Senior one growth composition 1 alas, the math exam is counting down again.
As expected, when I got home, I just showed my report card to my parents. As soon as they saw the big 56 in the math column, they began to give me a long speech: "What did you listen to in class?" Do you usually do your homework for nothing? I bought you so many reference books for free ... "
The loss in my heart broke out: "It's hard enough to do so badly in the exam. Instead of comforting me, you laughed at me. Are you my parents or not? "
After listening to my words, they not only didn't stop preaching, but said more seriously, "We haven't scolded you yet, you scolded us first. You have the nerve to scold us after the countdown to the exam. The winner is the loser. If you don't do well in the exam, you are not qualified to speak! "
I can't listen to it anymore. I rushed back to my room and slammed the door. I squatted under the windowsill and began to cry.
God seems to look down on me and smile proudly, and the wind dances with it. The willows by the river kept swaying, and several delicate willows were interrupted by flying stones, spinning helplessly in the air, trying to find a way to rely on them. The withered branches and leaves of sunflower were blown off and fell lifeless to the ground. The wild flowers on the grass are swaying from side to side by the wind, and it seems that they will be uprooted soon. The whole garden was caught off guard by the sudden strong wind.
Finally, the wind stopped, and the garden was a mess after the gale, just like my mood now. But the gardener came, and he swept away all the debris on the ground. After pruning, the whole park was completely new. They chatted loudly while collecting tools: "Scrape off all those dead bark, so as not to climb up and pull it out."
"It's no use sucking nutrients from the air. Ill willow branches will grow better if they are knocked down! "
"But it's a pity that the bonsai I just trimmed has to be cut again."
"What are you afraid of? The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come. Haha. " They packed their tools and went back with a smile, and the park came back to life.
After hearing what they said, I am also excited, yes! How can we grow better if the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come and the wind doesn't blow away the sick branches and leaves? The garden is taken care of by the gardener, and my gardener is myself. The wind is a setback for the garden, and the new setback is the failure and setback in study and life. Only by pruning yourself can we grow better. Even if you are dragged into the abyss by disappointment and trampled to pieces by setbacks, you should stand up bravely, trim yourself and make yourself better.
I stood up, beat my legs, sat back at my desk, took out my test paper and began to analyze my mistakes. ...
Suddenly, I wanted to write something.
I still feel that I am far from growing up.
Before I could see Chu's youth's face clearly, 16-year-old flowers bloomed and withered in silence. Looking back on the second day of my junior high school, it seems that there are only some fragmented fragments left. Time passed by me like a train, leaving only the cold air shivering there. I used to like to stare at the willows outside the window in a daze. The bright green seems to jump in the sun, but I am still stagnant like stagnant water, and there is no life, which is exactly what I once taught my teacher. I used to sleep on my desk, thinking that I could lock out the whole noisy classroom and high-piled textbooks by closing my eyes. Only leave yourself quietly sinking in the dark world, without any feelings or masks. I used to like plugging in headphones at night, so that music could soak every nerve in me, as well as the quiet path and the quiet night sky, the rugged dead wood and the bustling garden, which could accompany me all the way to the end of my home. I used to yearn for sketching everywhere with a picture clip on my back, thinking that those bright colors and those abrupt lines were enough to outline my life. But destined, art can only be a breath in my depression. I once promised to leave here together, go outside to learn painting, and think about how beautiful the picture is with a longing tone. But in the end, I waved and said goodbye to my painting friends, leaving only scattered blessings to float away with them.
And all this has become the past.
The days are still slowly flowing. I can't tell whether I am calm or helpless. I finally reached the other side of the third grade in the ship of time, only to find that this other side is only one side of the sea. I have to pack my bags and sail. Paddle and row to the other side of the sea. But I don't know what is waiting for me on the other side. Maybe in the eyes of most people, it will be heaven. Because they want to be. Where's mine? What will my destination be like? A wider sky or a wasteland full of thorns? I'm not sure and I don't know. Then I think what I can do now is to cross this sea to explore the unknown world.
Dad said, you have to face what you have to face, and you have to grasp the future yourself. I have let a year of my life stumble in the wayward chaos. The haze in my heart is always dispelled and warmed by the sunshine. The soft piano music in my ear keeps echoing and flowing, and my mood seems to have broken away from the chains of imprisonment and started to be light and free. Rainy day 16 years old stumbled to my side, I want to hug it with a smile. Will those helpless nights, those lonely tears, carefully sealed up, sadness will always come to an end. Even those who dwell on the past will gradually become bright and simple after many years. I stopped at the corner of the road and looked back, only to find that maybe growth was suddenly opened like this. I thought the third grade would be terrible, and the third grade would return to despair and desolation like a prisoner sentenced to death. But when you say it gently, you will be in the third grade. There will always be some desperate impulses in my heart. Or it's always good to give yourself some pressure. After all, people still need it.
I really grew up.
Growing up, my brother and I are two-faced people in the same family. Whether eating, sleeping, studying or having fun, it will always be compared and commented by family members.
Because I am different, too many things are restricted, too many actions are not treated fairly, and too many ideas are not recognized. The younger brother is different, as long as what he wants is right or wrong, dangerous or safe. He always has a chance to try. I can't do it. Maybe, because mine is special. So my brother and I have never been put in the same position by our family.
When I was a child, I couldn't get through the barrier in my heart, and my mother and grandfather repeatedly blocked it. I have always been weak and mediocre, but they always like to compare me with my brother. Gradually, I feel very wronged. They are the people who obviously stopped me, and they think I am mediocre and incompetent. How can there be such contradictory people and things? At dinner, mom will say, you don't need anyone to care how fast your brother eats. But what about you? Eating a meal is not worrying. When we were playing together, grandpa pointed to my brother and said to me, look at your brother, kick the ball far away. What about you? You can wrestle while playing football. Did you kick the ball or did the ball kick you? He will also point to my brother's new progress award on the wall and tell me that this is your brother's honorary certificate. Why can't you get the prize back? There are countless such contrasts. At first, I felt uncomfortable, lost, unhappy, even depressed and depressed. Later, I became more and more unwilling, even with anger and a little resentment. Since then, I am no longer willing to be a weak person, and began to try to learn and learn to try everything that others can do, although it is not easy. But at that time, I was thinking that as long as I stopped listening to those comparisons and shows off, as long as I could get the same praise and praise, nothing else was so important. Everything, only for a fair treatment, a real recognition. I want them to say that my brother is fine and I am not bad. Of course, this is not because I am jealous of my younger brother, but because no one wants to be ignored.
I finally got out of the cage of thought and the bondage of behavior. Try what I should do and what I want to do. The first attempt and change is to learn to ride a bike, which is what I want and what I have always longed for and envied others. However, this process is not easy. I also paid the price for it. Get up early and practice in the dark every day, but I get black and blue for psychological reasons. I lost half a tooth, which has become an unforgettable memory in my life. What impressed me most was the quarrel between my father and grandfather and my mother's never believing. After I knocked out half a tooth, my grandfather and mother wouldn't let me touch my bike again. Later, when I learned about it, my mother said something that I still remember. I didn't feel tears in her eyes and said, to be fair, you can't learn! I can't describe in thousands of words how I felt when I heard this sentence.
My mother always thinks that I am inferior to others. Every time I decide to do something, she strongly opposes it and never gives me half a trust. But I feel very sad and helpless for being so different from my brother. She always thought it was a kind of protection for me, but she didn't realize that it was her protection that made me suffer a lot of harm unconsciously.
However, dad, grandpa and mom have completely different attitudes. He won't treat me differently from my brother. I won't think I'm worse than anyone else. Even if I really don't do it, he will carefully enlighten and comfort me. Because he knows that not every protection can protect me from any harm in the rest of my life. Dad will give me the same opportunities to study, play and get hurt as my brother. He will tell me that if you fall, learn to get up by yourself. All the injuries you get alive are an experience and a kind of enjoyment, which can make you stronger and more invincible.
My father, grandfather and mother handle the same thing in different ways, which makes me understand that there is no need to do our best to protect them carefully to ensure that they are not hurt at all. The real protection is to let go after careful consideration and let us experience everything that life has given us.
This is like a flower in a greenhouse, a tree in a storm, but it can't survive independently after being carefully cared for. Only those who have been beaten by wind and rain in nature can thrive.
Therefore, the real protection should be appropriate to let go, so that we have enough time to get hurt, regret and grow.
With the coming of the new semester, I came to this strange city-Taiyuan by bus, and then I will start a new study life in a new school.
I know nothing about this school. But I have to step into its door. Everyone in the door speaks fluent Mandarin, which makes me feel that Chinese is so strange to me for the first time. Then I walked into the arranged dormitory. Facing my new roommates and classmates, I turned around awkwardly and ignored them. A classmate talked to me, and I chatted with her in nonstandard Mandarin. Although I know her, I still remember the laughter and slapstick with my junior high school classmates in my mind.
After I packed my things, I had free time to visit the school. The key-shaped building in the courtyard, the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the backyard, the statue of Confucius in the corridor, the beautiful pictures posted on the wall, and the beautiful music overflowing from the top floor ... everything here makes me feel particularly novel.
It's time to officially start the class. The same classroom, the same desks and chairs, and the same blackboard on the podium smell unfamiliar. The whole classroom is only quiet, and the strangeness makes this class cold. The new teacher pushed the door and introduced us one by one. The teacher seems to be as kind and earnest as before. They brought me closer to this place. Especially the head teacher, his words made our class unite and become United and friendly. He is like a bridge between us, so that each of us can understand each other.
Until today, I have gradually become familiar with the life here, the students and teachers here. Because I have adapted to this place and can live freely.
The new life here has made me realize the philosophy of life. The new environment does not want you to leave the good life of the past, but to try new happiness in new challenges. Dare to face the new environment, otherwise, you will only live painfully in the good memories of the past.