The taste of growing up is excellent 1 That autumn, my mother and I went to buy flowers. On the way home, the furry rabbit on the roadside caught my attention.
Those rabbits are all white and hairless, and their petite bodies are covered with shiny fluff. From a distance, they are like little angels from the world of ice and snow.
"I have never kept a small animal," I thought to myself. My mother saw me staring at those little guys intently, as if she understood my thoughts, and said with a puzzled face, "Do you want to buy rabbits to keep at home?" Forget it, you are still a child, and you can't control yourself, so don't control yourself. "
I refuse to accept, why can't I keep rabbits? I feel good about myself and confidently promise my mother that as long as you buy it, I will be able to raise it well, without your care. When my mother saw me say this, she agreed, smiled helplessly and paid the money immediately.
I'm glad to take the rabbit home. I take care of it carefully, clean it and feed it. In the first few days, I was still very new to rabbits. I work hard every day and always have a satisfied smile on my face. Every day is full and interesting.
But it didn't last long.
After all, I am still a child, and my interest in new things is fleeting. Only when I see it occasionally, I will feed something, and gradually forget it, as if it had never appeared. All the days have gone back to the past and are plain.
But it showed up after all.
Then one night, I accidentally walked across the balcony and took a look at the rabbit cage. I found a strange rabbit, which should be alive and kicking. His eyes drooped and he was shivering with cold. He's dying. Feeling this strange rabbit, I rushed over, held it in my arms and ran to a warm place. I cried as I ran. I ran to the living room to call him to see if there was any help.
At that time, my mind went blank, froze there, and tears dripped down. I have cried, and I feel very guilty about my mistake. Suddenly, the rabbit gave two shrill cries, as if unwilling to die for himself or give up the world. It's like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart, which is very painful. I secretly blame myself in my heart. If it wasn't for me, how could it meet death!
It was the first time I felt the pain of losing my lover and the pain of growing up.
The taste of growth 2 What is growth? Growth is a note, singing different songs on the road of life; Growth is a wind chime, which is blown out in a lifetime to make everyone grow; Childhood picture book When I grew up, I opened it and saw my childhood self ... I believe everyone has their own growth story!
When I was a child, I liked to buy things I shouldn't have bought: the notebook is as clean as ever, and the cover is not good-looking; This stamp album has only used two pages, and needs a new one ... In short, as long as what I like is found by my "picky eye", it is difficult to escape from my shopping cart!
Until one day, I saw a news: there was a cleaner who worked hard and his family was poor. Her daughter can only find an open space under the street lamp. Every day after school, in the street where her mother works, she studies hard by the dim light.
She has no beautiful clothes, multifunctional pencils and colorful notebooks, but she is still among the best, smiling. In her notebook, almost every page is marked with a pencil, and then written over and over again with a pen.
After reading this news and her photos, this little girl who knows how to cherish and save deeply touched me. Look at my room again, the furry bear is waving to me; The plastic puppy is winking at me; The pony's key chain is shiny ... should I buy all these? I secretly made up my mind to get rid of the habit of spending money indiscriminately!
This summer vacation, I went to Bali, where I was attracted by your wonderful works of art. I am rushing to the counter, looking for colorful goods everywhere, and I don't miss a good-looking product. Just as I was holding a pile of things to pay, I suddenly saw the figure of a little girl squatting on the wall and writing something. What a familiar figure! Deja vu! I remember, she is very much like the back of the little girl who helped me make up my mind to get rid of the bad habit of spending money indiscriminately! Thought of here, my hand with money shrank back, turned around and put down the items one by one. Finally, I chose a set of baby elephants to give to my mother.
I think growth is a road paved at everyone's feet. Although it is not full of flowers on both sides, it will lead everyone to a successful life one day!
When I was a child, I always admired my big sister next door for her beautiful hairstyle, elegant clothes, generous walking posture and youthful color on her face. Now, when I hold the hand of youth, there is a bitter taste coming to my mind. ...
When I grow up, I can't spoil my mother like I did when I was a child. I can't go out for another crazy day regardless of my parents' feelings; I won't imagine myself as a flower fairy just because I wear a few flowers; I won't believe the fairy tale that riding a broom can fly to the sky and chat with Harry Potter. ...
When I grew up, I lost my innocence. I won't cry and shout "mommy hug" again; I won't play with dolls anymore; Chocolate no longer appeals to me. Reason entered my simple eyes, and I walked out of the greenhouse created by my parents to find my true self in the ups and downs.
When I grew up, I began to be afraid. Afraid of saying the wrong thing and losing your best friend; Fear of continuous exams; I am more afraid of the disappointed eyes of my parents and the ugly expression of my teacher after I failed the exam. ...
When I grew up, I lost my kindness. I don't know when I will hurt others, my words will become bitter and my mood will become complicated.
When I grew up, I learned hypocrisy. I buried my heart, but I just looked around and said that he had some coping skills at work.
When I grew up, I abandoned my enthusiasm. I won't chat happily with my friends all night; I will not pour out my sadness and pain to others, but sit there alone and feel lonely in loneliness.
When I grew up, I lost my carefree and got my own troubles. I quietly wrote them in my diary and tasted them alone under the light and under the covers.
Growing up, I lost my freedom. In order to be a good girl in the eyes of adults, I speak appropriately and walk honestly.
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Is this what I want to grow up day and night? Is this the smell of growing up? Helplessness, loneliness and bitterness have always been with me. Do you really lose so much and gain so little when you grow up?
On the long runway, there are no girls running with the wind, and there is no joy and joy of cheering. I propped up my world with my shoulders and tasted the taste of growth alone in the passage of time.
The taste of growth excellent composition 4 Spring breeze does not ask the return date, everything grows, everything grows, and everything flows. Growth is that we change from frivolous to gentle. Growth is the deepest feeling in memory, and the taste of growth is wonderful and vivid.
Facing the age, we seem to have grown up; Facing the mind, we have already matured; Facing life, the taste of growing up seems wonderful. We can clearly remember that when we first walked into the campus, we were young and ignorant, and time passed and years passed. Those children who are happy every day are still very happy, but after the baptism of time, we gradually grow up and can taste all the flavors of this world, whether good or bad. It's all the smell of us witnessing growing up. Whether it tastes good or bad, everything is a reason to witness our growth.
Lean on the intersection of time and listen to the sound of the wind. That is the process of growing up and the only way to taste the taste of growing up. Whether it is good or not depends on the taste of growth, whether it is unforgettable, relaxed or happy, anxious or nervous, happy or sweet, bitter or sad ... everything is the taste of growth. Remember a word, no matter how hard your life is, no matter who you meet and what you have experienced when you grow up, please don't complain. Everything is destiny takes a hand, and everything is the process of your growth. When things have passed, what is waiting for you is real growth, and you will feel the taste of growth that belongs only to you.
Listen, the breeze is talking. Look, the birds are soaring. Listen attentively, appreciate attentively. There is more than one side to the good taste on the road to growth. Is the initial wisdom of your life. Only by truly understanding the taste of growth can we reap unique growth. Only by truly realizing the taste of growth can we truly face growth. Youth is long, memories are beautiful, and there are many beautiful youth fragments. Only by pursuing growth with your heart can you truly appreciate the taste. Sometimes it's not a few things that really make people grow up, but that you really understand the so-called growth.
The taste of growing up is profound and long. Listening attentively and observing with emotion, the taste of growing up is extremely beautiful and vivid. ...
Growing up is great. In the long river of years, I am a little junior high school student. But I only spent a small thirteen years in my long life. But why do I have time to sigh? It stands to reason that an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes should have such a sigh! But I really feel the unspeakable sadness that the years have flowed over my shoulders.
In the long river of memory, I dug up my photos when I was four years old.
I still remember that when I returned to my hometown from Zhangjiakou, my grandparents had a threshold at home, about 30 cm high, which was a quarter of my small body at that time. My grandparents greeted us outside the door that day, and I was picked up by my grandfather. It was the first time I was lying on my back, warmed by my grandfather's strong chest. Grandpa put me down, and I was very excited. I can't wait to rush into the room. Bang, I tripped over the threshold and didn't cry. Pat the soil, I rushed over and fell down again. But this time is different from last time. My mother picked up the camera and kept this moment forever. ...
Today, six years later, I came to grandpa's house again. At this time, the small threshold of grandpa's house is no longer a "hill" that cannot be turned over. I lifted my feet and walked into the room easily. The first thing I saw was the bald head-my grandfather smiled and held me in his arms. No, it should be said that I held grandpa in my arms. Grandpa has lost a lot of weight at this time. I left my grandfather and went into my childhood study. At this time, an old photo was lying quietly on the desk. The photo has already turned yellow, and I can vaguely see the shadow of a person inside, that is me-me six years ago.
In six years, a previously unattainable threshold can be turned into a dummy, a strong grandfather can be turned yellow and thin, and an old photo that used to shine can be turned yellow. What about me? Have I changed? I have gradually matured from my previous ignorance. What's the use of me in this long river of years? What can we do if time is running out? So let's make good use of our time from now on!
One day after three years, let's experience the taste of growing up together!
Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle, sometimes it makes people feel sour, sometimes it makes people feel sweet, and sometimes it makes them feel bitter ... I can't forget what happened in the second day of junior high school, and I still feel sour now.
It was a Chinese class, and the teacher was telling us homework. My deskmate whispered to me, "lend me your eraser." Just then, the teacher glared at me with sharp eyes. I quickly sat up. "deskmate, it seems that you are going to be finished." I peeked at him. But the teacher snapped: "Yang Yuxuan, you are still the monitor, stand up for me!" What? I didn't speak! But just as I was about to explain, the teacher said angrily, "Stop explaining and give me your hand." I am very wronged, how I hope my deskmate can bravely stand up and tell the truth! But the deskmate not only didn't stand up, but also secretly smiled. I really can't tell you how I felt then. My legs are shaking constantly, and I can hardly look directly at the teacher. The teacher picked up a soft ruler and walked quickly towards me. "Teacher, why do you take his words as mine?" I felt extremely wronged, but the angry teacher didn't give me a chance to explain at all.
I slowly extended my left hand, and the teacher raised the soft ruler and hit me in the hand. I "ah!" With a scream, I felt my hand cut like a knife, and tears had already filled my eyes. These tears are not only tears of pain, but also tears of injustice. Tears flow into my mouth, sour. I stood there, my god, can you bear to see me wronged by the teacher? Tears of disappointment filled my eyes again. I want to explain to the teacher that the teacher didn't look back and walked back to the podium angrily.
Fortunately, the students behind explained the situation to the teacher in time, and the teacher also criticized my deskmate awkwardly, but my hands were very hot and my heart was very sour!
When I think about it today, this sour feeling is still there. But I can understand the teacher's strictness and forgive my deskmate's selfishness and stubbornness. I understand that life cannot be sweet forever. Don't cry when you encounter acid, because it makes us grow.
The Taste of Growth Excellent Composition 7 Growth is like multi-flavor sugar, which is sweet, bitter, spicy and sour. Tasting every flavor is worthy of nostalgia, but only "sweetness" makes me remember it vividly.
I experienced an unforgettable thing: on that day, when my mother and I were visiting the bookstore, I fell in love with a book. I said to my mother, "Can I buy this book?" Mom said, "Yes, you can." When we were ready to pay, "Oh, no, we forgot to bring money." Mom said shyly. I'm a little disappointed, but there's nothing I can do. Mother said, "In a few days, the mid-term exam will come. If you do well in the exam, I will buy it for you as a reward. " I have to say, "okay."
In order to get the reward, I began to enter the crazy review mode these days. I have read Chinese books again and again, and I have to recite all the texts. On the day of the exam, I made papers much faster than before. Two days later, the results came out. Sure enough, everything paid off. I got "98 points" in the exam, and I showed it to my mother. My mother gave me a thumbs up, and then she fulfilled her promise and took me to the bookstore that day. I strode into the bookstore and excitedly said to my boss, "Bring me an Adventure of the Island." The boss said, "Sorry, son, that book is sold out." After listening to my face full of joy and expectation, it disappeared immediately, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad. My mother shook her head and left the bookstore, feeling that the weather was too depressing and I couldn't breathe.
When I got home, I rushed into the bedroom and cried on my bed. My mother came in to comfort me, but I yelled at her like a lion: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't brought money last time, I would have owned that book. Get out! " Mother also silently walked out of the bedroom. After a while, although I was still very sad, I also regretted it. I thought: Why should I yell at my mother? I really shouldn't have taken all my anger out on my mother. It's not her fault. I was just about to get up and go out and apologize to my mother. At this time, she came up to me with her own cake and said, "I'm sorry, I can't buy you a book." Please have a bite of the cake first. " I also said to my mother, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you loudly." Mom said she didn't care at all. I tasted the cake. Well, it was really sweet. There is no "acid" just now, only sweetness.
The cake made by my mother is sweeter than the sweetest honey, and the love and tolerance given by my mother keeps pouring into my heart like a trickle. Well, this taste is really sweet!
Growing up is great. We changed from a small sapling to a small green tree. Only by watering the rain, nourishing the earth and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon can we thrive. However, in the process of this vigorous growth, there have also been ups and downs, and this is the way to grow. Overcome setbacks and gain growth. There are countless setbacks in life, such as how many stars there are in the sky, but what impresses me is an annoying math problem.
Spring breeze blows the earth, and the grass also sticks out its small head from the land. A hundred flowers are blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. In this pleasant spring, people will forget all their troubles and worries, but I am upset.
I remember a math class. Each of our classmates sat in the classroom and listened carefully to the teacher's new knowledge. I can't help feeling bored and absent-minded. After a while, I began to look around. I called my deskmate to chat with me, but she was listening to the teacher wholeheartedly and ignored me at all. I gnashed my teeth with anger and my head smoked. "After laughing for ten years, my head turned white." At the thought of this sentence, I quickly showed my white teeth on both sides. I look around. Through the window, the scenery is so charming that the flowers all show beautiful smiling faces. It would be a pity if I hadn't left such a fairyland scene. So I picked up a pen and began to draw in the dark. I don't care what the teacher said at all. Time flies and class is over soon. It was the bell that reminded me. Suddenly I began to worry, thinking, "Oh, no, I just concentrated on painting and didn't listen to what the teacher said." I can't write any homework questions. I watched my classmates come out to play happily, so I could only sit in my seat and scratch my head. " I wish I knew about it. Why would I do that? "Suddenly I heard a familiar voice ask me," Why don't you go out to play? " I replied hesitantly, "I can't do my homework." Without saying anything, she began to explain the topic to me. She was so earnest and charming when she talked about this topic. She began to say it again and asked me, "Do you understand?" I shook my head and said, "No."He began to speak in a low voice again, but he spoke more fluently and easily than last time. I finished my homework in a short time, which deepened our friendship, and I stopped attending classes.
As the saying goes, "the knower doesn't know the knower, and the knower is not as good as the musician." And I am a person who knows how to learn and regards learning as an interest.
Growing up is great. Time inadvertently bounces off your fingers, and spider footprints are everywhere in the old square. It is weaving a net and dusting off every grid, but some places are dense and difficult to distinguish, and some places are sparse and clear. It feels like gold wrapped in dust. If you don't savor it carefully, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growing up.
The final exam leaves at a fast speed, and the summer vacation comes at a happy pace. In this summer vacation, I tasted the taste of growing up.
My mother called me over and assigned me a task: take ten dollars to the market to buy three garlic and a ginger, and sell as many lanterns and peppers as possible for the rest.
I took the money to the market. I feel like I've hung fifteen buckets in my heart-I'm so anxious. Walking into the food market, I saw a dazzling array of vegetables with different prices, including kind of garlic ginger. I suddenly lost my temper and was extremely nervous. I don't know which to buy. I quickly cheered myself up: Sun Jieyu, this is your first time to buy food. Do it well! After a while, my confidence "gradually rose", and the previous tension disappeared at lightning speed. I leaned down and asked the price from booth to booth. A sister-in-law selling vegetables saw that I was still a child and said to me cheerfully, "What do you want, little friend?"? Aunt is 50 cents cheaper for you! " I looked at the garlic they spread, and it was purple in the white, which was in line with what my mother said, and ginger looked good. I rushed over in ecstasy and bought three garlic. I can't pick ginger, so I asked my sister-in-law to pick one for me, white and yellow, like a fat beauty.
I bought garlic and ginger, and only spent four dollars and forty cents, far beyond my imagination! I think this stall is so cheap, it is better to buy lanterns and peppers here! So, I bought two big green lanterns and peppers at their booth, four yuan a catty, and two only need 2.9 yuan! I also "stupidly" went to other stalls to ask the price of bell peppers, all of which were 5 kg in 4 yuan! "I saved a lot of money!" I cheered as soon as I came out of the market.
When I got home, my mother touched my head and praised me: "Not bad! It only cost seven dollars and three cents! When you grow up, you can help your mother buy food! " After listening to these words, my heart is very sweet!
I tasted the taste of growing up! Growth is a vibrant ballad. Walking in the field, listening to the sound of jointing; Walking in the wilderness of green forest, listening to all the sounds and rustling leaves. Colorful and sweet, this is the taste of growth!
We are children who want to go to school, and we are also growing up bit by bit. However, what does it feel like to grow up? This needs to be found step by step. In the eyes of our growing children, the taste of growth is ups and downs. Sometimes it may be its feeling, but in short, it tastes! The acidity of growth-there will inevitably be bumps and falls on the road of growth. Last time I knocked myself down, my leg was bleeding. The pain was unbearable and I cried. When I got home, the wound on my leg was also infected and was about to fester. Dad quickly took me to my mother's clinic. When cleaning the wound, I cried, too, because it hurt so much! The sweetness of growth-there must be traces of sweet elves on the road of growth. Every holiday, my parents will accompany me to have a big meal. Especially at Christmas, I didn't ask for a gift, but hung it on the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree was laid out one day in advance.
Naively thought that Santa Claus asked the children to write the gifts they wanted on small notes and hang them on the Christmas tree. Then Santa Claus will see what the children want and get ready. Every time I want a gift, Santa Claus will satisfy me. I didn't realize that Santa Claus is my father and mother until I grew up! My heart is so sweet! ! Growing pains-the road to growth is not to let you be a little emperor. There are some things you have to give to get something in return. I began to learn dance at the age of seven, and gradually, I was twelve. I have also studied dance for five years and experienced hardships. But always do less and do more. I also learned to dance by learning to grow up in TV dramas without arrangement. We also need to work hard to do every step of growth! Spicy growth-spicy growth will always sound the alarm for you. I remember getting appendicitis in primary school and finally having an operation. I can't remember what grade it is. But I still remember clearly how I got appendicitis because I ate too much ice cream in summer! That night, I didn't take my stomach pain seriously. I ate some watermelons and made a big mistake. Finally, I had an operation. Growth is not only the process of your growth, but also the key to sound the alarm for your future!
The taste of growing up 1 1 We have different feelings and different tastes in the process of growing up. Let you see my "sour and sweet"!
Sour discontent
When I was young, I used to make a "magic makeup liquid" with my brother. The "magic medicine" made is really disgusting Well, I have to say, it's worse than a runny nose. This is a sticky, thick and black mixture. But mom, that was put forward by my brother, not me. Why did you start criticizing me directly as soon as you got home? Why do older children suffer more than children? Why do you adults only treat children well? Tougher on older children, why? Why do most of the responsibilities fall on older children? It's not fair. I am very angry. I feel wronged and want to cry. I just cried silently and kept shouting in my heart. Why? Why? Both older children and younger children are your children. Why? Older children can only silently endure criticism again and again, while children watch older children being beaten and scolded. At that moment, my heart was broken like a boulder, my eyes were suddenly sour, and a tear fell to the ground, "tick", sour and uncomfortable!
Sweet honey-happiness
In a cram school, the teacher asked us to play a game-heart to heart. The teacher chose two actors and two word guessers. The rule is: the teacher shows a word, the performer can speak, but he can't say the word in that word, and the person who guesses the word should guess word by word according to those hints. The game has started. I am a man of action. I almost vomited blood when I saw that word-I love you. How to express this? By the way, you can use English! I shouted excitedly, "I love your Chinese meaning, Amy!" " Amy said "I love you" without hesitation! I turned red when I heard it, frowning and joking, "Amy, what's wrong with you?" Girls shouldn't call me love you, students are fighting.
What is it like to grow up?
The taste of growing up 12 When I was no longer afraid to walk alone on the dark and quiet path, I found myself brave.
When I stopped being keen on entering the hot orchard in droves at noon, I found my courage weakened.
When I argued with my classmates about state affairs, I found that I knew more.
When I racked my brains to find the best answer to the question, I found that I knew too little.
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Just when I was at a loss, I was able to walk confidently through the bustling crowd in JaeHee. I really found myself growing up.
I didn't play around, but sat quietly by the window, holding a book and reading silently; Stop blindly relying on others, slowly learn to stand on your own feet and practice hard in life. ...
I understand the preciousness of "an inch of time and an inch of gold", the regret of "young people don't work hard, and the boss is sad", and I understand the treasure of "let's seize the present moment". So, I'm growing, and I'm trying.
I used to be at a loss because of misunderstanding with my friends, but now I can resolve everything instantly; I was depressed because I failed in the exam, but now I can face it calmly. ...
From then on, I began to look at the society, experience life, set up my ambition and put it into action. I often get into the pile of books, listen to the heroic song "Water Margin" and taste the gentle and elegant soul poem "Spring Water". In the quiet night, I throw words, scatter my thoughts and brush my pen, so I often see that desk lamp crystal clear. And sometimes they rush to the fields, pounce on the earth, embrace life and radiate vitality. ...
But sometimes I hesitate, staring blankly at the distance, dreaming that I have a pair of wings and fly in the sky; Looking back suddenly, I fantasized that I could relive that time and play in the street. ...
I have to admit that growth will lose something, but it will never erase our innocence or our memories. We should be happy, because after all, we have gained more maturity, confidence, wisdom and courage.