Rain falls on the earth, seeps into the land and drips into the river, and the once torrential rain has become a thing of the past; Flowers become mud, and that once delicate and charming has passed; I have come to the present, ups and downs have become my past ... time is turning, all living things are dying, all have a past, and all are bidding farewell to the past to have new hope.

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In a blink of an eye, we entered the mature ninth grade from the childish seventh grade. What I have experienced is quietly forgotten before I know it. Looking at the cartoon toys at the bedside, each one has a story with me. Suddenly, I remembered that it was not so interesting. I don't know what happened for a while, and suddenly I found myself losing something-childlike innocence. I left that innocence to the past when I was growing up.

Life in primary school seems to make me want to stay, because we no longer have troubles and can show ourselves heartily. However, time is not merciful at all. It took me six years, which looked like a long time, but it was very short. I can't savor it, I can't think deeply, because there are too many things that I can't feel, and it has become the past. Everything in the past is no longer owned, it only belongs to the sky in the past.

Flowers bloom and fall, year after year More than ten years of running water have been spent in this ordinary way. Until today, I happened to see bits and pieces of litter outside the window and was moved by that scene. I never feel that time has passed without a trace, but now I have to admit that I have become a junior three student.

I don't know when it started, and I have a kind of worry in my heart. I added a small lock to my thin notebook, which made me more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people. I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.

Therefore, as we grow older, we are no longer addicted to the past games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.

It feels like a long drama. After playing it, you can't play it back. Along the way, we have to say goodbye to many things because people are moving forward. Say goodbye to naivety and become strong and persistent. Facts have proved that loss is not so terrible. It will also give you hope and tomorrow. ...

That year, I naively wrote about 400 words. Growing up, I was a little girl who liked to eat sweet things.

But my favorite food is chocolate! Every time I go to Lianhua Supermarket, I will "beg" my mother to buy some for me.

I remember a stupid thing I did because of chocolate! When I was four years old, my parents and I went to my grandparents' house to pay New Year greetings.

As soon as I entered grandpa's house, I found a pot of red pepper on the table on the left.

I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, where did this red pepper come from?" Grandma smiled and told me, "This is my own home."

Seeds sown last spring can be harvested in autumn.

Have you ever heard the proverb "As you sow, so you reap"? Grandma grows peppers, and there will be peppers in autumn.

What a good harvest this year! "Grandma said, smile crooked mouth.

After listening to grandma's explanation, I also understood a little, so I nodded in confusion.

I had a "good" idea in my heart: since you can get melons by planting melons, you can get beans by planting beans, and so can chocolate! Great! So, as soon as I got home, I took out a piece of chocolate from the refrigerator and secretly planted it in a small flowerpot, waiting for it to sprout.

But after a week, I still didn't see the chocolate tree.

I thought to myself, didn't I water and fertilize it? Or does it think the flowerpot is too small? I took out another chocolate seed from the refrigerator.

This time, I planted it in the garden. I water it every day, dreaming that one day I can grow a big chocolate tree with rainbow chocolate beans, dark chocolate and milk flavor, and … I wait patiently.

But after two weeks, I still didn't see the saplings. I quickly asked my mother, "Mom, didn't grandma say that as you sow, you reap what you sow?" Then why doesn't my chocolate sprout? Mom smiled: "Chocolate is not a seed." How can it germinate? "? The years of college and middle school must have changed. Go and have a look! "I took a shovel and dug downstairs twice. Sure enough, I didn't, so I went home disappointed.

Until now, I haven't forgotten. At that time, I was so naive!

I am not naive (composition) Sometimes, I miss simplicity, flowers bloom and fall, I am still calm, I think, at that time, I was very happy.

Rainy days are always so annoying, today, still.

Walking on the road, I don't know whether it is thorough raindrops or self-deprecating tears dripping at my fingertips.

Heartbroken.

Sometimes, I will miss the leaf I buried in the mud that day, and then tears will fall, because I know it will be hard to bury memories, but I still insist, just like a sentence I heard in my old ear: as long as I smile, nothing can pass.

Yes, that's it. Stick to tomorrow, stick to simplicity, everything is still there.

It is not sad at all, not sad at all.

Yesterday was still so beautiful, dreamy, and the mark of happiness was like a shadow. I think silence is enough, really.

Such a simple wish, a little vision, is so slim.

So, quiet and simple.

Today, my head is dizzy. I don't know if it's because I'm not used to this wet weather that it touches my heart. I began to be absent-minded and shaking badly. I know that this is an unsatisfactory start and a bad omen.

At noon, as if nothing had happened, eating and playing.

Suddenly, don't grasp the so-called secret, it's just a note, a quiet and stupid memory.

In this way, it began to be known by everyone, which was extremely embarrassing. Embarrassment began to come to my mind, perhaps with a little inexplicable tension, but when I knew it, I knew I had a sixth sense.

I know it is naive to say everything about myself on this note, but because of this, I will tell myself in my heart that I will never be naive again.

Perhaps, it was just a casual action, perhaps it was just to continue to have a naive, but adults told me that it was called "naive."

I don't know when this pronoun broke into my world and decided to put it down instantly. Maybe it was cruel at that time, but in order not to pay the so-called "cheap tears" in the future, I am willing to choose cruelty.

Finally, I said loudly that from now on, I am no longer naive.

I know how naive I was. I have grown up. "Mom, I'm back!" "I walked into my home happily with my luggage.

Another festival. After a hard month, I can finally relax and play with my mother.

"Come back, a little worry on the table, mom is out, come back at night, you are at home, don't go out.

"I put down my luggage and watched my mother walk out the door. I just tried to stop her, but her car had already left.

"Daughter, get up, mom is going out, breakfast is on the table, remember to wash clothes, and then get up in the sun.

"It's in a hurry to leave.

Mom, why can't you stop and spend time with your daughter? Is your job more important than mine? I really want to have a happy day with my mother. Don't you want to fulfill this little wish? I got up and sat in front of the computer, regardless of my mother's words. She works first every day anyway.

Have fun and go to bed, but have a good stomach, hungry oh.

Bring the breakfast given by my mother to eat, thinking while eating, did my mother eat it? Is she hungry? But I think she's already eating, so she won't be hungry.

I lay in bed and fell asleep unconsciously until the door creaked open and I knew my mother had come back.

"Why don't you take off your shoes when you sleep?" My mother looked at my sleeping state, shook her head helplessly, took off her shoes and covered the quilt.

After waiting for a while, I slowly opened my eyes.

My mother took out the clothes I didn't wash in the morning and washed them. When she looked at my mother, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, have a rest!" I read silently in my mind.

Mother dried the clothes and then came in. I quickly closed my eyes.

She picked up a towel and wiped my face clean, and then I felt my mother's hard work.

"Daughter, when will you grow up?" Mother sighed.

I finally know that everything about my mother is work, but she works so hard for me. How did I do it? "Mom, get up and have a meal.

"I woke up my mother.

Mother walked out of the room and looked at the breakfast on the table in surprise. "Did you make this?" I smiled and said, "Mom, I have grown up.

"My mother stroked my head with relief.

"Mom, eat quickly. I have something to do later. I'll handle it at home. Don't worry! " I said confidently.

"Mom believes you!" Mother started a new day in a hurry, but now she is not so worried.

I grew up in a hurry, like a blink of an eye. Suddenly, I changed from a babbling baby to a middle school student. Before I could savor it, my childhood left me.

Childhood kites, with the motivation of happiness and trouble, fly farther and farther in the sky, and the spools in their hands are out of control.

On the vast and blue stage, kites look down on the earth and gradually drift away ... with childhood kites in their hands, childhood is lost in the ocean of time.

Looking up at the blue sky, I always feel that growing up is far away, always longing for the feeling of growing up and always longing for an independent life.

One morning in winter, I sat on the bus and looked out through the window, only to find that the cold on the glass blurred my vision ... I reached out and erased a landscape with the temperature of my palm ... It turned out that the world was so beautiful, only from this small mouth, I found that the world was so magical, and every corner and every cluster of scenery was combining it.

I suddenly found myself observing the world so carefully. Maybe I've really grown up, with more beautiful fantasies, more unwarranted melancholy, more pains that fill my heart, and more troubles that bother me.

I grew up because I found that I knew how to hate.

In learning, I hate myself, I hate that I didn't make a good choice, I hate that I didn't study hard, so I regret it in front of my grades.

I feel very sad and want to give up and escape.

Maybe I'm really at the end of my rope, and no one can give me a bright future.

I'm sad whether I didn't work hard or I'm doomed not to laugh in front of the scores like them.

I saw them smiling in loneliness ... all traces were printed on the music along the way. It's embarrassing that I look down on myself.

In this way, I never felt the joy of success, never felt happy, and felt that everything was confused until my smile solidified.

However, I no longer lament that the world is unfair, because I know it is useless.

Besides, many things, many people, appear in your life, maybe that is happiness.

When I grow up, I find that the so-called "maturity" is to slowly polish all my edges and corners, gradually adapt to the cruel society, and gradually become unlike myself, sleek, sophisticated and withdrawn.

Independence \ longing to be lonely and helpless ... I am very painful and helpless, but all this will pass. What do I hate? Perhaps in the end, everything turned into a sad tear, a thick and exquisite commemorative album.

Commemorate our dusty past and record painful and happy memories.

Yes, the process of growing up is not as easy and happy as I thought. It has twists and turns, worries and sorrows, ups and downs, ups and downs ... so life is colorful and different.

Just as I can't smile forever and live happily forever, life will not lose its meaning.

Happiness is rare, but it is the most unforgettable.

I should think: at least I can see the beautiful corner of the world from that window.

At least I have laughed like others, at least I have been working hard, at least I have not given up on myself … I will not be a naive self, I will not let my life lose its luster … Although I can't stop worrying, I will be happy for happiness.

I really grew up!

How to write a farewell composition to childishness? Children's painting "June 1" is coming soon! Various activities to celebrate "June 1st" have started again.

I study painting after class, so the teacher in our class organized us to take part in the competition.

On the morning of May 3 1, I came to the Cultural Square, which was very lively.

The little contestants who participated in the painting competition are all ready, just waiting for the host sister to say that the prizes in this competition are divided into "first, second and third prizes".

When I heard the host's sister say "Let's go", I was nervously prepared.

"The theme of the competition is to draw colorful dreams. How to draw them? " I pondered for a while and immediately drafted it. First of all, I drew some strange houses, which reflected the novelty of our new district, and also drew some happy children, which showed that the new district is a place where people can live happily. Finally, mountains and rivers are added to show the beautiful living environment of the new district.

After the overall composition was completed, I matched my favorite colors, colorful pictures, reflecting the beauty of colors, and then dropped a few drops of light water pink, so a vivid painting was born in my pen.

I watched and admired: "What a wonderful work!" The exciting moment has arrived, and the result will be announced soon! After the results of the children's group were announced, the children's group began to announce it, and I was reported in the name of the third prize.

What a pity! I want to make persistent efforts next time, try my best to make my paintings beautiful, and try to win the first prize next year.

The topic of the composition is to bid farewell to naivety, high school composition, narrative and argumentative essays, not less than 700 ... bid farewell to naivety and move towards maturity. With the footsteps of the old man, we gradually grow up and begin to move from childish to mature. Now, I am no longer a primary school student, and I have begun to bid farewell to naivety and move towards maturity. When I was a child, my mother took me to the movies. I don't know why, people at the movies cried. I asked my mother what happened to those crying people and why they cried for no reason. My mother said, "Everyone was touched." I didn't know what touching was, so I asked my mother. My mother said, "The people in the movie are very poor, and the people who cry are all moved by the poor people in the movie." I watched my mother watch the movie again and nodded in confusion. Now, I already know what touching is, and I often do it. I only like watching cartoons, and I don't watch those news programs at all. It can be said that "I don't listen to things outside the window." Now I often watch some news around me, from small counties to big provinces, the whole country and even the whole world. I also know about the Diaoyu Islands incident. Now my life is more colorful and full than before. When I was a child, I was taller than a sunflower. When sunflowers first came out, I didn't care. Just in the past month, I found that sunflowers are taller than me. I am still unconvinced. Finally, the sunflower grows taller than my father. Now, I understand that people can't compare with sunflowers, nor can they compare with any plants. Although the plants grow fast, they are harvested in autumn. Now, I have grown up, from childish to mature. I know something I didn't know when I was a child. I will get rid of my childhood shortcomings and refresh my happy and fulfilling life. More importantly, I will set up an ideal to make my life more meaningful!

Composition: the most unforgettable sentence: don't be too naive in the fifth grade composition. During my five years in primary school, I learned many famous sayings, but what impressed me most was that my father said, "Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people lag behind."

This famous saying means that when you get good grades again, don't be proud, be modest and prudent, so that you can get better grades.

However, at that time, I was a person who made a little progress or got a high score. I would be happy and proud.

I got 96 points in the math exam, ranking fourth in my class. I sang a ditty and went home happily. It seems that Baiyun smiled at me again on his way home. As soon as I entered the room, I shouted to my grandmother, "Grandma, I got 96 points in the exam. Not bad! " The class ranks fourth.

"Grandma said," you just learned a few years! Be proud of a little change and keep it up.

"I said," already very good. It is so boring.

"I put down my schoolbag to watch cartoons! Anyway, tomorrow is a rest day, so I won't do my homework.

"I ran to the big room happily.

But I didn't do well in the next few unit tests, and I was the fifth from the bottom of the class. The teacher even called my mother to school. After seeing my paper, my mother criticized me mercilessly in front of teachers and classmates.

I really wanted to get into the cracks at that time, but I couldn't.

Lying in bed at night in my head is like showing a movie. I made a fool of myself in the morning, and the stars outside seemed to laugh at me.

I swear, I'm not proud anymore.

In the next study, I listened carefully in class and didn't know how to ask teachers and classmates humbly.

I got good grades in this mid-term exam.

From this, I realized a truth: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind."

"I often use this sentence to compare myself.

Modesty is necessary to get good grades.

Simplicity is a kind of innocence. Do you agree with your friend? Writing is a kind of sadness. Naivety is not a kind of innocence, but a kind of innocence. Words can record many sad things, and simplicity can also record many happy things. Naivety is a merciless past. Simple people don't hold grudges, but naive people can remember a small thing by rote. However, writing is a way to record the whole simple and childish process, and some things should be forgotten. Some things can be remembered, but that can really be remembered. The grace of dripping water is exchanged for endless gratitude. In fact, there are some touching micro-novels worth reading, which will at least teach you a lot. It is said that Jing M Guo Can is famous and has become the idol of a new generation of young people, that is, his micro-novels are actually very touching, easy to understand and have taught others a lot. In fact, sometimes I think writing articles doesn't need to be so gorgeous. It is the key to cultivate energetic talents and let readers understand from the heart. It is not difficult to write stories and scenery. Before writing, search in your own mind, so that you have a good beginning and end, and don't think too much about fancy words. Actually, that's not the essence of the article. I have never seen how vivid Mr. Lao She's words are when he writes an article, but his article My Mother moved me very much. I wrote a copy of Growing Up because I was really moved by what I wrote, and I cried when I wrote it myself. It's always good to think of my mother. All my rebellions, I was wrong. I finally realized that I was wrong, and completely wrong. Crying is not my patent, so I always put up with it very hard. When I first went there to study, my mother called me, and sometimes I was afraid to cry. I'm afraid my roommate will laugh at me, and my mother will feel uncomfortable, and tears will roll in her eyes, but I'm still afraid. At least I hope I'm not so depressed. I am simple and stupid. I always treat others sincerely, but others don't treat me sincerely. But I foolishly told myself, no! Maybe she forgot! Later I finally realized that my efforts were in vain, but I also learned a lot. For example, I will never treat my friends like them. I lost too many firsts in that school, for example, I was ashamed to write a 1000-word review for the first time. Even instant noodles are delicious to me. What else can I criticize? In fact, stupidity is just a kind of life, at least it won't make you tired. Perhaps, it is naive, but words are my loyal friends, recording my whole process.

Society needs this innocence, this simple composition. Sometimes, I just want to sit on the merry-go-round, grab the railing and spin quietly in the same place.

The ups and downs let me stay between fantasy and reality, between eternity and smallness, between the past and the future.

In the ups and downs, I am looking forward to growing up.

Up and down, in this small space, I recall the past and look forward to the future.

Gently lean your body center of gravity behind the horse's head, rotate and then rotate, and begin to miss this taste and yearn for this rotation.

Are you too greedy and want too much? Sometimes, I just want to sit happily on the Ferris wheel, in my own small space, waiting to rise.

Rising higher and higher, the ground is getting farther and farther away from me, which makes me feel not far from the sky. The little hand in front of me seems to grasp the blue sky with one hand, and the paintings on the ground farther and farther away from me let me understand the world.

However, when I approached the ground again, I didn't know why, and I was surprised by its ups and downs.

It all seems like yesterday.

I still remember the past, but I can't go back, and I broke away yesterday.

Free and easy steps leave a new mark on the red brick path.

I stupidly held a lollipop in one hand and a balloon in the other, tied the balloon line on my middle finger and skipped forward.

Walking through the bustling crowd.

Whether you laugh or cry, you have your own feelings and feelings.

Just chewing life, simple mood, free way ... I want to do whatever I want, simply experience life and enjoy it.

Obviously, I feel that when I grow up, I am a child in the eyes of others.

Maybe we haven't grown up, and we are all pursuing "things" step by step and "things" that we can't get.

It's just that everyone wants something different.

Everyone has a helpless side, but under the mature appearance, there is a childlike innocence.

Is this the sound of nature? Let yourself simply continue to write about your feelings.

Simple, the following is written by myself for your reference.

On the speeding train, listening to the "clang" of the train wheels under the footsteps, like an eternal melody echoing in the ear, in the mind, in a corner of the soul.

Outside the window, a field passed by, clusters of small flowers were red, and the tip of an unknown bird's wing was pale yellow. One simple and fresh scenery after another glides before your eyes like a movie, drifting away. Open a window, pick up the fragments lost in memory or slipped by in a hurry, and read the beauty and excitement.

Leaning against the half-open window of memory, I saw a large field with green light.

The breeze hummed a fresh and melodious peasant tune, from the tip of the blade to the moist sky, to the low village, to the harmonious spring mud and to the yellow webbed duck.

Green, green, turquoise, light green, light green layers spread from limbs to the sky, with the breeze ups and downs, hiding a small figure.

A string of small footprints quietly caught the breath of spring, leaving only the light footsteps spreading between heaven and earth.

Open the window of memory, that green field is like happy green light, and clusters of gorgeous fireworks bloom in my heart.

Looking closely at the window of memory, it is another quiet and beautiful picture.

Under the falling leaves of the autumn phoenix tree, a swing with falling paint is quietly waiting for whose arrival? Autumn leaves fall one by one, dotted with swings to record the aging of time. The mottled brown reveals a kind of simplicity and nature under the yellowed white paint, shaking a dream that has been blocked for a long time in the depths of memory.

It seems that I saw my childhood swinging my feet, approaching the almost transparent sky again and again, and only when I was about to touch it, I caught the breath of autumn.

When I open the window of memory, the swing I draw looks like an ancient and nostalgic sweetness, brewing a kind of beauty that was once ignored in my heart.

I lean against the corridor of time, open the window of memory and cherish the lost beauty quietly.

If you can add points, you can add points.

Please indicate the source for reprinting. The composition of Farewell to Childishness is 550,600 words.