Growth is a cup of tea. We need to taste it slowly and drink it carefully in order to taste its sweetness and drink its bitterness. ...

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In the afternoon, holding a cup of green tea, the elegant fragrance of tea made me see the recent scene.

She is the object of my frequent quarrels. Unfortunately, this semester's seat happened to be arranged to sit with her. It's true that friends don't meet. She forgot to bring her English book when she was reading this morning. She looked at me with pitiful eyes when I was reading a book. I looked at her. She didn't speak, but I knew it. "Do you want to borrow her to watch it together?" I thought to myself, "She didn't ask me to borrow it. Why did you show it to her?" The usual contradiction urges me to oppose this practice. However, I think, where is the truth in the book and the teacher's teaching? Is "helping each other" just a casual slogan? There are contradictions, mutual assistance is true, and friendship still exists. After some psychological struggle, I finally moved the book and motioned to read it with her. She touched the book and looked up at me. We passed a warm smile.

Yes, I grew up and learned to smile.

In the evening, put a cup of black tea on the table, which is full of flavor. It tastes astringent and sad.

During the holiday, I admired a net friend. From his words, I fell in love with this feeling. However, the homework is heavy, and I can't indulge in this feeling. Therefore, I restrained myself from surfing the Internet. Although sometimes I can't help but turn on the computer secretly, every time I think of what he said to me: "Have a good class and have a good exam!" " "I always come back to reality, pick up the book and read it carefully.

Every time I close the door to sleep, I always can't restrain my feelings and often cry. ...

Yes, I grew up and learned to miss and cry.

If innocence is flawless beauty, it will be even more beautiful when you grow up. I learned to enjoy, ups and downs, which is also a problem when I grow up.

Second, I have grown up.

Unconsciously, I found myself growing. I am no longer naive, no longer at the age of children's play, and I can make my own decisions without worrying about my parents.

When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up quickly. Now that I'm a little adult, I'm always worried. Because it's not fun to grow up, I always worry about this, and there are many chores. I am the youngest in my family, so I don't need to work. Now that I have grown up, all the housework is on me. Oh, I really hope not.

Walking in the street, everyone looked at me with wide eyes, and I was curious for a moment. Is there something wrong with me? I quickly reflect on myself and check myself again. "Nothing wrong." They are insane, which is really puzzling.

Later, I found the answer in the eyes of a young man. I am an adult, do I have a special position in the crowd? When I came to the vegetable market, even my familiar aunt who sells vegetables stopped calling me my little friend. Have I really grown up? It made me feel happy and worried for a while.

I seem to have rights at home, and it was not my turn to give advice when I was a child. I got the qualification today. Dad always asks my advice when he does things. Gradually, I became a housekeeper.

My mother will spoil me when she leaves, so I have to do what I can. It seems that growing up really has a lot of troubles and you can't escape. I thought: It's really hard to be an adult. Now I am the only one who faces the reality and is strong enough to accomplish it.

I am growing up quietly.

Composition No.3 I have grown up.

Some people say that the greatest pain in life is growth, because it can bring people from an innocent world to another complex world; But some people say that the process of human growth is beautiful and brilliant, because there are colorful dreams and a string of thoughts. ...

Once upon a time, I stopped grabbing my mother's skirts and asking her to buy me lollipops, playing with my favorite dolls and crying over trifles. I suddenly felt that I was a different person, and I learned to think quietly. At school, I talked and laughed with my classmates, which actually involved life and ideals. At home, I began to "go against the sun" and "fight with my parents", so that my parents bitterly called me "rebellious". I tried to do things and live according to my own ideas, but I consciously or unconsciously returned to the life track set by my parents.

Sometimes, at school, I breathe a sigh of relief and talk and laugh with my classmates, but when I get home, I am upset and helpless in the face of a lot of homework assigned by my parents. Sometimes, I happily agree with my classmates to get together and go shopping on Sunday, but my mother's "no" suddenly makes me bow my head. Alas, I have thought about resisting. I will say a few words to my parents, but every time I see the worried, puzzled and expectant eyes in their eyes, I can't help but feel guilty and regret. Yes, my parents are also eager to "expect a girl?" Slowly, I understand a truth: when others don't understand you, you'd better keep silent first and try to understand others.

Who said that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow"? I think when I was thirteen, I grew up.

I have grown up.

Thirteen spring, summer, autumn and winter disappeared in a blink of an eye. I sighed so fast that I couldn't help standing in front of the mirror and looking at me doubtfully. Don't! My arms are getting thicker, my face is getting round, my hands are getting bigger … I'm surprised at the changes I didn't notice at all.

I didn't accept the reality. I just stand with others and make me look so small. But one thing that came out of nowhere made me realize that I was really going to grow up.

On that holiday, my grandmother went to play, and I happened to have something to go out at night, so I watched the news with my grandmother. At this moment, a "cough" came to my ears. When I looked back, I found grandma's hands beating her chest, her brow furrowed and she coughed loudly. I asked grandma what happened. Grandma said, "Bronchitis has recurred." At this time, it occurred to me that whenever grandma had bronchitis again, grandpa would rub her back and it would be all right in a short time. Grandpa is not at home, so leave this glorious task to me! I put my hand into a fist and slammed it on grandma's back, and grandma will be well soon. She sighed and said to me, "I am old and dying." I comforted my grandmother: "Don't think so much, I swear, your bronchitis will definitely get better." Grandma touched my head and said happily, "you little girl, when you grow up, grandma will hurt you for nothing!" " "

When I grow up, I know how to take care of the elderly and care for my family. At school, I also understand the importance of studying hard, and I am no longer so naughty as I was a child.

I really grew up!

Fifth composition: I have grown up.

Like a tree, it probes in the soil in spring, grows in the wind and rain in summer, matures in the golden wind in autumn and sharpens in the cold wind in winter. When I go to Qiu Lai in spring, in the long river of these years, a seedling can be washed away from its green shoots and eventually grow into a slim tree. Me, too. I can even feel the creaking and jointing sound of bones in my body. I can even feel the clear sound of blood flowing. I can even feel the "bang, bang" sound of thinking and vision opening and blasting. I have grown up.

People who haven't seen each other for a long time will praise them: they are tall and sensible. Relatives around me will find my handwriting more flamboyant and distinctive, which looks good. Yes, there will always be some changes from a little girl who only laughs and laughs all day to a big girl.

There is nothing to say, but I know I have to put something in my heart. Strong independence, very conceited that they can be independent, and do not accept even reasonable and proper help.

In front of parents, I am not as close and natural as before, but a little embarrassed. Whether it is timely or not, I will clarify my point of view, even though I know there will be unexpected results. I don't bicker with my parents as before, because I insist on the old saying that "rebellion is childish". Now, it is more about leaving and being cold.

I opened the door where I always flinched. Maybe I am not active enough now, but I already know that I have no regrets when I was young. "There is nothing wrong with being young." With this unprecedented motivation, I think I will grow faster and healthier.

Yes, I have changed a lot.

In this flower season, there are always some strange things waiting for you like closing the door, just like life, and experience is growth, and the wealth learned from ups and downs is what you should have when you grow up.

Let's raise a glass to celebrate our growth, which is long and short, colorful and charming! We will grow, with the most self-change, the most self-side, all the way down!

Sixth composition: I have grown up.

A loud cry pierced the quiet night sky, and I was born with the rise of a new star. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had grown up. ...

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It is the end of the year again. One side of the desk calendar on my desk rises high, and the other side is as thin as a cicada. After several times, 365 days will be the curtain call of my life.

I can't help but sigh: "I have grown up!"

Time flies 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.

Although I have grown up, I will always be a child in the eyes of my parents. They protected me like flowers in a greenhouse, and made me lose the original freedom of my peers. Sometimes I also complain about their doting, and even want to tell them loudly: "I have grown up!" " "But I always knew that they protected me because they loved me. Thinking of this, I take back that sentence. I don't want to upset my parents. I understand their hearts, but my heart is crying and I am waiting for their understanding.

One day, I asked my parents to go to my classmate's house to play. They didn't stop me from going, but let me play with confidence. I was surprised and walked out of the house with doubts. At this time, my father stopped me and said to me, "Do you want my father to take you?" I stopped. I solemnly said to my father, "I have grown up!" " "This makes me feel particularly comfortable, just like a stone falling in mid-air. Dad didn't say anything but smiled at me. In his face, I saw his hope for me and his cultivation of me over the years. Every parent has an unspeakable love for their children. This kind of love needs no words. Parents silently give love, and as children, we feel little by little and return little by little.

When I grow up, the tasks on my shoulders are very heavy, not only limited to eating, drinking and having fun as a child, but also including knowledge learning as a child. I want to learn to help my parents share some things, so that parents can feel that their children are growing up and make them feel relaxed. This is growth.

Seventh, I grew up.

This summer vacation, I can confidently say: "I have grown up!" " "

Why? I learned a lot because I participated in the summer camp organized by the school.

On this day, we visited Zhongshan Quanlin Villa and had a picnic competition. While playing, we picked up some dead leaves and firewood to cook.

At noon, we came to the camp with sticks. The staff uncle has prepared running water, vegetables and meat for us. As soon as we received the materials, we began to work.

Xiao Hao and I are responsible for cooking. Although cooking looks simple, it is difficult to do. We took the pot to measure the water. Before we got to the tap, neither of us had cooked, so we argued about how much water to put in. Xiao Hao measured the water, which had just soaked the rice noodles. I read it and thought, "With so little water, the cooked rice will be very hard. Put more water and the rice will be soft. " So, I said, "No, no, add more water, otherwise, the rice will be very hard." Xiao Hao immediately retorted: "I think so much will do." We stick to our words and never give in to each other. Finally, Xiao Hao finally agreed with me and put half more water. This war of words is finally over.

We went back to the camp and immediately set up a pot to cook.

The stick we found was really difficult to light. It took us a lot of effort and half a box of matches to light it. The fire was so fierce that we thought we had done it and sat down to have a rest. After a while, the fire gradually weakened, so we hurried to add firewood. Touch it, hey, the firewood is gone! What's going on here? It turned out that the third group next to us messed up our firewood. We caught fire as soon as we saw it, and immediately grabbed a handful from their firewood and put it in the stove. The fire in the stove soon reignited. But before long, the fire slowed down again. While we grab other people's sticks, we let our free teammates pick sticks. The teammates managed to find firewood. Our fire went out, so we had to try our best to light firewood and continue cooking.

"oh! It smells good. " My nose smells it. It turns out that the students in other groups have already cooked the dishes, but we just messed up and only made half of them. When we are cooking, we smell other people's cooking and keep our mouths shut, afraid of drooling and leaving. This is both shameful and regrettable. At this time, my indomitable spirit came up: "I don't believe we can't cook this meal well!" " "So, I vigorously fanned the flames. Everyone was excited when they saw me. After a long time, the rice is still not cooked. I opened the pot and saw that there was too much water. We'll immediately pour out the excess water and continue cooking. Soon, the food was ready.

I can't wait to fill a bowl of rice and have a bite. Wow! Like baby food. It is too thin. However, everyone didn't hum, because as we all know, this meal is hard-won, and we also understand a common truth: labor will make our minds delicate, and we can't be careless in any work, so we might as well be careful and do it well. Labor and trickery cannot be combined. Otherwise, why do old people often say that labor will change a person's character and temperament?

Now, I can confidently say to you: "I have grown up!" " "

Eighth, I have grown up.

Migratory birds from the north once again flew to the south, and the grass on the river bank was once again covered with green clothes. I looked up at the sky and seemed to feel that my childhood was getting farther and farther away from me.

I left the cradle with surprise and walked out of the greenhouse my parents built for me. I know that I am no longer a doll that I hold all day. I'll just say, "Mom, give me a hug!" "Jiao Jiao is a girl. In the days that passed by, I searched for the grown-up me alone.

Indeed, I have grown up. But when I grow up, I will always be a baby in the eyes of my parents. In the eyes of the dolls, I seem to be their trusted "aunt". Who am I? I don't know, I only know: I am a grown-up me.

Indeed, I have grown up. There is often a high "wall" between me and others, which invisibly closes me in a "gloomy" hut. I seem to understand mom and dad's nagging, but I don't want to hear it. Sometimes sensitive, sometimes numb. Looking at my parents' more and more white hair and wrinkles, I feel that they seem to understand me and don't seem to understand me.

Indeed, I have grown up. The memory of some things is getting deeper and deeper, which can't be washed away and erased. All the joys and sorrows, sometimes only in the light, in the room, alone slowly taste. Once naive and happy, I don't know when to leave without saying goodbye. I don't know when the pressure of entering middle school crept onto my shoulder.

Is it really that little to lose so much when you grow up? Don't! I have just entered the journey of life, and a bright future is beckoning to me. I want to put aside all my troubles, find my innocence and purity in the clear sky of Wan Li, and pursue a ray of light and hope in the distance. ...

Ninth, I have grown up.

During this time, I am very upset. The happy smile of the past is gone forever.

That's because I can't seem to be taken care of by my parents. I told my parents something about school, but she didn't want to hear it, and she didn't think it was meaningful. I asked my father a question, but he didn't help me answer it, but let me think for myself. My parents are very busy at work every day. They hardly ask me about school, and sometimes they don't even come back to cook. Let me do it myself. The colorful clothes in the room are now a burden. It takes about a week to change a dress, and you have to wash it yourself.

I was restricted a lot, and only then could I get more love. ...

My mother doesn't know when to start coughing and vomiting. Father often stays up late for work, and his white hair increases a lot instantly; And the family is in a mess, which makes everyone in the family upset. Seeing this scene, I quietly thought: my mother doesn't want to hear my trivial things at school, for fear that those things will affect my study; My father didn't help me solve the problem because I was afraid that I could only rely on him and not think independently. My parents are busy with their work. Isn't it for me in the end? Parents let themselves cook because they want to live independently when they are young, and they don't need their parents to accompany them when they grow up and go out to work. Do your own thing, wash your own clothes, and be frugal. Now my family is experiencing a violent sandstorm. When I meet the most difficult time in my family, only I can stand up and stop all this darkness. Only I can save this family.

In an instant, I grew up, I really grew up. Because I cracked this confusing spell; I learned to love my heart with my heart; I understand that happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why are we unhappy every day?