My dream of growing up is a sweet candy. The more I eat it, the more it tastes. Time is a kind of medicine, a little bitter and a little astringent. Time is a piece of xylitol that occasionally wakes you up. My life is like candy, medicine, xylitol. Because of them, my life growth path is full of colorful colors.
Time records my growth path. When I was a child, I was very naughty. Because my mother was busy, I had to live with my grandmother. Grandma is used to doing farm work, so I have been playing around her. I like to play with dirt and make myself black so that no one can recognize me! Ha ha! I also like to work with flowers and plants and study them. I often make my grandma's house uneasy. Accidentally broke the bowl, accidentally dropped it. I really don’t want my parents to worry! When I was a child, my life was full of colors because it brought a lot of joy and laughter to my family. In this way I grew up slowly.
Time records my growth path. From elementary school to junior high school, maybe everyone has the impression of me as a good girl. Because I have basically listened to my parents since I was a child, and I will not do anything they don’t like. In this way, I grew up slowly under the good education of my parents. In elementary school, my classmates and I played crazy. We often go to eat snacks together and go to the beach together. In junior high school, I began to learn how to read. I started to learn to do more housework. I even learned how to help my mother sell meat. During this stage, I learned more things. I learned to help my parents, give them massages, talk to them, be considerate of the people around me, and learn how to take care of others. Because of my parents’ education, I learned a lot of things that I couldn’t learn in school. These things are treasures to me. I will always use and treasure it. Because of my parents, my life is full of colors, and I continue to grow slowly.
Time records my growth path. When I entered high school, I realized that people were paying attention to me. I used to complain that my parents were too partial. My brother could do nothing, but I couldn't. But my parents’ decision to let me go to high school changed my mind. From the first to the second year of high school, my parents' care and the teacher's care helped me gradually understand how to study. I have learned to be more grateful! Because of my parents, I understand my life dreams. Because of the teacher, I know how to ask questions, how to communicate with the teacher, and how to work hard. Now that I am a senior in high school, I have many feelings. My parents are busy every day, and I'm afraid that their bodies won't be able to bear it. My brother is taking good care of himself in college. How is grandma doing? They are my dearest people, and their care has never left me. I will work hard with their love until the end of the college entrance examination. Maybe everyone says that the third year of high school is very hard, but I feel that because of their love, I am not alone. No matter how tired I am, I am willing to do it, and it is worth it. Because the senior year of high school is the year of struggle for me to pursue my dreams. My senior year of high school, I struggled! Because of their love, my life is full of colors.
My life is full of colors. Because I have memories from different periods, it is my colorful growth path.