The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but I didn't understand until I knew it. ...

No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding

I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.

Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help have made me have a deeper understanding of "spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick." Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.

Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea.

The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.

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Experience the taste of growth. It seems sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental. It bothered me 16 years, and then let me immerse myself in my soul forever. ...

The taste of happiness

"happiness"

Once upon a time, I didn't understand what happiness was. When people eat delicious food, they say they are happy; When you see someone dressed well, say he is happy. When you see an interesting person, say he is happy.

What is' happiness' that can often be said?

I am looking for happiness, walking in the street and asking who is happy. Listen to my brother, happiness is endless money; According to my sister, happiness means that many people worship you and are crazy about you.

According to my mother, happiness means that a family is happy together. I nodded, puzzled.

When I grow up, the word happiness has been forgotten by me. Until one day, I watched an episode of Tu Tu with Big Ears, what is happiness? The word "happiness" floated out of my mind again.

What's the taste of happiness?

This time, I decided to find happiness by myself.

However, I searched all over the village, but I couldn't find happiness. I still don't know what happiness is. My mother told me, "Son, happiness is not something you can find." . Happiness is something you must feel with your heart. "Happiness" is a very simple question. It is easy to know what happiness is, but it is also difficult. If you want to know the taste of happiness, you must use your heart! "

These short sentences are very meaningful, but I still don't understand them. I only know that happiness is to be experienced with heart. These words and my feelings lingered in my mind for a long time. ...

What's the taste of happiness?

"Mom, what's the smell of happiness?" One day, I asked. Mother said nothing but smiled. Perhaps, this smile is the hint my mother gave me. She wants me to experience happiness by myself.

That day was my birthday. I thought it would be beautiful today. but ...

I got up today, no one was at home, and no one blessed me. Breakfast is very casual, porridge with sugar; Lunch is not so good, instant noodles with pickles; Dinner is very uncomfortable, porridge with pickles, and I am in a bad mood.

Have you all forgotten that today is my birthday? After dinner, I went upstairs to read glumly. I tried hard not to let tears flow down, but these disappointed eyes just didn't stop tears, which pattered on books and tables like raindrops.

I don't know when there was a noise downstairs. I went downstairs with a heavy heart and saw my parents, relatives and friends shouting "Happy Birthday"!

I was surprised at first, and then I was very happy. The heavy mood was immediately thrown outside the cloud nine. But this disappointed look opened the floodgate again, and tears drifted from which ocean, adding icing on the cake to my face.

However, this time I cried, not because I was sad, but because I was happy. This birthday is happier than before, because happiness.

What's the taste of happiness?

Today, I have the answer. Happiness is that someone cares about you, loves you and understands you; Makes you feel warm, forget the sorrow.

This is the taste of happiness!

The taste of life

Life is a seasoning jar, full of ups and downs! Life is like a dish, which makes people taste the taste of life all the time! Life is full of flavor, and this is life.

Acid is an essential condiment in life. Acid can make people feel the truth of life. I remember once, my mother caught a cold. I went to buy medicine for my mother. As soon as I took the money to the drugstore and bought the medicine and came home, I realized that I had bought the wrong medicine. At that time, I couldn't help feeling sour: "Mom gave everything for us, but I even bought the wrong medicine ..."

Acid is sweet. With acid, you can feel the sweet joy. Think back to a mid-term exam not long ago. Although I didn't do well in the English exam, I got the fifth place in the class because of Chinese and math! When my mother knew my grades, she jumped three feet with joy. At that time, my heart was sweeter than eating honey

Suffering is an indispensable part of life. Bitterness can make people realize their mistakes! The previous math exam floated in my mind again, and I got the lowest score ever-87. For it, I was scolded by my parents-because math is my strong point! And failing the exam is nothing more than being too careless to examine the problem. With this poor score, I can simply describe it as "the dumb eats coptis-it's too bitter to say"!

Spicy, though unpalatable, is rare. They can make people grow! Writing here, I remembered another interesting thing in my childhood. When I was a child, my mother took me to the grocery store and asked me to buy sesame paste and soybeans myself. I walked in and blurted out, "Spicy soybeans!" "It took me a long time to realize that I was wrong. I was so embarrassed that my face was going to smoke. Have to bow their heads and walk out of the grocery store ...

In the taste of life-ups and downs! Only they can accompany us through the road of life.