Growing pains composition, 350 words.

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. 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, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and love affairs have become daily necessities and 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, under the guidance of the trinity of society, schools and parents, a solid belief has been laid 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.

It is true that the cost of growth has brought us a lot of troubles, such as imposing heavy taxes on our own maturity, but I prefer a lyric: "I am bored recently ... I am bored, but I am not confused." I will grow up quietly ... "