The little teenager, very little trouble, carefree and happy ...... "Whenever you hear the third-grade children sing this song, the heart is always acidic ......

The first thing that I want to do is to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things that I want to do, and I don't have to carry my mother's nagging, my father's reproach.

But really wait until they grow up, but there are many troubles. Growing up every day when I came home, is a pile of homework to get confused, I struggle to write and write, but homework today finished, tomorrow there is, it seems to be never finished. In the school I have been buried in the day hard reading, the teacher in the urge, although I am very serious about learning, but in fact I hate to learn, I learn up boring, boring, bitter not to say Kan.

I try to be a good boy, but my parents say that they have grown up and ask me to do the same with a lot of requirements, I am troubled, I was born in the sea of bitterness. Today I'm in my third year of junior high school and I'm facing the city's general exams, which are very burdensome and so competitive, so what if I don't do well? I am worrying every day, forcing me to do one more AB paper and tutorials, hey, it's so boring, I'm just not having fun! . After school, I didn't dare to play and read my favorite books, I was afraid that I couldn't finish my homework, all I could do was to desperately let my pen squirm in my book, and wait until the lights came on, I rode my bike furiously on the way home again. The curriculum also gradually became more and more onerous. Whenever I went home at night to review, I looked at the pile of books, I really do not know which subject to review, is it language? Or math? Or English? Or ......

I would love to have time to play! To play badminton, watch a little TV is afraid to become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to play with them ah! But as I played, I remembered my poor homework, and as a result, I was not in the mood to play again. I would like to go back to my childhood, throw away the endless worries, and be a carefree child again

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Dimmed under the lamp, I gazed at the cup of tea, the boiling water again and again impact, so that I feel the fragrance of tea. The slight bit of sweetness contained in that bitterness was also hijacked by my greedy mouth. The haziness of my eyes outlined hazy memories, but the memories were no longer hazy.

The homework of the more "difficult for" the playfulness of the less, the teacher of the seriousness of the "suppression" of the laughter of the small, the pressure of the heavy, "created" in the dream of us! --The trouble of growing up. Open the heavy book of memories, the thoughts point, maybe it is not tired to look back at some of the past.

"At the beginning", a fragile me, was "the enemy" aimed at the "weakness" opened a gun, the unbearable me, in the "blood" field. The vulnerable me, in the "blood" field sacrificed, but a "sleep picking lamps to read scrolls, dreaming of ringing the bell to recite poetry" I once again stood up. That period of years, is lost in the darkness of my study, sometimes I also look for a seat has not yet withered grass, and sometimes will be the desk, windowsill, look at the rows of trees standing in the distance is struggling, just to be able to send out the last trace of colorful green. What kind of trees are those? I have no way of knowing, but what does it matter? As long as they were trees, that was enough. When I look at them when they daze, the heart will be a thousand thoughts, when my eyes back to the tree, the mood is clear, the pressure is gone, and turn to the busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of the tea has filled the "world", and my mood also boils up.

My struggle, victory over the troubles, victory over everything, so that seems to be the last trace of colorful green, the same put out equal to the summer glory. "Young people do not know 'trouble' taste", but in this "mountains and water" at the turn of the corner, who if you relax, waiting for you is "swamp", "thousands of miles, thorns". But if you relax at the turn of the "mountain and water", you will be waiting for the "swamp" and "thorns". On the other hand, if you struggle and perseverance, waiting for you is "dark flowers, green hills and green water". You're not going to let your worries turn into a wisp of smoke that haunts your soul and makes you bored, and makes you bitter?

If the growth is a work, then the trouble is hidden in the paragraph depths of the wrong words; if the growth is a white paper, then the trouble is attached to the back of a flaw. These tiny things seem to be déjà vu, seem to have been disturbing us, in the nature of growth, the past like a breeze caressing the face of learning, has now been stormy learning and pressure of the offense blown away in the depths of memory.

Hands can no longer feel the temperature of the tea, and the mist that filled the room has quietly disappeared. More attentively savor the "bittersweet" water, to taste the troubles of growing up, "annoyed with annoyance", the time also "walking", experience also "More and more", once again to taste the tea, that "bitter" seems to have been with the temperature, with the time measured with the heart and disappeared .......

Sometimes, maybe when there is less homework, I will feel a little bit of learning or more interesting, because learning a little bit of something is fun. This society all the time not to release pressure on me, I can not breathe, learning is necessary, or our country's 5,000 years of cultural history will be buried in our hands, but we can not be a day in the acceptance of knowledge, this is a kind of abuse, a small teenager, very little trouble, carefree and happy ......" Whenever I hear third-graders sing this song, my heart is always sour ......

I really don't want to grow up, how nice it is to be young and carefree!

I want to return to my childhood!

Growing up

Growing up - troublesome and happy, and more surrounded by troublesome contradictions. For a girl on the verge of becoming a flower girl, it should be innocent and full of joy. And yet - I was troubled by a two-faced me.

At home, I have to play the role of a good girl, only outside where there is no mom, is the real world of self-expression. I have grown up, my bones have sprouted a kind of thing called vitality, the vitality that should have been by my mother is oppressed to dare not reveal it. This double-sided me, make me confused, I always want to re- gentleman himself, be yourself; while mom has been proud of having a daughter like me. However, in my heart there are unspeakable sadness ......

Every time before going out, mom always have to nag a bit: girls sit to have a sitting style, stand to have a standing style, can not laugh loudly, see acquaintances to say hello ...... In fact, all of this, I have been Listen to all this, I've heard a lot, almost can be recited backwards and forwards, mom is just "routine", repeat it again. However, in my opinion, these are in my real appearance with a layer of hypocrisy coat. Only outside. Without the constraints of my mom, I can laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, sing as I please,......, and enjoy the joy of growing up without restraint. Although passers-by on the street saw all exclaimed that we teenagers are too crazy and unruly. But these can not stop us, we still carry on our joy.

What kind of me am I: Mom's good girl? The energetic teenager? Or the crazy teenager 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'm not controlled by adults anymore, I'm grown up. From now on, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is another two-faced me, but I love this me, this two-faced me.

Growing up can't be separated from worries, I grow up, feel growing up, enjoy the happiness and also enjoy the worries!

The troubles of growing up

"The sun goes down and still climbs up in the morning, the flower sheds its thanks and opens the same way tomorrow, the beautiful bird goes away without a trace, and my youthful bird doesn't come back to ......" "Youth Dance" leads my thoughts to Once upon a time, unknowingly, childish and naive I have grown up and entered adolescence.

I don't know when, but a few small pimples appeared on my nose. Since then, I have looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" of these pimples change. I began to ask my mom about the treatment of acne, I used face wash, reeds and other skin care products to remove acne, looking forward to the day when the acne disappeared. But a week passed, two weeks passed ...... I waited for a long time, but the pimples still did not see a color. I've been waiting for a long time, but the acne still hasn't shown any improvement! Youth is really annoying!

Vacation, back home hope to be independent, their own things to do, sometimes parents' greetings but let me feel is a kind of nagging. But back to school, encountered a little frustration or difficulties (such as illness) actually have a strong sense of homesickness, miss their parents, and sometimes secretly cry. I myself feel strange, I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be the transition period of growing up.

The most troubling thing is my temper, which I can't even accept. As I grew up, my temper got worse and worse. Often, when discussing or discussing something with my parents, when I don't agree with them, I will talk back, and my mom often says to me, "Hey! Growing up, more and more stubborn, really can't do anything about you!" After an argument, I always thought I was wrong. In this way, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.

Since I went to middle school, I've grown a lot, and my old clothes don't fit, so I have to buy new ones! Mom accompanied me to buy, shopped for a long time, see eye to eye but three or two, but mom said children do not dress too mature. Finally, had to buy a few pieces of big children's clothing. But buying things add up to quite a lot, I think this trip and spend a lot of money!

Everyone must go through trials and tribulations as they grow up. Some for their own schooling is not ideal and agonized, some for their own acne worry, some for not getting parents to understand and feel aggrieved ...... I think this should be the growth of

I don't know when, growing up trouble combination, for have a lot of whining to vent my, this topic so intimate. Xin Qiji once said: "young people do not know the taste of sadness". Perhaps it is his old man's carefree teenage years, with the continuous development of history, more and more worries, all left to us.

As I grow up day by day, there are a lot of worries surrounding me. Some things happened in school, most do not want to talk with parents, because as soon as they talk, they have to talk at length, not allowed me to insert a word, and my ears can not stand so many words in and out, so I do not want to let my ears suffer, I do not want to talk with parents! However, I wrote down everything I wanted to say in a notebook, or diary, every day. After writing, I let myself enjoy it and work out my own things. At first, it went well, but gradually, I felt that parents looked at me in an unnatural way, as if I was hiding something from them. (It is true that some of them did not want them to be clear.)

That day, I came home from school, finished my homework, and, as a rule, went to get my diary. Suddenly, I realized that my diary had been moved, and I was furious, and when I thought about it, I knew that it must be them. I went out of my bedroom and asked them loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they squarely said that it was their duty to know all about me.

I couldn't take it anymore, I just want my own piece of blue sky, why are you taking it away so selfishly, just to understand me? I went back to my room and felt like I had nothing left, ugh! Why do parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have a bit of ourselves, ugh! It's so cruel!

Our lives are filled with seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun is shining, there are inevitably brief clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from learning, from the interaction with classmates ...... But, there is trouble is not terrible, the key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and bring colorful dreams to maturity.