The transformation of growth 1 The growing heart is as changeable as summer. Only by constant change can we constantly improve ourselves and mature step by step. The transformation when growing up has created the beauty after growing up.
In my eyes, growth can be divided into three stages-self, disappointment and persistence.
At the age of 8, he was surprisingly stubborn and would never give in. It was an afternoon, the sun was high above, burning the earth mercilessly, and the dazzling sunshine seemed to publicize its own strength. I am playing basketball on the playground. At that time, I was exhausted and very thirsty, and I couldn't walk at all, while my companions were sitting on the ground panting. I shouted at a companion, "go and buy drinks, hurry up!" " I can't stand it! "Hearing this, the companion looked at me with a puzzled face. Seeing this, I yelled at him again: "Go and buy a bottle of drink, hurry up! ""My companion listened and said with a straight face, "I won't buy it myself!" Only command others! "When I heard this, I immediately got angry and said angrily," What if I buy a bottle of drink? Let's go "Not to be outdone, the companion also replied," Go by yourself! Don't think you are the center of the earth. Without you, the earth will still turn! "I was furious after listening to this, but when I think about it, my companion's words are not completely unreasonable. Yes! The rotation of the earth will not stop because of my disappearance, and I am not the center of the earth, so I have no reason to order others! On second thought, it seems that I was wrong. I stepped forward, said "I'm sorry" to my companion, and looked at the sky. The clear sky reflects my lively face, and pieces of white clouds combine into a few words: bastard, the prince is sick! From that day on, I learned to put myself in the other's shoes, and I also knew that I was not the center of the earth.
The first change-what is empathy? I'm not myself anymore.
When I was 12 years old, I suffered a huge blow, which defeated all my self-confidence and made me feel inferior. It was a sunny morning, birds sang happily, flowers nodded proudly, and everything was so harmonious. But on such a harmonious and beautiful morning, a report card ruined all this. "What? 5A 1B, with a total score of 608. This is not true! " I can't believe it. However, all this seems to have stopped, time has stopped, birds have disappeared, and students' actions have stopped ... I am immersed in my own thoughts and don't know what happened. I just looked at the pale report card and my eyes were glazed over. It's like an out-of-body experience I didn't collapse until I knew that all this was true and that this white paper that witnessed my humiliating history was true. I threw myself on the table and buried my head in my clothes, shouting in my heart: Why? Why do I work hard? I tried, but nothing came of it. High score, why are you so far away from me, so far away! I am so disappointed, so disappointed with myself, so disappointed with this achievement, so disappointed with the world! It's not fair, but you can't win even if you fight! Calm down, I mused: is it not enough to work hard? Birds are singing outside the window, the sun is still shining, and my confidence is gone. A voice shouted from the bottom of my heart, "Some things, you try your best, but you can't do anything. You work hard, but you can't reach it. This is the world, and only by continuous efforts will we gain something! "
What is the disappointment of the second transformation-failure? Some things, struggling but powerless!
13 years old, persistent in everything. I pursue both friendship and achievement. That is a new classmate, who has just entered the class and is not familiar with anything, so he is very introverted and has few friends. I am a very emotional person, and I want to build feelings for anyone and anything. At first, my new classmates paid little attention to me and hardly greeted me when we met. It should be difficult for such an introverted person to establish a good impression! This is a view recognized by all students, but in spite of this, so what, I still strive to pursue that friendship. Even if there is nothing you can do, do your best. In study, I try to be the first. The first is the class, the second is the top ten, and the last is the grade. I know, it's hard, maybe impossible. The first place in that grade is simply a god, omnipotent and impeccable. But despite this, I am still persistent. In the face of powerlessness and impossibility, I still pursue, the strong, despise everything, the weak, and look up to everything!
The third transformation-persistence and satisfaction!
Growth is a step by step change and maturity. The diversity of growth creates the joy of success! The transformation of growth-self, disappointment, persistence!
There is a violet in the yard. I remember when I was a child, my grandfather asked me to come over from my relatives' house.
Summer is coming, violets are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing. They wear purple silk coats, like gorgeous ladies. As night falls, purple and pink flowers hold bright yellow stamens, as if fireworks exploded in the night sky and jumped into the sky. The deep purple leaves that support the buds are like a purple sea, bearing the flowers that bloom in pairs. Seeing this flowing purple ocean, my heart is drunk.
Five years ago, in the first month, I followed my grandfather to visit relatives. When I saw this beautiful violet flower, I really liked it. I spoiled in front of my grandfather, clamoring for him to ask his relatives for a plant at home. Grandpa couldn't stand my anger, so he had to say, "Good, good, good granddaughter! I'll get you one tomorrow. " Grandpa really kept his promise. Grandma and I planted this violet in the most conspicuous place in the yard. Grandma usually looks after these flowers. She waters and fertilizes them in her spare time.
This violet is the only best memory my grandfather left me. My grandmother and I both regard it as our favorite baby. But since grandpa died, grandma has locked herself in her room and rarely came out, and never took care of Violet again. During that time, our hearts were dark, and violets looked so haggard and lonely that they lost their original vitality and color.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains and I opened the window. The window is hazy, and only the lonely waning moon can be seen in the sky. The whistling north wind blows on the window, and the sound of "snapping" seems to be venting its own pain, which is harsh to listen to. In a trance, I fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamed of the happy time of living with my grandfather when I was a child, and gradually dreamed of the scene of my grandfather's funeral. I kept crying and crying, and I was awakened by a nightmare. I was scared out in a cold sweat, soaked, and my pillow was soaked. I sat up and gasped. I threw the pillow against the wall and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, why did you leave?" Didn't you promise not to leave me? Didn't you say you wanted me to buy a car to take you around the world when you grew up? How can you be so cruel! Grandpa! Don't leave me! I don't want you to leave me! ……"
It's windy outside, and it's going to rain soon, and it's getting bigger and bigger, as if telling the sadness in our hearts. I looked at the violets outside the window with tears in my eyes! Violet in the storm is so stubborn and strong, no matter how the storm attacks, she still blows down and stands up again, and grandpa's face reappears in my heart.
On that stormy morning, I was painting in grandpa's room. It's windy and raining hard outside. Grandpa pointed to the violets in the yard and said to me, "Violets will not be blown down by the wind and rain." I said, "I don't believe it! How can such a weak violet not be knocked down! Grandpa, you believe in violets too much! " Grandpa's stubbornness came again and said, "Why don't we make a bet and see who wins and who loses?" Speaking of which, he stopped talking, and grandpa vaguely seemed to be worried about something. Grandpa said, "I hope you can be like a violet." The wind can't blow down, and the rain can't beat it. " If one day, grandpa is gone and old, you should be as strong as a violet! Don't cry, grandpa doesn't like you crying. "I said sourly in my heart," Grandpa, you won't be old. If one day, I promise to learn from Violet! " I got up, came to Violet in the storm with an umbrella, and choked and said, "Grandpa, you won. Sorry, I didn't keep my promise. Sorry, grandpa. I will never cry again! . "Violet fell in the wind and rain and tried to get up with her perseverance. So, I decided to pull myself together. I said to myself: you have to be strong, you have to refuel! Grandpa doesn't want you to do this. You have to laugh and be strong! You promised grandpa to learn from Violet. Don't be sad. Grandpa went to another place and lived a happy life. Come on, you must be strong.
After a few days of wind and rain, the weather turned warmer and the sun came out. The violet in the sun is more luxurious, it has returned to its original color, and the purple sea has begun to flow again. In the deep purple leaves, pink-purple florets are also blooming in dribs and drabs, and bright yellow stamens are slowly sticking out like butterflies breaking out of cocoons. Her elegant purple and faint fragrance fluttered with the wind. At this time, this ordinary violet seems to be reborn and grow harder towards the sun.
Squat down, smell the flowers, get rid of sadness, and suddenly feel that I have experienced a growth and transformation with violet flowers.
When we were three hours old, we longed to grow up, but we didn't know that the road was full of thorns. To really grow up in our hearts and minds, just like from caterpillar to butterfly, from young eagle to eagle, it takes countless attempts and failures to become the unique best in the world.
Growth requires courage; You need the courage to forge ahead, believe in yourself and accept failure.
I stood by my father's side, staring at the math paper on the edge of passing the exam, taking a deep breath with dignity, closing my eyes and being ready to accept all criticism. After a long time, I saw nothing moving, squinting at my father, only to see him frowning and staring at me with eagle eyes, looking at a calculation problem that was lost because of carelessness. Suddenly I saw his mouth open, and the strings in his heart were tight, but his chapped mouth was slowly closed, awkward. "Do you think there are any mistakes in this exam?" Really ... not careless? "Father's deep and concerned words broke the silence in the room. I looked at my uncharacteristic father in surprise and nodded silently. My father gently handed me the paper and solemnly said, "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. " He looked at me and said, "If you really don't want to suffer, just go on like this. You should be responsible for your future. You should have the courage to make progress ... and see the mistakes yourself. Correct yourself and try to do better next time. "After that, I only left a figure that I admire and left. Since then, I have set a learning goal, step by step, not to compare myself with those top students, which will only make me feel useless, and the more I compare myself with myself, the more I feel inferior. I will only make progress slowly, be down-to-earth, and explore bravely. I believe that I will eventually get the care of the goddess of success. Growth requires self-understanding, guidance from others and courage.
That year, when I was traveling somewhere, I met a Korean couple in the process of traveling. The Korean "Hello" that I just attended preschool flashed through my mind. I was about to reach out and say hello when I vaguely felt someone pulling me behind me. I quickly turned around. Everyone is a stranger in a hurry except my relatives who are choosing accessories. I looked at the lake near Ming Che. The water seems clean, and I can see my heart. I think: nothing, just a friendly greeting to show our welcome. ""But in case their voices are too low for them to hear, it would be embarrassing to scream again! ""What are you afraid of? Everyone here has their own things to do. Not many people will pay attention to you deliberately. Greeting can exercise their courage and leave a good impression on others ... "I hesitated for a while, finally took that step, took a deep breath, adjusted my instrument, and smiled and greeted them from the heart. The couple felt incredible, but they still gave us a warm smile and gentleness.
The pace of growth is long and difficult, but the market is also short and easy. Growth means taking when you are a teenager and giving when you grow up.
Once, grandpa was ill and many relatives and friends came to visit him. Everyone takes several bags of fruit, or exquisite desserts, and a bunch of flowers.
When I came home from school on Friday, I found no one at home, and my stomach was "drumming", so I rummaged through everything to find food. In a storage box, I found many snacks that dazzled me. I think my mother hid so many snacks that she didn't tell me. Then, I sat on the ground and robbed all the snacks. Mother picked up her brother, looked at the food bags on the ground with some pity, and murmured, "These were given by your relatives and friends when your grandfather was ill. Grandpa didn't eat it, saying it was for you and your brother. " But now ... "I looked down at my brother. He blinked his big watery eyes and stared at the food scraps on the ground. He licked his mouth with his bright red tongue and swallowed a mouthful of water. I quickly turned my head and met my mother's helpless eyes. I had to lower my head, but I remembered my grandfather sleeping in the hospital bed. I can't bear it any longer. My brother came to comfort me when he saw me crying, but I cried even harder. For the first time, I felt really uneasy.
Since then, I have been actively doing housework. When you have nothing to do, go to your hometown to see your grandparents, beat their backs and tell jokes. Their comfortable smiles are the only magic that can drive away my anxiety.
The transformation of growth requires courage as a companion, dreams as wings, responsibility as the road, praise and criticism. Only in this way can the clumsy caterpillar become a butterfly to fly, and the timid young eagle fight in the sky, so that we can grow up, give birth to wings and fly to the paradise of dreams.
A fragrant tea is bitter at first, and then it will become a refreshing fragrance. The same is true of growth. Only after repeated metamorphosis can you become the most perfect self in your dreams. "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold", and only those who have really experienced it can understand its infinite meaning.
Butterfly birth
I am a caterpillar, an ugly and useless caterpillar. No bright colors, no light body, all I have is a gloomy and bloated body. I was born on a green vegetable leaf. Fresh and tender leaves are like a natural rough jade, which is more crystal clear in the sun. And I'm just a flaw in this beautiful jade. The cabbage caterpillar who lives with me seems to be very proud of the color of his clothes and leaves, clamoring to become a butterfly in the future, and I am nothing. Where is my safe place in this vast land?
Grow up and wander
Bloody papers, like snowflakes condensed with blood, fell mercilessly in front of me. I picked it up carefully and put it in the drawer, so I couldn't bear to take another look. This exam gave me a blow, and I always thought I did well. Before the exam, I think memorizing Buddha's feet is a sign of self-confidence. While others are reviewing, I play around alone. But what about now? I thought helplessly. Those students who did well in the exam pretended to comfort me, but in fact they just came to see my jokes. I am like a man groping in the dark, walking around without direction. What should I do? Only darkness and silence answered me.
Butterfly becomes cocoon.
The wind has gradually mixed with a little chill. I know, it's time to start cocoon. I chose a secluded corner in advance and didn't want anyone to find it. I looked at my bloated body and decided to say goodbye at last. I used up all the strength of my small body, which was not strong enough, and spit out layers of yellow and seemingly fragile spider silk, blocking myself bit by bit without revealing a crack. Just before it was completely closed, I saw that the naturally gorgeous Pieris rapae had a big cocoon in the most eye-catching place on the leaf, as if it were competing with me. I close my eyes and get ready for a long sleep.
Grow up and sharpen
As the days before the final exam are getting shorter and shorter, I decided to make a change from now on. Every time after class, there is one less figure chasing and running, and one more person concentrating on reviewing. After school, there are fewer people in the classroom, leaving me alone in this quiet place, immersed in the sea of books. The last mock exam before the exam came. I am confident that I can prove myself, but the facts have given me a heavy blow. My slightly healed wound has cracked again, and it hurts like a heart. Some people say that I am stupid, and I still get nothing after doing so much. I endured the pain and didn't want to answer, just waiting for time to make the fairest judgment.
The change and rebirth of butterflies
When I woke up, it was still dark, and I was trapped in the layers of prisons I created. I kept wriggling and managed to tear a small hole with my weak mouth. A ray of sunshine slanted in and shone on me. I instinctively ran after him, getting closer and closer to my mouth. First the head, then the wings, then the tail. Every step is so difficult, but I'm not afraid. When the warm sunshine turned into the afterglow of the sunset, I finally came out. I re-examine myself: a pair of wings shine like sapphire, reflecting pink light and casting dazzling light. The original bloated and fragile body disappeared, replaced by a pair of light and tough carapace that covered my heart. I saw that the cocoon of Pieris rapae has already fallen into the soil, and it will turn into soil with the passage of time. I flapped my wings and flew in the direction of hope.
Grow up and change
After the mock exam, I still don't give up, continue to struggle, and continue to pay twice the efforts of ordinary people. Like a dream, time flies, the big exam is over, and the results will be announced soon. My heart is like a mess and I am extremely nervous. The teacher came in with a deadpan report card, and my heart was in my throat. Time passes so slowly that every second is a torment for me. How I want to prove myself! When the teacher read out my grades with admiring eyes, the people who laughed at me bowed their heads in shame, but my heart was blank. Without the imagined ecstasy and unexpected celebration, I accepted such a gratifying achievement so indifferently. I shed tears unconsciously in the corner of my eyes, and only they recorded the traces of my efforts. I can't help looking out of the window.
Outside the window, a shining butterfly is flying in the wind, casting a touching blue light. Only I know what I have experienced behind that gorgeous color. ...