"How can you be so careless? English capital letters are written in lowercase letters; Mathematics either forgets to add decimal points or it is difficult to turn around; So is Chinese. What should not be wrong is always wrong. ..... the results have not improved! " Since the first day of junior high school, this kind of words has often been lingering in the funeral March. Sometimes it is my parents' criticism, sometimes it is my self-training, and sometimes it is my sister's sarcasm.
Go to the classroom to study at 7: 10 every morning. Every day, the English teacher takes us to the mountain of books and the math teacher takes us to the sea of problems. There are endless homework and endless books to recite. ...
Get up at six in the morning, pack your schoolbag in a hurry, go to school, and then start a busy day. There are only three subjects in primary school, and now there are seven subjects. Nothing can be less. Self-study class is worrying about reviewing, is it reviewing Chinese? Math? English? Politics? biology ...
As soon as I get home, I plunge into the sea of books, and I may not finish my homework after stopping for a minute. Homework is like never finishing. Homework in all subjects is like a missile, which is thrown at us mercilessly, leaving me unprepared and without a chance to breathe. I once said to myself: When will this life end?
In primary school, I slept as long as I wanted, and no one would call me. Since I entered middle school, that heartless alarm clock woke me up early and made me listless all day. In class, the pace of the teacher's lectures has also become faster. If you don't understand, it's over. Take time to ask classmates and teachers after class.
Junior high school exams can be eaten as meals: weekly practice is a snack, and you can never get tired of eating; The monthly exam is a dinner, which is quantified regularly; At the end of the mid-term, it is a Manchu-Chinese banquet, and several times is enough. Examinations have become commonplace.
When I get to middle school, the pressure of study will become greater and greater, and I will be ruthlessly hit, and I won't even have a chance to breathe. Homework in all subjects makes you a misanthrope.
It's still this study trouble.
When I was growing up, I had both happiness and troubles. Mom and dad often say, "Children are carefree." But they don't know that we also have a lot of growing pains.
Since the sixth grade, my parents have bought me a lot of extra-curricular books, and also reported me to Chinese cram school, math practice class, English practice class and extra-long class. Mom said, "If you don't study, don't expect to go to a key junior high school." Although I want to learn myself, I can't get rid of the problem of playing wildly. On Sunday, my mother took a special leave of absence for my study, looking at me and tutoring me in my study. Like a bird in a cage, I have no freedom. Mother said, "Write these three Chinese test papers well, and then write a landscape composition of not less than 500 words.". At noon, I will finish Unit 5 of Yi 15 Minutes and Unit 5 of Class Practice. Go to English practice class in the afternoon, come back to listen to tapes for half an hour in the evening, go to math cram school tomorrow morning, and finish the "class pass" at noon. I feel weak when I listen to it. However, I still finished these homework, so I have to pay the price for my achievements.
When I went to school on Monday, the teacher told all the sixth-grade students to arrive at school after 7: 20 in the morning and finish school at 5: 30 in the evening. As soon as we heard it, we jumped three feet for joy. When we got home, we told our mother about it. My mother said, "That's right. Get up at 6 o'clock in the morning, read for 40 minutes, and listen to English for half an hour after finishing your homework at night. " I get dizzy when I hear it! It's really the decompression at school, the pressure at home and the pressure on study. This is my trouble.
I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." Perhaps his old man's childhood was carefree, and with the continuous development of history, more and more troubles were left to us.
As I grow up day by day, I have a lot of troubles around me. Most of what happened at school didn't want to talk to their parents, because as long as they talked, they would make a long speech, and I wasn't allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears couldn't stand so many words coming in and out, so I didn't want my ears to suffer, so I didn't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, I can enjoy myself and solve my own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. There are some things I really don't want them to know. )
That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they publicly stated that it was their responsibility to know everything about me.
I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!
Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, study and communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.
Little boy, little trouble, carefree, happy ... "Every time I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...
When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.
But when I really grew up, I had a lot of troubles. When I grew up, my homework gradually increased like a hill. After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I haven't finished my homework. I have to try my best to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light was on, I rode my bike on my way home. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. Or math? Or geography? or ...
How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while may be my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But while playing, I remembered my poor homework, so I was not in the mood to play. I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again.
Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. A little bit of sweetness in that bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth, and my eyes were hazy, outlining a hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.
Too much homework is "difficult" to play less, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, and your thoughts may be some past events that you look back tirelessly.
When I first arrived here, a fragile me was shot by the "enemy" because of "weakness", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the "blood field", but I stood up again as a "sleeping and reading, dreaming and ringing the bell and chanting poems". During that time, I was lost in the dark. After studying, sometimes I I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, the pressure will disappear, and I will devote myself to busy study.
As if the fragrance of tea filled the world, my mood was boiling.
My struggle has overcome my troubles and everything, so that it seems to be the last bright green, and it also exudes the brilliance equivalent to midsummer. "Teenagers don't know the taste of' worry', but when the mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, whoever relaxes at this turning point is a' swamp thorn'. On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, it will. "
If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These small things seem familiar and seem to have been bothering us. In the growing nature, the past study is like a breeze, which is swept away by the stormy study and pressure.
My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. I should be more careful to taste the water of pleasure in suffering and the troubles of growing up. Time is "walking" and experience is "many". When I tasted tea again, the "bitterness" seemed to have swayed with the temperature and time measured with my heart.
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