Trouble in the growth of composition

Little boy, little trouble, carefree, happy ... "Every time I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...

When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.

But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grow up, I go home every day and get confused by a lot of homework. I want to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that it will never be finished. I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable.

I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of misery. Today, I am in the third grade, facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What if I fail the exam? I worry every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? or ...

How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again.

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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.

Sometimes, maybe less homework will make learning more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can't breathe. Learning is a must. Otherwise, the 5,000-year cultural history of China will be destroyed in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day. This is a kind of abuse. Little teenagers are seldom bothered and carefree ... "Whenever I hear the children in Grade Three sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...

I really don't want to grow up, how nice it is to be a child, carefree!

I want to go back to childhood!

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, just a repetition. 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!

Developmental pain

"The sun will still climb up tomorrow morning, the flowers will still bloom tomorrow, the beautiful birds will disappear, and my chicks will never come back …" Dance of Youth led my thoughts to the past. Unconsciously, I have grown up and entered adolescence.

I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne. I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying!

After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own thing when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like nagging. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I will have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I cry secretly. I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.

What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. I often talk back when I disagree with my parents or discuss something. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I am wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.

I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. My old clothes don't suit me, so I need to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to buy it. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two things, but my mother said that children should not dress too mature. Finally, I had to buy some clothes for older children. But shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip cost a lot of money!

Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some worry that their studies are not going well, some worry that they have acne, and some are wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be growth.

I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles.

As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (I really don't want them to know)

That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me.

I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!

Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.