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It is not easy to write a 500-word composition.
Growth is not easy.

When we were young, we always prayed to grow up quickly.

However, growing up is not easy.

After praying, our wish finally came true. We grow up, at the age of leaving our parents, at the age of forgetting that we are still children, and at the age of wandering in society. One day when we were alone outside, we recalled our carefree childhood and found that it was not easy to grow up.

A person wandering outside, can no longer complain to parents because of a little injustice, because we have grown up.

When you see a child, no matter how beautiful she is, she can only smile very mature, because we have grown up.

In the face of the wind and rain outside, in the face of unfriendly words, in the face of your unexpected harm, you can only cry silently alone, because you have grown up.

Growing up is a curse, and you deprive you of many rights.

However, every child still has to grow up.

Every era has its own wishes.

Even if it is not easy to grow up, I still hope to grow up wholeheartedly.

Because we are eager to prove ourselves.

We are eager to fly freely.

We are eager to tell our parents that I can.

Growing up is not easy,

Bitter, but sweet in heart.

Make do with it.

Growth is a way for everyone to grow. I spent most of my growing up at school and only a small part at home. Every time I see a bicycle, my thoughts fly to the scene when I first learned to ride a bicycle: a little girl in a pink skirt sits on a green bicycle, supported by a simple housewife, and teaches her daughter to ride a bicycle.

The little girl in a pink skirt is me. I learned to ride a bike because in the second grade, we went to the second primary school and had to take a bus. But my car is a burden to my family. My mother asked me to learn to ride a bike.

There is a big place behind my house. My mother put my bike on the playground, let me sit on it and pushed me to practice again and again. Sweat dripped from my tired mother's nose, but I just don't understand and can't learn.

Later, my mother taught me how to ride steadily, how to step fast and how to step slowly. I also listened carefully and made great efforts to learn. Now, I understand that as long as you pay, you will get something. If you refuse to give, you will never get anything in return. I have the courage now, because I gave.