Composition 1 growing up Before the fourth grade starts one day, the math teacher gives out unit papers. I opened the test paper, and two bright red figures came into view: "Ah? 98 points! " Suddenly, I got excited and immediately remembered what my father had said: "Xiao Ming, if you can get 98 points in the exam, I will buy you a football." I am very happy to think that there will be football tomorrow. My classmates must envy me very much.
The teacher asked us to look at the paper and do the wrong questions again. I checked the questions on the test paper in turn according to the teacher's instructions. Suddenly, two big bright red "X" made me dumbfounded. It turns out that both simple methods are wrong. I looked down, and each question scored 2 points, and a * * * was deducted 4 points. In fact, I only got 96 points, obviously because the teacher miscalculated the score. If I tell the teacher, the football I have been longing for for for a long time will be gone. Just as I was hesitating, the school bell rang. I came home with a very ambivalent mood. Dad asked me how many points I got in the exam, and I handed it to him. Dad was very happy after reading it, and immediately took me to the store to buy a football. I think football is too heavy for me to be happy. When I came out of the store and passed by the bookstore, my father bought me a copy of The Story of a Great Man. That night, I leafed through the books my father gave me. When I was a child, I was even more uneasy when I read Newton's Honest Story. When I arrived at school the next day, I didn't hesitate to report this "secret" to my teacher. Instead of criticizing me, the teacher smiled and said, "You are honest." The teacher changed my score from 98 to 96 in front of my classmates. Although the score is less, my heart is solid.
When I got home, I went to my father with a football and told him about my grade change. I thought my father would be angry and get the prize back, but my father didn't blame me, but gently said to me, "This football is still awarded to you, and your honest attitude should be rewarded."
I can't forget it.
Growing up is every child's dream. It's all about growing up, measuring his height, wanting to grow up right away, reading adult books and understanding adult thoughts. Growing up slowly, troubles, happiness, joy and frustration are all with me. Don't think they are unimportant. In fact, people who have experienced it can grow up unconsciously.
Happiness sometimes accompanies me. ...
When a person is in the happiest mood, there is nothing better than joy. Whenever I win an award, I can't help feeling joy, loving and telling others. Joy is like a rest area in long-distance running, which makes you full of pursuit and longing for the end point ahead. Once, I was admitted as a "little expert" in my school, and I had a strange feeling. Standing on the podium, my joy rose rapidly. This sense of success is unparalleled.
Trouble is everywhere. ...
Don't think that trouble is just a word for adults. In fact, children also have growing pains. It seems that the longer it gets, the more trouble it gets. Since I became a class cadre, I have been a member of the brigade. I don't want to be perfect, but I also want to be perfect. Frequent bickering with my classmates reminds me of the tiger, the king of beasts. Although all tigers have the word King written on their heads, animals don't think they are all kings. The whole class made a mistake and won't ask others questions, because I am the group leader.
Happiness four years ago ...
Four years ago, I was happy in kindergarten, which was a carefree place. I left everything behind, no exams, no homework. Until now, I realized that I was happy and happy at that time. Although I am a little less happy, I feel that I have grown up a lot.
Don't fall down in the face of setbacks ...
Frustration is an entrance, but frustration is a frequent visitor in growth. I remember when I was in the first grade, I was a good student, and I did badly in the exam three times in a row. If I choose to fall down in front of setbacks and think that I didn't do well in the exam, then I will accomplish nothing, but I choose to fight against setbacks because I know that setbacks are like a spring. If you are weak, it will be strong. You are strong, it is weak. Frustration is not terrible. It's terrible. I lost confidence.
Growing up always goes through ups and downs, and I believe I can grow up soon.
In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and occasionally I hear some insects and birds singing, which makes my lonely heart more desolate. In the ethereal sky, the stars are looming, and the bright moon is covered by clouds. It's dead of night, but I'm wide awake. Yes, can I sleep?
"Du 13 years old, what animation are you watching!" With my father's harsh height of 8 degrees, I turned off the TV with a bang and lost a lot in my heart. "read a book! Is this mess edible? ! ""Son, it is not easy for your father to provide you with this experimental class. You must be worthy of the blood and sweat of your parents! Of our three daughters, you are the most sensible ... "My mother is also with my father. Yes, this TV is older than me! I can only sigh silently. Although this song "Eight Degrees" is melodious and melodious, "Violin Accompaniment" is melodious and melodious, but it never interests me. I know my family conditions and my parents' painstaking efforts, but I have just come out of the book for less than five minutes, and now I am going to swim around in the sea of books. I have nothing to say but sigh: "Alas ..."
Since middle school, I seem to have bid farewell to my colorful childhood. Like a free bird, suddenly imprisoned in a cage, lost freedom, lost the blue sky, lost everything. When I was a naive pupil, I was full of fantasies, hopes and longings for a beautiful middle school. Now, I seem to be in hell. All good hopes are dashed, only disappointment and fear.
The book "Flower Season and Rainy Season" hidden in the pillow is gone, which makes me tremble with fear. Will this book be buried in flames like the last "Little Hundred Flowers Collection"? Will it repeat the tragedy of "dismemberment" like "Girl Jame"? Or, like the "gadfly", killed? ..... I dare not think again, dare not think again ... "Look, if you have money, you can buy these irresponsible books! Did my hard-earned money buy you leisure books? Politics, remember? Will history be memorized? Do you remember all the English words?
You really have leisure time! If someone comes first in the exam, you can come back with the sixth place! What a pity! "I felt a quiver, and the roar of my father's evil lion came from the next room.
"Your father is for your own good, first make a real in the class. You shouldn't have! When I entered the experimental class, I got the fourth place in the exam and the sixth place in the section exam, with a score of 659. How can this be worthy of your father and me? " My mother's face is tight, although her words are not heavy, but her serious expression has made me feel a heavy and invisible pressure, which makes me breathless.
The fire burned the book mercilessly. I dare not beg my father to keep it, so I can only watch it burn to ashes. I really want to cry! However, my tears have dried up and run out. ...
The process of growing up in the fourth grade is like a big tree. With our growth, we added branches and leaves, and the leaves on the tree recorded everything I grew up in. I gently stroked a tender little leaf, and I remembered that I had studied piano.
I remember that when I first started to learn the piano, I was very serious and kept every note and every key point in my mind, so I was praised by my teacher. I don't know why, I can't play well when I get home, and I forget many notes. I can only count one by one with my fingers and sing one by one. But I finally found the right voice, but I forgot where to put my finger. Put your fingers straight, but forget the notes. Gradually, my patience ran out and my temper became more and more impatient. The more anxious I am, the worse I play. I shouted angrily, "it's too difficult, I won't play!" " "Say that finish, I threw the music on the ground and burst into tears. Seeing me like this, my mother came over and comforted me gently: "Baby, don't cry. It's normal that you can't practice new music right away. Besides, you've only studied for a month! "Let's sing the music first and sing the music well. Isn't it fun? " Mom said, then picked up the music and sang with me patiently.
I dried my tears, tried to calm my mood, looked at the music bit by bit, and tried to sing paragraph by paragraph. I recognized a few lines of scores unconsciously. Sitting on the piano bench again, my heart really calmed down a lot, and I gradually became fluent. After persistence and hard work, it took me only three days to play the music unexpectedly, faster than the teacher expected. Listening to the teacher's praise in class, I have more confidence in playing the piano.
Gradually, I can not only play fluently, but also pop up some feelings. My mother praised me straight. I smiled happily and thought: No matter what happens in the future, I will not be impatient. I must work hard bit by bit and stick to it seriously until I do it well. Because I know that only persistence can succeed.
I gently released the leaf and gave this unforgettable thing back to the growing tree. This is my growth tree, which belongs to me alone. I will take good care of it and make it evergreen all the year round.
I was silent, and my mother still blamed me for spending money on impractical things, such as CDs. I am helpless because my mother has no idea what music means to me. Mom is also very helpless, because she has no idea how things that look messy can attract her daughter so much.
No matter how close my mother and I are, we can't bridge the deep generation gap between us.
My sadness grew stronger and stronger, and I had to get up and open the door and leave home.
How I wish it could rain now. Maybe I can vent my depression in the rain. All because of that test paper, the score that made the teacher feel more sad, gave my mother the most direct reason to scold me. I still remember the feeling of the moment when the paper was handed down, as if all the bones were taken away and the whole body turned into a pool of mud. Pressure! Pressure! Pressure! I can't breathe. I am tired. I am really tired. I'm too tired to hate myself. The classroom seems very quiet, and I am the only one sobbing. I have had the most vivid experience with the phrase "Laughing and crying hurts the most" on May Day.
In order to cope with the exam, I gave up everything I liked, not just music. I am very busy from 3: 00 to 1 every day, and I am under great physical and mental pressure. However, my painful parting is so humble compared with the dazzling test paper. I seem to be caught in a soft net, and the more I struggle, the more confused I am, and the more I struggle, the more painful I am. I'm lost in pain. Sometimes, I feel like a fish, swimming around in illusory dreams every day, but I can't find a place that really belongs to me. I'd rather believe that this is just a dream, no, this is a nightmare. But the world in front of me is so real that every picture beats in front of my eyes.
And I can only keep silent. The past is long gone, and the future will always begin. I buried my imaginary journey, quiet small bookstore, favorite CDs and magazines in a thick time. Look at this "winter". Will they sprout in their hearts?
The exam cost me too much money. I feel sad for what I have lost. I can only express my condolences to them in silence. I also silently accept and bear my own reality. Maybe this is growth.