Different picky people, only I am silent. Light air, messy pictures, appear uncoordinated. ...

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The sky is gray and it is raining in Mao Mao. I am walking alone on a country road, surrounded by empty, horribly quiet, and my mood is as humid as this weather. There is no cheerful cry of cuckoo in spring, no croak of frog in summer, and no rustling of leaves in autumn. The only thing I can hear is my intermittent sobs. ...

Walking forward, I vaguely saw a narrow ditch in the gloom. Although the water in the ditch has frozen and lost its agility, I still can't cross it. As soon as I saw it, I remembered everything that happened last night and the ditch my mother dug between us-a slap that resounded through the night sky.

From that moment on, I fled the "home" that was so important to me, but now it seems worthless. It was him. In my heart, I always thought it was him, my stepfather, who destroyed the spiritual bridge between my mother and me. Since he came to our side, my mother has paid less attention to me and rarely asked me about my study. As long as I think of the days when I lived alone with my mother, although it was very hard, I always felt a little warm. But now, my mother has changed and become as cold as a stranger, which makes me at a loss.

The oath my mother and I made has long since vanished, and so has my mother's hope for me. What should I do? Who can save me? So I looked around, longing for another life that could save me ... suddenly looking back, a sparrow stopped at my feet. Its feathers are very thin and shivering in the cold wind, but if you look closely, its footsteps have been moving forward, as if to cross the ditch ... Looking, listening and thinking, it seems that another force is surging in my heart, inspiring me to cross that narrow ditch. I slowly raised my feet, and the birds on the side kept flapping their wings. Gradually, a touch of light appeared on the horizon, accompanied by a ray of sunshine that winter.

The bird fluttered its wings and flew, and my heart fluttered with it. I don't know where my heart is going, but I firmly believe that it will build a bridge again and reach the other side of happiness.

The sunshine is warm and time goes by slowly. It is not difficult to cross the ditch of the soul. Even if it is not at the same critical point, it is enough to breathe the same air. ...

2

There will be many leaps in a person's life. I remember crossing my inner fear once!

I remember learning a ruler the next day a few years ago. The teacher said that anyone who didn't buy it would go to the office and stand all morning. Therefore, I can only buy it in the dark in winter, that is, no more than 6 o'clock in the afternoon. It gets dark every day, so I have to go to a distant store to buy it. I was born black!

On the way, in order to be brave, I trotted and sang loudly until I came to a corner. I suddenly saw a big black thing dangling around the corner like a monster. At this moment, ghosts and weapons in horror movies flashed through my mind. I try my best to control my brain. Tell yourself not to think about it. But everything is out of my control. My legs began to tremble slightly, my feet began to numb and I almost fell to the ground. The nigger in front seems to be going to eat me and fly towards me with a sandstorm. After I gave a cry, I found it was just a big black plastic bag. I really scared myself! At this time, my body straightened up and it was not far from the store. I rushed into the store, but there were so many people buying things that I had to wait in line! After waiting for the ruler, I found it was getting darker when I went out. So the inner fear increased. I put the ruler in my pocket and started running until I lost my strength. Running, I found an adult walking not far ahead. I think I will be safer if someone goes with me. So, I ran to the adult and wanted to go home with him. He seemed to see my fear and said, "Let's go together!" "Well," I answered happily. But as I walked, a ghost flashed through my mind. He asked me, "Do you believe in ghosts in this world?" I was taken aback and didn't speak, but I knew there were no ghosts in the world, just didn't know how to answer him, because my heart was very contradictory. I just can't get over the obstacles in my heart. "Actually, no, it's just your own psychology. A man, what's there to shoot! If there is a ghost, remember, you can beat it! " After listening to his words, my steps became much lighter. I got home before I knew it.

That time, I successfully crossed my inner fear!

three

When the first fallen leaf fluttered in the wind, when the first flying goose flew south, and when August 15th of 15 came, I embarked on the journey of grade three and crossed the first step of my growth.

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August 17, the day of school, walking in front of the familiar school gate, but afraid to move forward. Everything is so strange. Looking back, it has been fifteen years, fifteen years of reincarnation, fifteen August 15 days have slipped away from my growth journey. However, on this day, I have to cross the door of the third grade and my own growth.

"Look at the flowers in front of the court, and let the clouds roll out of the window." Once, I always thought that time would stop and wait for me, let me squander and let me stay. However, spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, cycle after cycle, time flies, and before I prepare, I took me to the third grade. I used to be naughty and always made my parents angry. I used to be playful and willful. I always forgot to finish my homework and plagiarized at school. I was naive and ridiculous. I always thought that time would stop for me, youth would wait for me, and my growth would be static from now on. I will always be a child, never grow up, and always live such a childish life.

However, everything is always imagined and will eventually advance by leaps and bounds.

Now, I want to enter the third grade to adapt to the tense life. I accompany books every day, watch the ups and downs of the teachers in seven subjects every day, struggle in the sea of questions every day, and watch the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination on the blackboard every day, but there is nothing I can do. Once cautious when naughty, mature and steady when naive, once playful and willful.

After all, growth needs to be crossed.

Don't always fantasize about how beautiful this moment is, forget the colorful next moment, don't always avoid growth, forget the beautiful moment brought by growth, and don't worry about leap-forward growth. The other side of the mountain is not a mountain but an eternal light. Only when you grow up can you grow, and only when you grow can you really grow! Let's stop running away and choose to grow together!