great mother, in order not to violate the praise of the whole world for her like the Yellow River flooding, strictly controls my schedule. The pace of my mother's going out indicates the arrival of my relaxation time. The so-called "old habits die hard", even if I try my best to curb it, as long as I don't have the maximum time to do my homework, I will climb to the TV even if I climb. The program is boring and can be compared with rotten vegetable roots. Sitting on the sofa or forgetting everything, my heart is bubbling with beauty. But on a certain day, I was at home alone. The moment I rushed to the TV and pressed the power button with my hand, I didn't know what was the excitement, and my fingers shrank back like an electric shock. Suddenly, I felt a panic. I just feel that I lost a lot of time in confusion. The black square in front of me is unfathomable. Why should I continue this habit? This is not my destination. I'm afraid I'll be swallowed up by it if I stay one more second. I returned to the table, feeling calm as if nothing had happened. This instinctive change puzzled me. I picked up a pen and continued my homework just now ... My eyes focused on the topic, and my mind was clear, just like clear water sliding across a marble slab. This composition is called "I Grow Up".

I heard at an early age that life is a performance. The only difference is that it has no script and no supporting role. If you can afford it, you will live a wonderful life. I don't deny my cowardice, but I won't admit I want to give up.

I leaned against the window and shouted, "I really grew up!" " "

That scene is like the picture I saw in kindergarten. I looked up at the sky, as if I felt that childhood was getting farther and farther away for me.

I left the cradle with surprise and walked out of the greenhouse built by my parents. I know that I am no longer a little boy who holds a doll with blinking eyes all day, and I am no longer a "Jiao Jiao" who can only shout "Mommy, hug" with his mouth open. I am surprised and anxious about my growth, but there is nothing I can do. I can only shrug my shoulders and go to find me when I grow up alone.

Indeed, I have grown up. But what is it when I grow up? I will always be a grown-up doll in the eyes of my parents, but in the eyes of the dolls, I am their trusted "uncle". Who am I? I don't know. I only know: I am a grown-up me.

Indeed, I have grown up. The memory of some things is getting deeper and deeper, which can't be washed away and erased. There are more and more secrets in my heart. All the joys and sorrows, sometimes can only be tasted slowly in the light, in bed and alone. Whether it's sour or sweet. Once naive and happy, but I don't know how to leave without saying goodbye; I don't know when the pressure of being promoted to a key middle school climbed on my shoulder. I wander in a world of loss and fear.

Indeed, I have grown up. When I grow up, there is often a tall and thick "wall" between me and others, and I have invisibly shut myself in a "gloomy" hut. I seem to understand mom and dad's nagging, and I want to listen to it again; Sometimes sensitive, sometimes numb. Looking at my parents' more and more white hair and wrinkles, I feel that they seem to understand me and don't seem to understand me. I always have a sense of loneliness and alienation.

Indeed, I have grown up. I want to reach out to embrace the dawn and let it leave me a little happiness. But it was taken to the unknown future by the constantly rotating hour hand. My heart is often tightly bound by contradictions and anxiety. I used to like to watch happy and fantastic fairy tales. Recently, some essays and unpredictable mystery novels about scenery, vegetation and the truth of life that I can't understand have also occupied my extracurricular reading time.

Indeed, I have grown up. I became a sentimental boy when I grew up. Do you really have so little when you grow up, but lose so much? I read in a book that Liu Qing said, "Although the road of life is long, there are often only a few important steps, especially when people are young." And I have just entered the journey of life, and a bright future is beckoning to me. I want to put aside all my troubles and look for my innocence in the past and my pure pursuit of the distant ray of light and hope on a sunny day in Wan Li and Wan Li.

Indeed, I have grown up. Before I grow up, I am eager to grow up quickly and let my dreams take me to broaden my horizons. Looking at the blue sky, dreaming of a bright future. Tomorrow, how will dreams make you mature and grow? When the wind is still blowing, it can't blow away the lead of childhood; When the sea keeps beating, it can't wash away the traces of childhood. Suddenly I looked up and looked back, and a string of long footprints had been left on the grass. Looking into the distance, the footprints disappeared in my field of vision. When I grow up, I know that if I go further, many footprints will disappear in my sight. My heart is throbbing. Isn't this life? The passage of time will drown out many past events and many new things will appear.

It gave me inspiration in life. Once you set foot on the journey of life, you should walk well and don't have to look back. Although the sun has set, it is still a starry sky all night; Although I have grown up, I still have more pursuits!

I don't know when it started, and I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people.

I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?

Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.

In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.

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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.

In our bright era of 2 1 century, every child in every family must be bathed in the sunshine of love, especially now most of them are only children. At home, grandparents and parents are all around us. But this is not good, and it has also laid a curse on our growth path.

When I was a child, my relatives and friends all said that I had enjoyed the blessings of the whole family, and I belonged to the type of "one person is full and the whole family is not hungry". Even in the fifth grade of primary school, grandpa still needs to take his children to and from school on such a short road every day.

It was not until the summer vacation when I graduated from primary school that I began to grow up. The summer sky is so refreshing, and colorful stars pervade the night sky. Because I graduated from primary school, I didn't have any homework. I had a good dinner and was watching TV. My mother suddenly took a folded piece of paper. "There is a house rented by a friend of my uncle in the opposite building. I have to pay the utilities this quarter. My uncle asked us to help collect it. Why don't you go? "

I didn't care too much, because my mother and I often joke, and this time she must have lied to me again, so I won't be so stupid!

"Will lie to me, not letter! It's true, I'm not going either! "

"I know you don't believe it, but this time it's true. Your big JIU is somewhere else, and you are not young. Is this soon? There are still many challenges for you to enter society in the future. Hurry up, while people are having dinner at home, they will arrive in less than ten minutes. "

Looking at my mother's serious expression, I should conclude that it is true. "But I don't know others. How can I tell them?" I find myself a little timid.

"How can you not say? I looked at you from the kitchen window. Where is like a man! "

Yes, I have grown so big, how can I be so timid about such a trivial matter? But ... why can't you? ! Feel really useless! No way! I can't be so timid anymore, I'll take a break! !

Mom told me something else, so I put on my shoes and went to the opposite corridor. When I arrived at the ordinary door, I found myself a little timid again. This can't be done, just one step away, how can you back down? So I knocked at the door regardless of my own ideological struggle. Anyway, as long as the door is open, I can't help talking to others.

When I opened the door, I explained my purpose to the old lady, charged the utilities, and repeatedly praised me, saying that I could help adults. This is really more exciting than any achievement and reward.

After such a long time, I will still keep knocking at that door, without timidity or "psychological warfare"

Since I knocked on that door that day, I found that I had grown a lot in the exercises my mother gave me.

Growth, the most important thing is not how much others give you, but how much you have learned in your own exercise. Therefore, in growing up, the most important thing is yourself. As long as you grow up on yourself, you will feel that growth has brought you a lot. ...

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.

Everyone is growing up from birth to now, and his body has gradually changed from small to big, and his behavior has also changed from childish to mature and sensible. In a series of changes, there are risks and surprises, just like the taste of green apples, which are sweet in acid and sour in sweetness. The taste of this growth is particularly unforgettable. In fact, growth represents a series of changes, the process is bitter, but the result is sweet. Also,

I remember that during the summer vacation, I accidentally opened my previous photo album and found a photo of my newborn, with small hands and squinting eyes, looking like a little idiot. My mother told me, "At that time, there was nothing but eating, drinking and sleeping." Slowly, I began to turn over, sit, climb, teether and eat delicious food. Soon, I was wobbling.

Later, I began to babble, knowing that as long as I shouted "Russia", I would have something to eat. If I wanted a car, I would have toys to play with. If I don't want to take a shower, I say, "No! Knowing how to communicate with people, the world has become more different, and the joy of growing up is indescribable.

Now, I can not only walk, but also run and jump: I can not only talk, but also write, draw and make friends. There is more and more knowledge in my brain, from astronomy to geography. People are more and more mature, and they know to be sincere, brave and responsible.

In the near future, I will enter adolescence. Outside, my voice will get thicker, my Adam's apple will get bigger and I will get acne. Psychologically, I will become more mature and steady. After this series of changes, I will break out of the cocoon like a caterpillar, become a beautiful butterfly and face a new future.

Growth is a necessary process for everyone. As long as you face it with a normal heart, you will find that although the process is a bit thrilling, it is also full of surprises everywhere!

Part II: Walking on the road of growth

Growth, for many people, may be just the height and strength of the body! These are people's prints.

Impression, the so-called growth, refers to the accumulation of experience with age, not words or actions.

The process of change is called growth. A person's growth is to go through countless bumpy roads, yes.

It takes countless cruel setbacks, mixed with bitterness and joy, to be called growth.

Learning is an important strategy for growth. Everyone can grow only through learning.

Studying the general courses of various subjects in school is to enhance the growth of intelligence; We have been studying beauty professionally.

Knowledge is also the growth of skills. In group life, we learned how to get along with others and learn.

It is human nature how to care about and be a man's lifestyle, so as to cultivate noble sentiments of mutual tolerance.

The growth of personality. Under the influence of all kinds of education in the school, we strive to learn moral education from many aspects, and we will study day by day.

Grow up.

We are very happy to be born in this progressive era, not suffering from war, and people are living today.

With the well-off life and the popularization of social education, in order to become a country in the future, we should strive for the upper reaches and outline.

Liang, become a good example for the next generation. We should develop morally, intellectually, physically and artistically.

Exhibition, mastery, can't undertake the purpose of learning.

In the process of growing up, we should thank everyone who supported us.

From birth, we became young people. Have we not been cared about by many people?

Where is the nurse? Because of this, I can learn and grow up smoothly so far. At home, I want to thank my parents and brothers.

; At school, I want to thank teachers and classmates; In society, I would like to thank everyone and nature.

Everything.

The older you grow up, the more you should be grateful. Don't forget to keep it a secret. We will report every point. Besides, we

Learning and growing up is a process of owing others, so why don't we be grateful? Everyone should

Only by studying hard with gratitude can we become stronger and better.

Every star flashes like a song, and every morning indicates infinite enlightenment. Standing at the crossroads of life, I look back, and the bits and pieces along the way, like footprints on the beach, are truly engraved in my heart, reminding me that we are growing.

Standing outside the threshold of adults, there may be immature faces behind them. There is a hint of cynicism in the bright young eyes, and a faint sadness lurks in the lonely smile. Perhaps growth is like this: mixed feelings of sadness and joy, lost joy, noisy and quiet. The days when there were mixed flavors became fragrant in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories.

In the process of growing up, what we need is a calm experience, a calm feeling and a brave face. Everyone's growth cannot be smooth sailing. 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. Just when I was about to give up, Santiago said, "People are not born to be defeated", and retreat will no longer be a reason; Just as I was about to give up, Napoleon said, "The word' difficulty' has never been used in my dictionary." Difficulties will no longer be an excuse.

Everything has shortcomings, and the shortcomings in growth are troubles. But it is precisely because of this deficiency that the original things are better. Growing up means saying goodbye to childhood. Everything in childhood, we are so nostalgic and unforgettable. There are too many memories of our childhood, so happy and so moved. In childhood, there were beautiful dolls, cakes, ice cream, toys, all the things we owned and wanted to keep. And growth, no doubt, completely obliterates these. All I have is the dream mirror I once yearned for and the fear when I wake up. Since childhood, we have been hurt a lot, but remember one sentence, thank those who hurt you, because they taught you something and learned something that only you can understand.

Developmental pain

I feel a lot of growing pains, and these pains are growing.

My mother told me that I 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.

The road to the growth of topic composition

The road to growth is bumpy and smooth. Many things in the rough need your efforts, and friends and relatives in the flat will give you some help. The road to growth is monotonous and colorful. Monotonia spends most of her time studying, but Colorful still has time to do her own thing. The road to growth is boring and interesting. Boring, I have to do a lot of things I don't want to do, and I am interested in doing what I want to do when my parents are away.

The first morning star when I was growing up was my mother, who brought me to this strange world and helped me get familiar with it. It was my mother who taught me to walk and let me have fun with my feet; It was my mother who taught me to speak, so that I could express my thoughts better. It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the history of words; It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the long and interesting history of China. The second morning star is my first teacher, who brought me into the ocean of knowledge and let me know the fun of learning; Bring me into the river of books and let me understand that reading is an interesting thing; It brought me into the stream of my classmates and made me gain pure friendship.

It is inevitable to stumble on the road of growth. I remember once, I went to an essay contest with confidence. I thought it must be the first prize, but I didn't expect to get an excellent certificate because of my hard work. I am disappointed, but failure is the mother of success. In order to strive for this tone, I studied the composition book hard, often took part in composition classes, actively signed up for an composition competition, and finally entered the final in an composition competition, although I don't know the result yet.

Let's work together on the road of growth.