Growing taste composition

Time flies, time flies. The fleeting time explains the meaning of growth, and the journey of life, like a five-flavor bottle that has overturned the years, makes me savor the taste of growth.

Growth is sour. When my brother was young, my parents loved him very much, and I was not sad because he needed someone to take care of him. But now, my brother has grown up, and his parents' doting makes him unable to take care of himself now, and everything depends on his parents. Once, while I was doing my homework, my brother came to disturb me and scribbled on my exercise book, making my schoolbag messy. I scolded him angrily. My brother not only didn't know the mistake, but also found his mother and said that I bullied her, and her mother taught me a lesson. Said my brother was still young, and I blamed him for not letting him. I didn't let it fall, tears in my eyes, but my heart was sour. Mom, do you know that your homework is due tomorrow?

Growth is sweet. When I entered the school on the first day, I was glad that I finally became a middle school student. But everything at school is strange to me. I used to be afraid, scared, confused and lonely, but over time, I got along more and more harmoniously with my classmates and teachers. In class, we listen to the teacher carefully. Play enthusiastically and boldly with classmates after class. Teachers and classmates are so amiable and lovely. I like school gradually. Sweet in my heart, this is my yearning life and study!

Growth is bitter. With the growth of age, the burden of study is getting heavier and heavier, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Every day, I cope with a mountain of homework in front of me, running around the two points and one line of "school-home", and even weekends are filled with various cram schools. I can only imagine the shepherd boy's distant flute in black and white. When I was a child, my innocent smile was getting farther and farther away from me. Thinking of "throwing sandbags", "throwing stones" and "playing house", and then looking at "Chinese", "English" and "math" on the reading table, my heart is bitter. I can't help feeling: childhood is really good!

Growing up is spicy. When I was a child, I always lived a carefree life of "clothes to reach out, food to open my mouth". Growing up means learning to survive slowly and taking care of yourself. I remember washing clothes for the first time and dyeing blue jeans on a white shirt. I remember the first time I cooked, I forgot to put water on it and burned the whole pot. I remember washing dishes for the first time and breaking several dishes ... my heart is burning. I can't help wondering: have I really grown up?

Flowers bloom, cicadas sing, leaves fall, and the first frost. Time is still flying, I am still growing, and I am constantly experiencing the taste of growth!