Before the final exam, I was busy playing, and my pen touched the page, making a dumb sound and rustling. Eyes staring at the pages that have been turned over, mouth muttering, stationery, originally placed in the corner of the desk, accidentally touched, then scattered all over the floor.
It began to rain outside the window, and the filaments fell on the windowsill from time to time, passing into a subtle rustle.
Is it raining?
I opened the closed glass window, and the rain fell on my face like a stubborn and naughty child, itchy.
Suddenly, the rain suddenly became bigger and seemed to speed up. They were as big as beans and fell on the windowsill, instantly breaking into small water droplets and splashing on me. I am restless, just like this weather, I am in a bad mood and my confidence is shaken.
Do you want to stop rushing? No, to give up now is to give up hope. Don't let the word tenacity be like decoration?
Finally, tenacious strength settled my wavering thoughts, and my will fell to the end of persistence. I've made up my mind-insist!
The rain is still banging on the window, making the sound of heavy objects knocking. I closed the window, turned around and walked slowly and firmly, step by step, step by step, to the desk.
On the day of the exam, my pace was still so slow and firm that I walked through that door.
My persistence and hard work brought me the first place in that year, and the previous bitterness returned to sweetness and filled the fields.
Growth, bittersweet, bittersweet, sweet, mixed.
The taste of growth 2 Growth is a long process. In the process of growing up, all kinds of ups and downs are always with us. Let me talk about several flavors I have experienced:
ferment
The taste of acid is particularly unpleasant. Last semester, because I didn't pay attention to the study of science and English, I always thought that these two courses were minor courses, so I didn't concentrate in class and never finished my homework seriously. By the time of the final exam, I failed both science and English! Seeing that my classmates who did well in the exam were so proud, I shed bitter tears involuntarily. Who can blame this? It's just that I don't usually work hard.
difficult
Losing weight is my most unbearable pain. I have gained weight by leaps and bounds since I entered primary school. Seeing that everyone around me is as light as a swallow and as fast as a fly, I secretly decided to lose weight. So, I bid farewell to Coke and KFC, but every time I see braised pork and chicken legs on the table, I can't help wolfing them down ... Alas! Losing weight is really bitter!
sweet
After all, the bitterness of acid is not much, but the sweetness is countless. My parents' concern, teachers' praise and classmates' understanding all make me feel extremely happy. Every time I overcome a difficult problem, every time my speech gets applause, and every time I help people in need, I feel the sweetness of life!
Although there are troubles in the process of growing up, I think growing up is always a happy thing.
The taste of growth 3 There are many tastes of growth, just like delicacies, which need us to savor slowly and carefully.
Growth is sweet, just like candy. When I get good grades, my heart is like knocking over honey in a can, not to mention how sweet it is. When my height in the mirror is obviously higher, my childish face is becoming more and more mature, and a little sweetness flows through my heart.
Growth is bitter, just like bitter gourd. When I trudge through the sea of homework and books, my eyes are sore and my hands are numb. I feel so hard! When I am sick and have a fever and take medicine, my mouth is bitter and astringent. It is really bitter.
Growth is sour, just like lemon. When I fail in the exam or the teacher criticizes me in front of the whole class, tears will fall when my nose is sour.
Growth is spicy, just like pepper. When I am shy, my face turns red, as if I had eaten more than a dozen peppers. When you are laughed at by others, your face turns red and you can't lift your head.
Growth is made up of various flavors, just as a rainbow is made up of seven colors. We need to taste one by one in order to really grow up!
The taste of growing up 4. On the way I grew up, I experienced little by little, and it tasted good when I chewed it.
It was a Sunday night, and my mother and I went to the amusement park. "I want to play rock climbing, ok?" I thought for a moment and said to my mother. My mother thought about it and answered me, "A girl plays such a dangerous game, should she challenge herself?" Well, I really can't help you. "My mother agreed, I am very happy. I went to the cashier to pay the money, so I armed myself, put on red protective clothing, and hung an iron ring on it, which is the part that connects the safety rope, put on gloves and prepared to climb.
At this time, I heard an aunt say "start climbing"! I'm scared, so steep, it's almost 90 degrees! So high! I quickly stabilize my mind, get up the courage, climb when I come and challenge myself! I climbed bravely, clasping round holes at different points with my hands, stepping on different round holes with my left and right feet, sticking to the rock wall like a gecko, climbing steadily and slowly, not daring to relax or look back, climbing! Climb up! After great efforts, I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking back, it is really close! I succeeded in my challenge! At this time, I was full of ambition and muttered: I am the best! I pressed the white button according to my aunt's instructions, and there was deafening and magnificent music from the loudspeaker. This is a song of victory, this is a hymn of the brave! At this time, everyone turned to me with approval! As the saying goes, "it's easier to go up the mountain than down it." I fell like a boulder and looked down. I'm so scared, so excited, so excited! I finally landed successfully, and my body seemed to fall apart. My mother quickly stepped forward to help me and said, "Baby, you are great!" " "
In this process, I tasted fear, excitement and pride, and realized the true meaning of "nothing is difficult for a willing mind".
This is a story that promotes my growth, and it is also an unforgettable taste when I grow up.
The taste of growth 5 Anyone who has observed the pupa breaking into a butterfly knows that it is a very painful process, but if you help it kindly, it will hurt it, because without pain, it will lose the right to fly. And growth also needs to experience pain, which itself is a process of breaking out of the cocoon. The road is not as simple and smooth as you think. Life is colorful because of pain, and a gorgeous rainbow will appear in the sky after rain. Failure, long = often, is not a bad thing, as long as you remember, your future is limitless, so you should seize every opportunity and not be conquered by temporary difficulties. Repeated defeats and wars, repeated defeats and wars.
In childhood, life is still immature, and any injury will leave a deep imprint on children's hearts. Therefore, in childhood, we lay in the gentle and solid arms of our parents, hid under the passionate love of our teachers, and happily avoided the wind and rain.
Ignorant years are still like water. We began to emerge from the cocoon. When the protective film is peeled off, our hearts become sensitive. Affection, friendship and teacher-student relationship began to affect our mood. Achievements, images and other people's comments began to attract our attention. The trendy and avant-garde ideas are impacting the education system and instilling them in our brains.
As time goes by, the footsteps of youth begin to approach us step by step, which is an excessive and difficult task. Children are not so simple now? Why? I asked heaven, and heaven was speechless! I asked the earth, and the earth was speechless!
The taste of growing up 6 In my growing process, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. One of my most unforgettable things is the exam.
A few days before the exam, my parents said to me, "Son, the exam is coming soon. You must study hard!" " Mom and dad went to work. "Then he went out. I thought to myself: there are still many days anyway, let's play for a while first. Then I went to play with toys.
The exam is coming soon. "Ding Lingling …" At the beginning of the class, the math teacher came to the class with a thick stack of papers and said, "Today, let's do the test in Unit 4!" As soon as the voice fell, my body began to tremble involuntarily. The test paper will be sent to me soon. Looking at the blank test paper in front of me, I thought: I will definitely defeat this little devil. I wrote it smoothly at first, but when I did, the hateful "obstacle" stumped me. I thought to myself: I must beat it! I worked frantically on the draft paper and finally rolled it up, but I still didn't overcome this hateful "obstacle".
After the exam, the teacher posted the answers to the test paper on the blackboard as usual. I went to see it again. Ah! I made a lot of mistakes in many questions, and finally my grades came out. I only got 84 points in the exam, and my heart is sour.
This is what it's like to grow up, right? Very sour. Also told me that only hard work can succeed!
The taste of growth 7 growth is a bottle of seasoning, which brings out the ups and downs and my life.
I like sweetness. Holidays are frequent visitors.
On holiday, I am a free bird. Bathe in the spring sunshine, smell the flowers in the flowers, listen to the sound of swallows and feel the charm of nature; In summer, it is a great pleasure to listen to cicadas, play in the Woods and fish! ; Running in nature in autumn, dancing in the fallen leaves, like wild horses running, humming and scattering; Playing in the snow, having snowball fights, making snowmen and skating in winter, the dreamlike snow scene is full of dreamlike happiness. At that moment, it was so sweet and happy, like eating an ice cream and having a dream-it was dawn, people woke up, the dream flew, and my heart was empty. ...
I respect pain. It's like my mentor, always with me.
I have been hit by the failure of the exam more than once, which is the most bitter taste. Disappointment filled my heart, venting and blaming myself, and finally made up my mind to "take the exam well", so I ushered in "sweetness". I respect bitterness, because it opens the dictionary of life for me, and the word explained is "frustration", and I know how to be strong in setbacks; Have confidence in setbacks; I learned to "stand up" in frustration. "Bitterness" makes me walk in the wind and rain step by step.
I appreciate acid. Acid is my rare guest, but it grows with me. composition
The taste of growth 8 With the passage of time, the taste of growth is also changing a little. I like to taste the taste of growth, so tasting it becomes a kind of happiness. ...
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Childhood marshmallow strawberry
When I was a child, my favorite thing was to go to the streets to watch people coming and going; What I like best is swimming in the strawberry garden: looking at the lush strawberries.
An accident made me see marshmallows in the street. It's like seeing a young leaf in a strawberry garden. "Mom, I want that."
Cotton candy, though it is a wisp, melts in the mouth, leaving only a sweet heart, like air, inhaled into the body, leaving only a cool heart, like the wind, floating, blowing into the strawberry garden, and a burst of music in my heart. These are more like mothers. Always by my side, caring about me, whether it is success or failure. ...
No matter how far I go, I can't live without my mother's love. ...
Childhood is as light as cotton candy and as lovely as strawberry. ...
Childhood pop rock apple
"You broke the dance, it's our turn!" We, as children, jump rubber bands and play happily. The afterglow of the sunset reflected our laughter.
Tired of playing, sitting on the grass, watching the sunset, tearing open a bag of pop rocks, putting it in your mouth, and letting the sugar jump on the tip of your tongue. It is our hearts that fly happily. Everyone took out the prepared apples and still leaned together, listening to the surrounding sounds. It was us who were chic.
The taste of growth 9 growth is the only way for everyone, and my road to growth is also colorful! Recalling eating and sleeping with friends and playing peas when I was a child, there was an interesting thing when I was in kindergarten: I drew 100.
Score 100. It started with a homework. I found nothing in the column of parents' signatures. I racked my brains for a long time and thought it must be used for painting. I started painting at once. After a burst of graffiti, my parents' signatures were shiny black, and I handed in my homework. My homework was distributed at 100 (so happy). I happily found a teacher to change the post (kindergarten regulations 100 points can be changed 1 post). 1 Stickers were precious to me at that time. There will be 1 thick layer of lead in every homework in the future!
Speaking of acid, I have something that makes me sad. Once my mother was late from work, and I was sitting on a small bench alone in class. It was pitiful and sudden! The door is open! The teacher came in with an egg and a bag of milk in his hand. The teacher said, "Are you hungry?" I ate a little and then said, "Can I use your mobile phone?" ? The teacher promised me to take my mobile phone and call my mother to say that she would pick me up later. I told the teacher that I would wait for my mother first, so I wanted to go. When I left, I said thank you to the teacher!
This is my childhood.
The taste of growth 10 In life, everyone should have the taste of growth. Let me tell you what it's like to grow up.
When I was in the third grade, I watched my mother cook every day, and I was very curious. So I strode to the kitchen and asked my mother curiously, "Mom, can you teach me how to scramble eggs with tomatoes?" Mother readily agreed. I jumped three feet for joy. My mother should be thinking: it's time for me to learn to cook and learn to be independent.
I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, and my mother cut me a tomato. I took a bowl and beat two eggs in it. The sticky feeling on my hands made me sick, so I washed my hands, took a pair of chopsticks by the way and began to stir. Something amazing happened. The eggs in the bowl turn yellow, just like golden rice.
My mother helped me heat the pan. I poured the egg liquid into the pot and made a strange noise. I picked up a spatula and began to stir fry until the eggs solidified. I poured a plate of tomatoes and then stir-fried. I smelled a faint taste of egg yolk and sweetness, and then sprinkled a little salt. It smells so good. After the fire, I was sweating, but I was happy and satisfied.
I took a bite and my heart was full of joy. My own cooking is very delicious.
Today, I have grown up again, and I can help my mother share a little thing. At the same time, for me, the taste of success is sweet and flattered.
The taste of growing up is 1 1. Open the photo album and recall the little things of growth. It is sour, sweet and bitter.
ferment
When I was three years old, one summer afternoon, I sneaked along my father's way to work, causing my mother to look for me everywhere in the scorching sun. When I came home, she gave me a good beating. I cried, and so did my mother.
At night, my mother held me in her arms and said to me, do you know? Mom hit you, but it hurts. At that time, my intuition was sour.
sweet
After the mid-term exam, I was rated as an excellent student. When I got home, my father put the certificate on the wall, looked at the red certificate and remembered my mother's sweet smile. My heart is full of sweetness.
difficult
I only got 80 points in a math exam. I was afraid to say it when I got home, but I said it later. I was nervous when my parents' eyes turned cloudy, but later my father forgave me and my mother forgave me. They asked me to take a photo with the test paper and put it in my growth diary. Facing the camera, I felt bitter and uncomfortable for the first time.
In a blink of an eye, I spent eight wonderful years. Every time I look at the photo album my father made for me, I will deeply recall the original days. The memory is short, but the taste is long.
Grade 1 of Changyang County Primary School, Yichang City, Hubei Province: Qin
The taste of growth 12 for a long time, I simply thought that only oil, salt, sauce and vinegar had a taste. Gradually, I found that growth also has a taste.
Grow cherry flavor
I hate reading books. There are so many words and no beautiful pictures. I'm always bored. Although there are many books piled up on the shelves at home, I seldom read them. But in this summer vacation, I suddenly like reading. The encyclopedia for teenagers attracted me deeply. Among them, magical things such as biological world, cyberspace, ocean paradise and geographical encyclopedia aroused my curiosity and explained my doubts. I am not surprised to sigh that the world is so magical and unpredictable. I like reading, which makes me gain knowledge and satisfy my spiritual world, just like eating cherries, sweet and inclusive.
Growing green apple flavor
Green apple, sour. Just like my exam results, my exam results have been unsatisfactory, disappointing the expectations of teachers and parents. I finally put on a look of indifference, but the patience of the teacher and the concern of the parents deeply touched me. I know I shouldn't have done this. I will work hard bit by bit, and I will definitely get good grades. I will repay my teachers and parents. I will turn the sour taste of green apples into the sweet taste of red apples.
Growing up has the sweetness of cherries and the acidity of green apples. I know this is my growing process. You can't see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. It feels good to grow up!
The taste of growth 13 growth is like a five-flavor bottle, and everyone's growth has to experience various tastes such as ups and downs. Let me tell you something I have tasted.
yogurt
I have no freedom since I went to primary school. I have been doing my homework all day except for class. But it still works. In the mid-term exam, I scored 94 points in math, 95 points in English and 90 points in Chinese. When I got home, I was praised by my parents and I was very happy. This process is from sour to sweet, just like yogurt.
little lemon
When I was in the third grade, an illness took my grandmother's life, and I was very sad. Grandma loves me the most in the world. When I was a child, she would take me to the park to play, and she would buy me any toys I wanted. When my grandmother died, I felt very sad, very sad, just like drinking sour lemon.
black coffee
Once, my father asked me to learn to ride a bike. The next day, we came to Shenzhen East Station. Dad rented a yellow bike, I rode it in front, and Dad helped me in the back. When my father let go of my hand, I accidentally bumped into a lamppost. I fell to my knees and screamed in pain. Although I fell a lot, I finally overcame many difficulties and learned to ride a bike through my own persistence. But this learning process is really painful!
Everyone's growth process, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, is indispensable for everything. Let's enjoy it slowly.
The taste of growing up is 14. Everyone was born knowing nothing. However, when we look at the babies decades later, they have become elites in various industries, full of wisdom and experience. This is the power of growth.
When I first entered school, my mind was empty, with little knowledge and experience. Six years' growth has made my mind almost full, and I have accumulated a lot of knowledge and experience necessary for going to society. When you see high grades; When I saw others blushing because of a little thing, I resolved the contradiction; When I saw my classmates clapping for me. I feel the taste of growing up is sweet.
When I first entered school, my burden was very light, as long as I studied hard. After six years of growth and exercise, my task is getting heavier and heavier, and most of the time is occupied by study. The programs I loved to watch when I was a child are now dismissed, and the fun in life is less. When I saw the children in grade one playing carefree. I feel the taste of growing up is bitter.
No matter what you and I say, the taste of growth is always inseparable from ups and downs, and the result of growth is also inseparable from ups and downs. "People say bitter gourd is bitter, and I say bitter gourd is sweet. Sweet and bitter are your choices. How can it be sweet without suffering? " The taste of growing up and the result of growing up are inevitable. If you suffer too much while growing up, don't complain. If you eat too much sweetness while growing up, don't be proud. "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Let's experience the ups and downs of life in growing this "gentleman's dish"!
The taste of growing up 15 is on the way to growing up.
On the road to growth, no one can be smooth sailing.
Although the road to growth is bumpy, it is also flat. Many things in the rough need your efforts, and friends and relatives in the flat will give you some help. The road to growth is monotonous and colorful. Monotonia spends most of her time studying, but Colorful still has time to do her own thing. The road to growth is boring and interesting. Boring, I have to do a lot of things I don't want to do, and I am interested in doing what I want to do when my parents are away.
The first morning star when I was growing up was my mother, who brought me to this strange world and helped me get familiar with it. It was my mother who taught me to walk and let me have fun with my feet; It was my mother who taught me to speak, so that I could express my thoughts better. It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the history of words; It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the long and interesting history of China. The second morning star is my first teacher, who brought me into the ocean of knowledge and let me know the fun of learning; Bring me into the river of books and let me understand that reading is an interesting thing; It brought me into the stream of my classmates and made me gain pure friendship.