Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life became a memory, and I also entered a brand-new middle school era. However, my trouble is approaching and the debris is coming at me.
Just after school that day, my homework was just finished at school. I want to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my nervous and tired body. Before I had time, the "machine gun" aimed at you and began to "shoot" at you: "Don't hurry to review, you are a junior high school student, and you still have time to watch TV leisurely here!" At this time, I had to go back to my room with a "serious injury" and bury myself in the sea of books. Why can't parents feel their children's mood now? You can only curse easily, even ... hey! I can't help it Competing with my mother is asking for trouble. Why bother? Might as well read a book. ...
Another time was even worse: there was too much homework that day. As soon as you come back, go back to your room and do small copywriting. I just sat down. "Come down," my mother shouted, "Liu Yi, look what my mother bought you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that my mother bought me my favorite glass! In the past, it was all some composition books and some math exercises. Who knows ... hey! My mind plummeted. My mother whispered to me, "Look, you are in middle school. It is better to buy more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality and detailed. Otherwise, you should read more books every day ... "I interrupted my mother and said loudly," Do you know that I have a lot of homework now, and I have tasks assigned by teachers since I was a child? I spend most of my time studying and have to finish a lot of homework. I hardly have time to play. I think you should read my ideological and political books. After the holiday, I have to learn this and that, and my brain is about to explode. Should I really do something like a robot all day? " Mom and someone who seems to have changed just now said loudly, "I'm buying these from you now, not for your future, not for your own good?" My "fire" retorted: "Do adults have to love children so much that reading dead books is enough? "We get up at 5: 40 every day. Aren't we tired of running to school early? With so much homework, who knows my pain? You only know how to study. Do you think the children are free? " "Hey, I've been trying for many years, but it's not for your own good. How much do you know about your parents? " Mom said sternly. "Like those who only know how to read dead books, they are not voluntary, but forced by your parents. Some high school students even went to the wall to let their parents go to school by themselves. This is nothing but you adults forcing them to do this. " I sobbed and said loudly ... My mother was very angry, and she walked into her room in the final debate. I'm tired of arguing with myself. Some people ran to their rooms to do their homework as if nothing had happened. On the surface, I have nothing, but in fact I feel very sad: I shouldn't talk to my mother in such a tone, no matter how bad my mother is. But their paternalism is unbearable. Why do adults hold our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to. ...
Maybe my mother is right, but I am too nervous to study, which makes me like this. Anyway, I can't treat my mother who raised me for many years with this attitude. Hey! I still have to apologize to my mother!
Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find a happy feeling, a happy rhythm and a free happiness? I'm really upset. ...
2. Write a composition around growing pains (1):
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.
Article 2:
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. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" now seems to be just a new word that emphasizes sadness. Give it. 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 attack my heart, and setting my future reality with scores will bring a new trouble.
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.
Indeed, many troubles brought by the growth cost are like paying a heavy tax for our own maturity, but I prefer a lyric: "I'm bored recently ... I'm bored, but I'm not confused." I will grow up quietly ... "
3. Write a composition around "growing pains" and ask me to answer it urgently. Both men and women, growing up must have growing pains-troubles and happiness, and more are surrounded by contradictions of troubles.
For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me.
At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it.
This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats and stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is a routine. Repeat.
But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside.
Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly.
But none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves. What am I? My mother's good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager.
I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy.
This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing up, feeling growing up, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles! Growing pains "The sun goes down, flowers will climb up tomorrow, and flowers will bloom the same tomorrow.". When the beautiful bird leaves, my bird will never come back ... "The dance of youth reminds me of the past. Unconsciously, naive I have grown up and entered adolescence.
I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these acne.
I started asking my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... after waiting for a long time, the acne has not improved.
Hey! Youth is really annoying! After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own thing when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like nagging. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I will have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I cry secretly.
I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.
What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse.
I often talk back when I disagree with my parents or discuss something. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I am wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.
I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. My old clothes don't suit me, so I need to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to buy it. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two things, but my mother said that children should not dress too mature. Finally, I had to buy some clothes for older children.
But shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip cost a lot of money! Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. Some people worry that their studies are not satisfactory, some people worry that they have acne, and some people feel wronged because they can't get the understanding of their parents ... I think this should be the trouble of growing up, just like a boat in my life, driving on the waves.
Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. However, my growth boat was not smooth sailing, and I also experienced various storms.
For me, everything is bittersweet. We are constantly growing, but the troubles of growth also follow.
It makes people unhappy all day. "How can you be so careless? English capital letters are written in lowercase letters; Mathematics either forgets to add decimal points or it is difficult to turn around; So is Chinese. What should not be wrong is always wrong.
..... The result is always not improved! "From the first day, this kind of words often lingered in the funeral March. Sometimes it is the words of parents' criticism, sometimes it is my self-training, and sometimes it is the sarcasm of my classmates.
I also want to improve my grades, but I can't be satisfied. Either this subject fails or that subject fails.
These are all unexpected. Who doesn't want to do well in the exam, but everyone has different abilities and different efforts, so the "fruit" of harvest is also dry and full.
So I can only say, "Try your best!" Yes Life is only wonderful when there is competition-this is my comfort.
But despite this, there are still many troubles bothering me: as a student, I told myself that my grades should not be too bad; As a son, I told myself that I couldn't let my parents down ... so my troubles grew day by day. On the other hand, if good grades are so easy for me to get, wouldn't it greatly lose its meaning and people's desire to have it? Think about it this way, the trouble will definitely be reduced a lot.
However, another view has formed in my mind-although the above words have some truth, they are too naive, just like saying that you will be sour if you can't eat grapes. Without hard work, good grades will not be delivered to your door.
Therefore, troubles still follow me like shadows. This may be much ado about nothing, but it is true that this should be a problem faced by most students.
The only way to solve this problem is to study, study and study again. When we grow up, our troubles will follow.
Please write a composition about "growing pains" since I started school.
Needless to say, it is such a heavy schoolbag, and it is not necessary to say that it is called a book with high "gold content". My parents' nagging and their oppression have been bothering me for months.
The older you get. The troubles are getting heavier and heavier, and I can't breathe.
Time slipped away quietly, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life became a memory, and I also entered a brand-new middle school era. However, my troubles are approaching, and one piece is coming at me. Just after school that day, my homework was just finished at school. I want to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV to relax my nervous and tired body.
Before you start, the "machine gun" aimed at you and began to "shoot" at you: "Don't review quickly, you are a junior high school student, and you still have time to watch TV leisurely here!" At this time, I had to go back to my room with a "serious injury" and bury myself in the sea of books. Why can't parents feel their children's mood now? You can only curse easily, even ... hey! I can't help it Competing with my mother is asking for trouble. Why bother? I might as well read a book ... another time was even worse: I had a lot of homework that day, and I went back to my room to do small copywriting as soon as I came back, and just sat down.
"Come down quickly." Mom shouted, "Liu Yi, look what good things mom bought for you! I ran downstairs in surprise, thinking that my mother bought me my favorite glass! In the past, it was all some composition books and some math exercises.
Who knows ... hey! Ideas plummeted. My mother whispered to me, "Look, you are in middle school. It is better to buy more composition books for you to read, so that you can learn more. Those math books are of good quality and detailed. Otherwise, you should read more books every day ... "I interrupted my mother and said loudly," You know, I have a lot of homework now, and there are tasks assigned by the teacher. Growing up, I have always obeyed the wishes of your adults.
After the vacation, I was asked to learn this and that, and my brain almost exploded. Should I really keep doing things like "robots"? "Mom and someone who seems to have changed just now said loudly," I bought these from you now, not for your future, not for your own good? " My "fire" retorted: "Do adults have to love children so much that reading dead books is enough? "We get up at 5: 40 every day. Aren't we tired of running to school early? With so much homework, who knows my pain? You only know reading and reading. Do you think the children are free? "
"Hey, I've been trying for years, but it's not for your own good. You don't know anything about your parents? " Mom said sternly. "Just like those who only know how to read dead books, this is not their own will. Your parents forced it. Some high school students even embarked on a road they didn't want to see for their parents.
This is nothing else, but you adults forced it. "I sobbed and said loudly ... My mother was so angry that she walked into her room in the last debate.
I'm tired of noise myself. I ran into the room to do my homework as if nothing had happened. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with me, but in fact, I feel very sad: no matter how bad my mother is, I should not talk to her in such a tone. But their paternalism is unbearable.
Why do adults hold our own ideals in the cradle? I really want to ... maybe my mother is right, but I am too nervous to study, which is why I am like this. Anyway, I can't treat my mother who raised me for many years with this attitude. Hey! I still have to apologize to my mother! Some people say that growth is a string of happy notes, but why can't I find a happy feeling, a happy rhythm and a free happiness? I'm really worried about ... growing up-I'm worried and happy, but I'm more surrounded by troubled contradictions.
For a girl who is about to become a girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I'm worried about a two-sided me.
At home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only when there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. When I grew up, something called vitality sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have was oppressed by my mother and I didn't dare to show it.
This double-sided me confuses me. I don't want to be a gentleman anymore and always be myself; But my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me. However, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always says: Girls should have seats and stand, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I can hear all these clearly and almost recite them backwards. My mother is a routine. Repeat.
But in my opinion, these are all putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside.
Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh, dance and sing with my classmates ... and enjoy the happiness of free growth. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly.
But none of this can stop us, and we are still enjoying ourselves. What am I? My mother's good girl? Young and energetic teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager.
I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy.
This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I'm growing, feeling growing, enjoying happiness and troubles.
It is a process to write a 500-word composition with growing happiness and troubles.
It is a process from ignorance to maturity. Yes, we are growing every second and gradually stepping on the steps of life.
Whether it's a magnificent mark or a failed black ink, you have to admit that you have grown up ... and there will be some unforgettable things in the process, that is, memories. Although not all happy memories, memories don't need to be happy. As long as there is a memory that carries the bits and pieces of the past, it is beautiful.
Recalling the dribs and drabs of primary school, the scenes are fresh in my memory, as if they happened a minute ago, and it seems that I can reach out and catch my former self. From the ignorance when I first entered school to the growing strength now.
None of these experiences can be described in a few words. But in a flash, you fell back to the cruel reality. You have to understand that growing up means abandoning the past. Fantasizing about the past scenery will only make you a frog in the well, stuck in the gear of growth and divorced from reality.
Because there may be such a stage from childish to mature. In the long river of my memory, there are many memories about my childhood. They shine like shells. They are unforgettable things. Everything is full of laughter and joy, but it is also full of hardships and bitterness, ups and downs, and every taste has it.
I will always remember them, they are my pride and my most precious memories! We are just children in our mother's arms now. Maybe tomorrow we will walk out of the arms that we have been with 13 years. Walking out of here means that we have really grown up. Yuan Cheng, the word sums up a person's life.
In the eyes of elders, you are young. Maybe we are always just babies in the eyes of others, or maybe we only know our own growth.
We are drifting in the stream of life, and growth is our driving force. Let us grow up happily.
6. Essays written around one word have a long history in China. From the earliest Oracle Bone Inscriptions to the present Song Dynasty, we have more and more Chinese characters. Among them, I like the word "love" best.
Let's talk about the glyph of love first. The teacher said that there is also a poem about "love": the sky is like warm wind, and the middle is like cool rain. Let's open our arms and hug our friends. During the summer vacation, my parents will go on a business trip. They signed me up for a management class, and anyone who doesn't have parental management can go. A few days before I started school, I accidentally kicked my toe on the door, and my whole big toe stuck up. Suddenly, my face was covered with blood and my eyes were sour, so I couldn't help crying. I thought to myself: school will start soon, and it is inconvenient to move my feet. What should I do? When school started, I was limping on my way to school when suddenly a figure came running from behind. It turned out to be my good friend Jiang Jiayu who met me downstairs. Her parents also have no time to take care of Jiang Jiayu. Originally, she wanted to go to school early today, but when she saw me limping slowly to school, she immediately stopped to help me go to school. At school, she helps me with everything: helping me hand in my homework; When eating, help me to eat soup; After class, she also helped me to go to the toilet. We are like sisters, and everything is inseparable. Whenever I suggest myself to do it, she will say, "Never mind, your feet are not good, have a good rest!" " Let me do it for you. "
In this way, she helped me "live" for several days until my feet could walk on the ground as usual. I think it is my honor to have such a good friend.
This is a true love story, which happened right beside me. As the song goes, "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!" " "
7. The story of Chinese characters (annoying words) Make up a short story for annoying words Once upon a time, there was a scholar whose family was very poor. Not enough to eat, he lit a lamp and played in the field, trying to win fame. One day, he was writing the last page of an article. I was so tired that I fell asleep at my desk. Unexpectedly, the wind blew the candle, and when he woke up, the fire had burned his paper and burned several pages. He quickly put out the fire, and these pages became his big trouble. Because I have to hand in my homework the next day, there is no extra paper at home. These burned pages made him very angry and became his biggest worry.
This fire, these pages, is annoying!
8. Writing one thing around Growing Pains is not smooth sailing for me who has a lot of complaints to vent. Is it "annoying"? My boat of growth.
Sometimes I often think, among them, I have experienced all kinds of storms, and I have the knowledge to taste the troubles of growing up! "I have a headache. I know that trouble is a catalyst for growth, and everything is left to us. People need to grow up if they taste the water of "taking pains" more attentively. Although my life will be more comfortable and I will study more subjects, I have learned a lot and become conscious. Compared with the carefree days when I was a child, this gradually widened the distance. Walking, trouble is a flaw stuck on the back, and the fog that permeates the room quietly disappears. Everything is there, disappearing with the time measured by my heart. Sunshine is always after the storm, just like a boat in my life. Even so, the old me has disappeared, and I can't end it hastily, so I am an adult. Now I have been blown away by the storm of study and stress. In the past, I grew up day by day in troubles and grew up in the growing nature. Just like me now, there are joys and sorrows in growing up. The road of life is bumpy and tortuous. Sometimes, for no reason, no matter what I did wrong, I carry a heavier schoolbag on my shoulder and have my own troubles. The sea is more tortuous. It's called a little boy, and there is no trouble around him, and the waves ahead are bigger. Think back to my childhood. It seems to haunt us all the time; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, driving unsteadily, bittersweet and salty, as a child, this is the natural law of human prosperity, and everything should have principles, then troubles are typos hidden in the depths of paragraphs, and sometimes I will encounter surging waves. But I know.
If growth is a work, this topic is so kind. If you don't experience a storm, you will bring a snowstorm at any time. Through my growing journey! You are no longer a child; Fell down.
When I was young, the charm of growing up was irresistible. Plus, my parents gave me a "guide", and his troubles increased. If there is a little mistake, I learn a lot. There is a song that is annoying and annoying. The song sings, "The older you get, you can't be careless. Look before you leap. You must first recognize the "compass", and time is "walking". How simple life is, they say, "You have grown up. "
Now Xin Qiji once said that the troubles of growing up are all combined, and no one will blame me for what growth is. Sometimes, parents are also involved and have the courage. I don't know when. But over time? Growth is sometimes full of bitterness and joy. How can I succeed? When I grow up, I want to adapt to independence. I'm not a child anymore, I'm just bored. But now, in the eyes of my parents, I have been surfing the waves for a long time, and I have become an adult, but I have more happiness. That kind of "bitterness" seems to have changed with the temperature. Worry makes me good at thinking. People need to be mature: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." Perhaps his old man's childhood was carefree and experienced a lot, because I grew up, but it was also a variety of stormy waves. I became a pupil, with waves and calmness. I've got my own opinion, and I'm very wise about everything. With the continuous development of history, I tasted that kind of tea again, and more and more troubles are different from those when I was a child. No matter what I do now, If you are a child, the pressure in your heart is getting bigger and bigger. I am tall and free, so I have to be careful what I do.
People grow up in trouble. For me, growing up is sometimes mixed with some regrets. Sometimes when you grow up in peace, you really realize that there are some troubles in your growth. I can't feel the temperature of the tea with my hands.
I don't know when it started, but it is growing gradually. But my boat of growth