Little boy, carefree, carefree ... "Whenever I hear the third grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...

When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.

But when I really grow up, I have a lot of troubles. When I go home every day when I grow up, I am overwhelmed by a lot of homework. I will try to write and write, but my homework is finished today, and I will have it tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish writing. I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable.

I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to make many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of pain. Today, I am in the third grade, facing the unified examination in the city. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What can I do if I fail the exam? I worry about it every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play and read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I go home by bike. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? or ...

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

2

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 slightly sweet taste in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. Hazy eyes outline hazy memories, but memories are 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 here, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the "blood field", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading in my sleep, ringing the bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After studying, sometimes I also find a lawn that is not yet yellow. Sometimes it is in front of my desk and beside the windowsill, 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, the pressure will disappear, and I will devote myself to my busy study.

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

My hard work overcame my troubles and everything, making it seem to be the last bright green, and it also released the brilliance equivalent to summer. Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored, but if someone relaxes at this turning point, it will be a swamp thousands of miles away and 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 feel bored and uneasy?

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 familiar, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, the study that used to be like a breeze has been blown away by the storm-like study and pressure attack.

My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the house has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "taking pleasure in suffering" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "bored", time "gone" and experience "more". After another sip of tea, "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.

Sometimes, maybe when I have less homework, I will find learning more interesting, because learning things is very interesting. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can't breathe. Learning is necessary. Otherwise, China's 5,000-year cultural history will be destroyed in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day. This is a kind of abuse. Teenage children are seldom bothered and carefree ... "Whenever I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...

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

I want to go back to childhood!

Developmental pain

Growing up-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying 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-faced 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 dared not reveal 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 have unspeakable sadness in my heart. ...

Every time before going out, my mother always nags: girls should sit still and stand still, 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 just a routine and repetition. 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 still have a good time.

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 under the control of 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!

Developmental pain

"The sun will still climb up tomorrow morning, the flowers will still bloom tomorrow, the beautiful birds will disappear, and my birds will never come back …" Dance of Youth reminds me of the past. Unconsciously, I have grown up and entered adolescence.

I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. Since then, I have looked in the mirror every day to observe the "life" changes of these acne. I began to ask my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappears. But a week has passed, two weeks have passed ... I have been waiting for a long time, but my acne has not improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying!

After the 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, when I encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I have a strong feeling of homesickness. I miss my parents and sometimes I secretly cry. I'm surprised myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transition period of growth.

What I hate most is a temper that I can't even accept myself. Growing up, my temper became worse and worse. Usually, 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 becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After an argument, I always think I am wrong. Therefore, 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 have to buy some big children's clothes. But shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip cost a lot of money!

Everyone has to go through all kinds of tests on the road of growth. Some people worry that their studies are not satisfactory, some people worry about their acne, and some people feel wronged because they are not understood by their parents ... I think this should be growth.

I don't know when the growing pains are combined. For me who have 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 carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, has left us more and more troubles.

As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school don't want to talk to my parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I'm not allowed to interrupt a word. My ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, in my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was good at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (It is true that some people 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 touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I went out of the bedroom and asked them loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they publicly stated that it was their responsibility to know everything about me.

I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did 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 they grow up and don't want us to have our own ideas? Alas! How cruel!

Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, study and communication with classmates ... However, having troubles is not terrible. The key is to treat them correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.