Chapter 1: Growth is like intermittent spring rain, like Xia Feng rustling in the shade, like autumn leaves dancing gently with the wind, like winter snow falling quietly. The growing time is turning page by page in the collection of time. ...
Facing the wind in the rain, I walked through the ravines for eleven years, leaving many crooked footprints in my life. Two months ago, I left my alma mater, which raised me for six years. Now, I have just entered the school gate of junior high school, and at the same time, my time collection has turned a new page.
On my desk, there are two photos, which were taken when I was in the first grade of primary school and when I graduated. At first glance, I have changed a lot now. I remember six years ago, I was a naive child, carrying a schoolbag and walking into the school gate of a primary school. Today, six years later, I'm already a young man full of vigor and excellent academic performance, and I've entered another school gate-junior high school.
Once upon a time, I was not sensible, and I only asked my parents for what I liked. At the age of five, Barbie dolls, toy blocks and smart puzzles at home have piled up like mountains. However, for me, it is not enough at all, and it will always be too little. Moreover, the habit of liking the new and hating the old has long been commonplace, so there are still many 70% to 80% new toys that I have entered the "cold palace". I remember once, my mother and I passed a toy store, and a "little princess" in the window caught my eye-she was wearing a white evening dress, a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes, a sapphire necklace and amethyst earrings, and the little crown in her hair set it off beautifully. Oh, my God, what kind of toy is this? It is clearly a princess in a fairy tale! It's so beautiful that I have to get off to see it. Walking into the toy store, my soul seems to have been sucked away, so I won't come out and ask for it. Mother wants to buy me a set of story books, but I don't care. This doll is going to be repaired. My mother couldn't stand my noise and insisted on buying it for me, and I was satisfied.
What about me now? Although there are still many shortcomings, I have learned a lot. Last month, my aunt took my cousin and me to the welfare home, where the children showed me what we children didn't have. In the welfare home, they don't have such a superior life as ours, but they are also very cute and sensible. When we got off the bus, they politely helped us open the car door and welcomed us. After we went in, they helped us move things, asked us to sit down and poured us water. This is really wise. Although they are orphans and some may even be disabled, they are still smart, sensible and polite. Without the care of their parents, they are still strong and alive. What about us? Since I was a child, I have been regarded as the darling and the apple of my eye, for fear of falling into my hand and putting it in my mouth. In such a life, we should work harder and live up to the expectations of our elders.
Now, I understand a lot-I understand the truth, I learn to be grateful, I find beauty ... this is a wake-up call during my growth, which makes me really grow up.
Under the twelve-year-old sky, looking back at the bits and pieces of growth, like rolling waves, inspires me to move forward towards a better future.
Chapter 2: Growing pains Growing youth is a beautiful music, growing youth is a colorful picture, and growing youth is an impassioned poem. And I, in the process of growing up, have more knowledge about the overturned five-flavor bottle. While enjoying the happiness, I realized the growing pains more.
When I changed from an innocent pupil to an enviable "outsider from the south", I was surrounded by flowers and applause. I walk like a fly and often laugh in my dreams. My mother always touches my head with a serious face, and then touches my forehead a few times, with a suspicious face. Alas, how can she understand my heart? How can the joy brought by the honor of "first prize" be compared with the stimulation of "outsiders from the south"?
However, the joy of growing up doesn't always take care of me. No, here comes the trouble. The unexpected guest came with such ferocity that I was unprepared. There are many experts here, and my grades have plummeted!
I failed in the English exam this mid-term exam! My English has dropped from the top of primary school to Sun Shan now, which makes me dumbfounded. I can't tell whether it is wronged or not. I think I have mastered all subjects, especially English, which is my strong point. I clearly remember: I can cope without previewing before class, I can answer almost the same questions without paying attention after class, and I can do almost all the exercises after class. However, the unsatisfactory test results made me completely depressed: that's how primary schools learn, isn't it?
My heart is more chaotic than a wool ball scratched by a cat; I am more at a loss than a lonely goose; Worried than a deer in the dead ice and snow ... now, what should I do? It is said that catching up and catching up, even if there is rock-solid determination and passion, but after all, the gap is too big. It's like I'm trapped in an endless bottomless swamp I've been expecting to regain my confidence in the next exam, but when I think of 74 points, I suddenly can't breathe, as if I were on my back. Alas, I have to blame growth. If only I were still in primary school!
Looking at me at a loss, my mother said earnestly, "You should also thank growth, because it gives you thinking, and setbacks can exercise your will." At this moment, I am like a person who has been blind for many years. Caged birds die; People drifting in the vast sea discovered the new continent.
Although the process of growing up has brought me troubles and troubles, it has also given me confidence and courage. This sudden trouble gradually makes me at a loss, and the setbacks in my growth will constantly hone my will and inspire my fighting spirit. I firmly believe that only after experiencing wind and rain can I describe the most beautiful rainbow in my growing youth!
Growing pains, sweet pains!
It snowed heavily that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy. When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night.
I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily. I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the lamp, and my parents sat under the lamp and silently accompanied me in the middle of the night ... I can't remember how many little things were full of parents' love and how many parents were as concerned as the sun.
I remember playing carefree all day when I was a child and always being so close to my parents. At that time, I liked to play hide-and-seek with my father, go to the market to buy snacks with my mother, and be lazy in my father's arms. I used to learn to walk behind my father secretly, and I used to watch her wash after my mother. At that time, I always felt that the place where my parents were was my happy paradise! Time always flies so fast! In a blink of an eye, I am no longer a child.
I no longer like my mother to arrange my life, and I no longer like my father's urging; I no longer like my mother's advice and rely on my father's arms ... I began to hate my father's rough hands and my mother's endless nagging; I would rather tell my good friends what I think than my parents. But mom and dad don't think so. They don't seem to see my indifference and rebellion, and they still pay for me silently. That morning, the sun was still so bright and free, and my parents were still busy, so I slammed the door and walked with my head held high.
But at noon, when I trudged into the gate, my mother immediately opened the door to meet me and pulled me into the house. As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked by what I saw! Delicious cakes, flickering candlelight, emotional songs, displayed delicacies, harmonious atmosphere, bright smiling faces, kind father and loving mother. This day is so different from the past, and now I suddenly realize that today is my birthday! My parents put me in their hearts every day, stubborn and rebellious. At this time, all the pictures of the past suddenly emerged.
Chapter four: 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 at this turning point, whoever relaxes is waiting for you "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn 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 masterpiece, 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 "pleasure in suffering" more attentively, taste the troubles of growth, "boredom", time is "walking" and experience is "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by heart. ...
Chapter five: The river of growing years flows slowly, and the footprints of growth are deeply left. Looking back suddenly, I left a string of deep or shallow footprints on the road of growth, recording happiness and sadness and accompanying me along the way.
When I was a child, I always loved to play in the bunker downstairs with my friends. It was so happy and comfortable to step on the soft sand. Accidentally, I fell and tried to get up. A string of footprints appeared behind us, and the sun shone on our smiling faces, making them more brilliant. That string of footprints records joy and my growth. When I was a child, I was happy and carefree. I hope I will always be a child.
I went to kindergarten, and I loved reading at that time. Every evening, I always pester my mother to take me to the bookstore to read books, cross the bustling pedestrian street and come to the bookstore door. When I was a child, I always liked to step on those big footprints printed outside the door. How interesting. Today, although I am not as happy as a child, I have another more substantial happiness, that is, reading. Books take me to the ocean of knowledge, and the big footprints outside the bookstore are the testimony of my happy growth.
Now I am an eighth-grade student, and I am out of breath, accompanied by repeated failures.
Today, I failed the exam again. I was holding a math paper with less than 80 points in my hand, and my tears were spinning in my eyes. It was so boring. Walking listlessly on the way home, I inadvertently stepped into the sandpit where I played. A series of footprints were printed, and a gust of wind blew away the test paper in my hand and blew it into the bunker. I'll get it quickly. Suddenly I saw footprints, which reminded me of the happy footprints left by running here when I was a child, and also reminded me of the huge footprints that the kindergarten stepped on in front of the bookstore. Thought of here, I smiled, a heartfelt smile. Ah, I see, in fact, happiness is with me, with my growth.
Isn't failure and frustration a happy reminder? How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Only by standing the test can we be happy, the most fulfilling happiness. Only by laughing can you feel happy. Yes, I nodded firmly. I must study hard and get good grades in the exam! I picked up the test paper and strode home ... I left a string of footprints behind me, which turned golden under the sunlight, and it was these footprints that led to success and happiness.
Thanks to the growing footprint, I found my self-confidence and my childhood happiness. Indeed, as long as you observe carefully, you will find. And this happiness, like footprints, will always follow us and grow with us forever.
Chapter 6: Growth is a song, a simple and tortuous song, with movement and quietness, joy and sadness, the grandeur of "I will climb the Changfeng one day and break the heavy waves", the melancholy of "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and the open-mindedness of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
Growth is a process. When we are lucky enough to open our eyes and come into this world, we begin to grow. From ignorance to erudition, from innocence to profundity, we have arranged endless stories. In retrospect, we may find many stories ridiculous, but it is these ridiculous stories that enrich our knowledge warehouse, make us understand that "knowledge is power" and make us realize the powerlessness and helplessness of ignorance. During this period, we can say that we have experienced hardships and tribulations. "A hundred rivers go east to the sea, and when will they go west?" The lost time can only leave good memories. However, doesn't the process of growing up also contain the hard sweat of parents and teachers? Don't the expectations of elders also depend on our growth process? So growth is a vivid integration, tolerance and convergence. However, it is this colorful color that condenses a colorful and valuable life.
Growth is a kind of beauty. The beauty of growth lies in that we constantly spit out the old and absorb the new, and that it breeds gorgeous stamens, bright smiles and fruitful gains in metabolism. We are growing up, and our growth history is to replace another lifestyle with one lifestyle, and move towards another maturity based on one maturity. There are flowers and fruits in the process of growth, and more are buds in bud. When our parents and teachers saw our beauty in full bloom, they all showed happy smiles on their faces. "Flowers bloom again, people are no longer young", yes, "black hair doesn't know how to learn early, but a bald head regrets learning late". Only by working hard can we "go up a storey still higher", absorb the noble spirit between heaven and earth and create tomorrow's glory.
Growth is a fortune. "A horse will never gallop unless another horse catches up." Horses need challenges, and human growth needs challenges even more. As long as you bravely accept the challenge of life, no one's life is smooth sailing, but different people have different understandings of the difficulties along the way. For the weak, difficulties are the source of heaven and earth; For the strong, it is priceless. Success is very simple, that is, whether you have confidence and persistence in the face of difficulties. We can regard any difficulty as an opportunity to exercise and improve again and again, and we can regard it as every challenge in life, and you will have all the beauty and happiness.
Growth is wonderful because of dedication, and dedication is beautiful because of strength. As long as everyone has a pair of flying wings in their hearts, they will certainly find a growth hall that suits them!
Chapter 7: Growth Record Book "Growth" is a colorful word. In the process of growing up, joy and trouble inadvertently branded one footprint after another on this road of growth, which can be described as "making me happy and sad." Growth is like a small river, growth is like a fishing net, capturing the joy and sadness in growth, and these sorrows are like jasmine flowers at the entrance, which are constantly aftertaste in the mouth. ...
The sea of knowledge has given us many colorful shells, and also created our competitiveness. There is no "ever-victorious general" in learning, so in learning, countless competitors are like sailing boats sailing in the vast sea, "sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." People around us are constantly making progress and constantly striving for academic performance, so the performance is like sesame blossoms-rising steadily. Seeing the success of others, I feel that everything I do seems to be worse than anyone else. Give it to me.
At the starting line of this study, every player is "full of stamina" and keeps catching up behind me. Students in front should always be alert to the students behind them to catch up, and students behind them should always be afraid of retrogression. Therefore, whether I am in the front or the back, I am afraid. "One step away, it's too late to regret", a mistake that I regret again and again because of carelessness. If I carve unforgettable memories in my mind, I will feel ashamed and depressed, and sometimes I will feel sorry for teachers and classmates being wronged for no reason. At that time, I could only hide in the corner alone, because no one understood me and was sad. In life, I often quarrel because my parents and I disagree, and always break up in discord. And inadvertently make parents feel very angry, but I refuse to admit my mistake because of face. Therefore, every time I see my parents, I feel guilty.
On this road of growth, it is precisely because of sadness and joy that this colorful life path has been formed. Maybe yesterday gave me endless sadness, but people can't always bear so many burdens. We should not face today with sadness. No matter today or yesterday, I only know that "hope is tomorrow". Believe it: tomorrow's sunshine will be brighter than today's. Our future is still waiting for us to fill in the colors. Let's pick up the brush in our hands and describe our life with our own hands!
Chapter 8: Growth is happy, but it must be accompanied by setbacks. As long as we work hard and don't give up easily, we will be able to overcome them one by one, and success will bring us a good aftertaste. For example, military training before primary school graduation is a beautiful memory.
At the beginning of the fifth grade, as soon as the teacher announced that we were going to military training, our class exploded. Some people were happy, some were depressed and some were silent. I thought: What can I do? I've never been out alone for more than a day. What should I do if I meet something I haven't met before? At the moment, I can't help worrying about the three-day military training.
Early that morning, we went to Luhui base by bus, wiped the table and folded the quilt. These things don't bother me. I do too much at home. The first day, it went well.
The next day, we will welcome a whole day of military training. After dividing into groups, we followed an instructor into the sunshine. First of all, the instructor began to introduce himself: "My name is Hu, Gu. Please call me Instructor Hu. The rules are turning, nothing else, start class! " Many of us are stunned by this momentum and secretly have a good impression on this rigorous instructor.
"The first action, stand at attention and be at ease!" As soon as instructor Hu's voice fell, the students began to practice, but they didn't master the essentials of action. Either it's wrong here or it's wrong there, and the movements are so clumsy, not as chic as instructor Hu at all. Then under the guidance of the instructor, we made a little progress. These two seemingly simple actions are so difficult when it's our turn to do them. We are really ashamed. ...
"The second action, stand up!" We stood up lazily and were severely criticized by the teacher, and everyone stood up seriously and forcefully. The instructor finally showed that satisfied smiling face.
It's time to rest. The instructor changed his serious expression and chatted with us. We are very happy that everyone left a good impression on him.
We wrapped wonton for dinner, and the skin of wonton is in my hand, but I seem to think that the skin is too small to wrap the stuffing at all. I managed to pack a few that I thought were good. When I was in the pot, I found that wonton was "separated from flesh and blood". I ate my own "batter" at dinner and said, "Who knows, Chinese food is hard!"
On the last day, after we got on the bus, I enjoyed the military training on the bus and felt really good.
Perhaps this military training is just an episode in my life, but it is a rare training in my life, which will benefit me for life.
Chapter 9: What is growth?
"Growth is like the process of feathering into a butterfly; It's like a pile of martial arts novels on the bedside. The beauty of heroes and chivalrous companions are thrilling; It is also like a poem copied from this book. Or happy or sad, sing loudly when happy, and cry when depressed. "
"Field trips again and again. When I fell, I got up again. I didn't complain, I wasn't discouraged and I didn't stay. "
"Climb up step by step, look back at the road you have traveled and smile; Turn your head, face forward, and continue to climb without words. "
"molting again and again. Molting is pain, bleeding, risk and failure; But it is also the embarrassment and expectation for the future, becoming mature and beautiful. "
These are called growth.
Gorky said: "Youth is a common name. It is happy and beautiful, but it is also full of hard training." Yes, in the process of growing up, everything will not be smooth sailing, and it is inevitable that we will encounter all kinds of bumps, but the rainbow after the storm is beautiful. You know, there are always some unknown sadness and pain behind beautiful things.
Bing Xin's famous sentence also mentioned that the flower of success is often envied by modern people. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. It is a process of growth, and there is always endless pain and suffering behind the growth of flowers.
Growth is a process. On the road to growth, you will fall, get hurt, succeed, be happy, fail and be sad. But we deeply know that there will always be some bumps and disappointments on the road of growth. Sorrow and pain accompanied us, and happiness held our hands.
In the process of growing up, we strive for a new day, only to find that there are many forks in the road waiting for my choice, and there are many multiple-choice questions that make us feel at a loss. In the face of difficult challenges and confused choices, we have made further growth. Maybe, we will have a storm, maybe, we will have a rainbow after the rain. On the road to growth, there are joys and sorrows.
We grow up in the passage of time, just like a never-ending hourglass. We can't stop there, even though we will face thorns all the way. We persist, work hard and go forward bravely.
In the process of growth, growth is a test, and we feel progress in the test; Growth is an experience, and we are strong in the experience; Growth is a sigh, and we cherish it in the sigh.
Youth is growth, and growth must go through youth. Every child will bloom his own crystal in the process of growth.
This is the process of growing up.