Growing pains

Little teenagers have little worries and are carefree ... "Every time I hear children in grade three sing this song, my heart is always sour ...

When I was young, I wanted to grow up very much, because when I grew up, I could do many things I wanted to do, without having to carry my mother's nagging and my father's scolding.

But when I really grew up, there were a lot of troubles. When I come home every day when I grow up, I am confused by a lot of homework. I have to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish it. I've been studying hard all day at school, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take learning seriously, I actually hate it. I'm boring and miserable.

I'm trying to be a good boy, but my parents say that when I grow up, they ask me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed, and I was born in a sea of misery. Today, I am in Grade Three, and I am faced with the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is so great. What can I do if I fail in the examination? I worry about it every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm simply not interested! . After school, I dare not play and read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try my best to wriggle my pen in my notebook. When the lights are on, I ride my bike on my way home. The course is also gradually heavy. Whenever I go home to review at night, I look at a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? Or ...

I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to be one with them! But playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was not in the mood to play again. I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of my endless troubles, and be a carefree child again.

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Under the dim desk lamp, I stare at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again makes me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness slightly contained in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

Too much homework "makes it difficult" to have fun, and the seriousness of the teacher "inhibits" the laughter and the heavy pressure, and "creates" us in the dream-the trouble of growing up. Open the book of heavy memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, perhaps some past events that are tirelessly looking back.

when I first arrived here, a fragile me was shot at by the "enemy" at the "weakness". That vulnerable me was sacrificed on the "blood field", but I stood up again with a light in my sleep and a poem in my dream. During those years, I was confused in the dark. After studying, sometimes I also found a lawn that had not yet withered and yellow, and sometimes it was in front of my desk and by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at 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, and I will devote myself to busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling with it.

my hard work has overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem to be the last bright green, which also gives off the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but at this turning point, if anyone relaxes, it will be "a swamp thousands of miles away and a thorn bush thousands of feet". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what is waiting for you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters". Do you really want to let your troubles turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul, 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 attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be deja vu, and they seem to disturb us all the time. In the growing nature, the study that used to be like a breeze has been blown away in the depths of memory by stormy study and pressure attack.

I can't feel the temperature of the tea with my hands, and the clear fog that permeates the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water that is "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the growing pains, "being bored", and the time is "walking" and the experience is "much more". Taste the tea again, and the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the mind.

Sometimes, maybe when I have less homework, I will feel that learning is more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time, and I can't breathe. Learning is necessary, otherwise our 5,-year-old cultural history will be ruined in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day, which is a kind of abuse. Little teenagers are happy and carefree ... "Every time I hear children in grade three sing this song, my heart is always sour ... < P > I really don't want to grow up.

I want to go back to childhood!

growing pains

growing-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a teenage girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I am worried about a double-faced me.

at home, I want to play the role of a good girl. Only in the place where my mother is not outside, is the world where I really show myself. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have is oppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it. This double-faced me confuses me, and I don't want to be a gentleman again and be myself all the time; But my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart ...

Before going out every time, my mother always talks about it: girls should sit like a child, stand like a child, don't laugh loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I have heard all this inside out, and I can almost recite it backwards. My mother is just a "routine", just repeating it. But in my opinion, these are putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh loudly, dance heartily and sing heartily with my classmates ... and enjoy the joy of growing up freely. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But these can't stop us, and we are still having our fun.

what kind of me am I: my mother's darling daughter? Vibrant 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 a double-sided me again, but I love this me, this double-sided me.

the pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing, feeling the growth, enjoying the happiness and enjoying the troubles!

Growing pains

"The sun goes down and still climbs up tomorrow morning, the flowers will bloom the same tomorrow, the beautiful birds will go without a trace, and my young birds will never come back ..." "Dance of Youth" led my thoughts to the past. Unconsciously, 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 pimples. I began to ask my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne-removing skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, and two weeks have passed ... I have been waiting for a long time, but my acne still hasn't improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying!

After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own things when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like a nagging. But when I came back to school, I had a strong sense of homesickness when I encountered some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness). I missed my parents and sometimes cried secretly. I feel strange myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.

the most annoying thing is the temper that even you can't accept. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. Often, when discussing or discussing something with my parents, I will talk back when I disagree. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper is getting more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After a argument, I always think that I am wrong. As a result, the relationship with parents is not as close as before.

I've grown a lot since I entered middle school. My old clothes don't fit 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 big children's clothes. But the shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip has cost a lot of money!

everyone must go through various tests on the road of growth. Some people are worried about their unsatisfactory studies, some worry about their acne, and some feel wronged because they can't get their parents' understanding ... I think this should be the growing-up

I don't know when the growing-up troubles have combined. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his old man's carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left more and more troubles to us.

as I grow up day by day, there are many troubles around me. Most of the things that happened at school are unwilling to talk with parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want to make my ears suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write everything I want to say in a notebook every day, that is, a diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate it and solve your own problems. It started well, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I had something to hide from them. (It is true that some of them don't want them to know)

That day, I came home from school, finished my homework, and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been moved, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they said openly that it is their duty to know everything about me.

I can't stand it. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why do you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!

Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun shines, it is inevitable that there will be temporary clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study and from communication with classmates ... However, it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat them correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.