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 fight for this tone, I studied the composition book hard, often took part in the composition class, actively signed up for the composition competition, and finally entered the final in an composition competition. .......
Let's work together on the road of growth.
I drew a perfect picture for my college life. I came in with a blank sheet of paper and didn't go out with paste. I will collect this piece of white paper that records my youth footprint and stay away from the comfortable college life. Stepping into society and the future, the future is a land of thorns. I am a fanatical person. I need my own hands to build my own sky. As long as you try, you won't regret it.
Looking back suddenly, we found ourselves growing up. I don't know when the word "18 years old" has been on our lips. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred that I could fly higher and farther only when I grew up. At this time, when I really have to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!
In the two years of high school, I unconsciously spent the flower season of 16 years old and experienced the rainy season of 17 years old. I once sighed in confusion and found myself in peace. We grew up in confusion and peace. So, I began to get used to thinking about everything around me with my own brain. Perhaps this idea is superficial, but we proud but not blindly obedient children are eager to bid farewell to our youth and ignorance with reason and maturity.
18 years old is an end and a beginning. At this moment, in the alternation of gains and losses, in the transformation of persecution and abandonment, we feel happiness and pain. Almost all the pain comes from the pursuit of dreams. When we experienced countless pains to realize our dreams, we finally realized the joy, and then realized that pain often breeds the seeds of happiness. Growth is not an easy thing, and pain is not necessarily a bad thing. In pain, we know that when reality cannot be changed, we should change ourselves in time, but we always love to bargain with reality, because we deeply love this world, a world full of happiness, warmth, love and pain. In the process of growing up, we learned to discover, cherish, smile and appreciate the beauty of the inseparable summary in our hearts. Because we know that as long as we turn around freely, we can find new beautiful scenery.
Growing up is a pain, but I don't want it to leave a scar. Growth is a kind of transformation, and it takes hardship to break out of the cocoon.
The road to growth is often lonely, so you should learn to cheer for yourself when no one is cheering. Don't be afraid, don't worry, face everything you encounter in your growth bravely and frankly, give yourself encouragement, give yourself faith and give yourself happiness. In the journey of growing up, what we need is a calm experience, a calm perception and a brave face.
Standing on the threshold of an adult, you may still have immature faces in front of you. 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.
Once bitter days, in the memory of the picture, have become fragrant. Whenever the night comes with light steps, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories. In my memory, my wishes and beautiful promises, persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into happy leaves, which I carefully collected.
Yes, growth records the pain and also engraves the joy. Along the steps of growth, we step by step towards maturity and the future.