Stories about growth (15) Stories about growth 1
Everyone will leave a story of growth in their life, but that story still remains in my memory. new. It tells me an unfortunate truth.
I remember the first grade. My mother enrolled me in a calligraphy class. at first. It was just to make my calligraphy more beautiful; later, the teacher said that I had a talent for calligraphy and asked me to take a calligraphy exam. The teacher chose a song called "Qingming" and told me to write it for the grade exam, and asked me to practice it at home. But after a few days of practice, my interest began to fade away, so I began to use various reasons to avoid practicing calligraphy.
You can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can’t escape the fifteenth grade. My attentive mother still discovered my intention and educated me earnestly: "I understand that practicing calligraphy every day is indeed very boring. My hands will be sore, and it is not easy to stand all the time. But think about it, if you succeed in the exam, your partner People will cheer for you; the teacher will be proud of you; your mother will be proud of you; and you will have a sense of accomplishment. In this case, why not do it?" I nodded in understanding and took out the calligraphy tools. With a swipe of the pen, I started practicing hard...
Chinese characters appeared one after another on the white rice paper, and the bottoms of bottles of ink were exposed. But I am not afraid of hardship and copy it carefully stroke by stroke. In the end, my hard work paid off and I passed Level 5 in calligraphy.
At this moment, I have a deeper understanding of my mother's words - only by perseverance can you succeed. Story about Growth Part 2
Dear Grandma: When I talked to you last time, my voice seemed much hoarse. Are you still so tired from doing farm work? Let's take you and grandpa to the city. We want to take good care of you.
When I was 3 years old, because my parents were busy with work, they sent me back to my hometown. As soon as we got off the car, you warmly entertained us, took my little hand into the house, and gave me candy after a while. I ate, then got a drink, and put a piece of orange into my mouth with my own hands. The orange was really sweet, and it was sweet to my heart. After my parents left, I was very sad. When I was young and ignorant, I cried loudly, which often left you helpless. One moment you took me to catch ants in the courtyard dam, another moment you went to the water tank to watch the fish, and another moment you helped my grandpa dig potatoes. I want to distract me from missing my mother and father.
As I grow older, I leave my hometown, but I will come back to see you every winter and summer vacation. You always take care of our lives so patiently and meticulously, and raise us after a year of hard work. He killed the fat pig and gave us the meat, and also let us take away the vegetables as much as possible. We have not forgotten your efforts, and I will definitely be filial to you when I grow up.
I remember one time when I went back to my hometown, I stole my neighbor’s cucumbers. You are so angry,
As a reward for his nature, I will show my filial piety to you with my progress in learning! I will not live up to your expectations of me and will be a diligent, kind and honest person.
I wish you a long life
The story of your grandson He Boen’s growth 3
Witness the beautiful footprints one by one It has shaped my growth, each lovely moment has written my wonderful story, and each different story has recorded my childhood joy and sadness. When I was ten years old, I had many little stories. Do I also have traces of you in the stories?
1. The humorous little genius
My mother said that I was three years old at that time. One day the family was sitting at the dining table having lunch. I accidentally spilled a few grains of rice on the table. My mother was about to criticize, but unexpectedly my childish voice came: "Mom, look, these rice grains ran to the table for a walk." My mother was amused, and to this day she still praises me as a humorous little genius. Indeed, if there is more humor in life, there will be more joy.
2. Curious Me
Children are full of curiosity, and my mother recorded a passage in my growth diary:
Evening of February 18, 20xx< /p>
Daughter: "Mom, why do mosquitoes bite people and suck blood?"
Mom: "Because blood is nutritious!"
Daughter: "Mom, milk is nutritious. Why don’t mosquitoes drink milk? ”
Mom: This? ...Mom was asked.
Friend, do you know the answer? Nowadays, I am curious and keen to find answers in nature from books.
3. Me who makes jokes
When I was in first grade, I often made jokes. Once during class. The Chinese teacher Teacher Feng asked: "Which child can use the word 'love' to form words and sentences?"
I proudly raised my hand and answered: "Love, lover, dad is my lover."
Teacher Feng couldn’t help laughing after hearing this. One time during an exam, I wrote the synonym of "Dad" as "Nai'er". Teacher Feng didn't understand. I explained: "Nai means grandma, and Er means son. Together, Nai'er means grandma's son, dad." Isn’t he grandma’s son?” The whole class burst into laughter. The two jokes made me understand that I should study seriously and should not just take it for granted and make jokes.
IV. Sad Me
This semester, there was a math test. Because I had a fever, I scored 78 points despite my usually good grades. I was laughed at by several classmates. I felt so humiliated that I cried for more than an hour after we got home. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. After understanding the reason, my mother comforted me: "Silly boy, it doesn't matter if you fail in the exam. You shouldn't be so vain and face-saving and cry. The most important thing is to find out the reason and deal with it correctly. You have a long road in life, and there will be countless exams. There will also be greater setbacks. You should be a brave child and learn to endure setbacks. How about this, can you experience the feelings of those students who have poor academic performance? "After this failure, I understand better that even if I have excellent grades, , and we should not be proud. There is no general who is always victorious in learning. I know better how to respect students whose academic performance is at the lower end and work hard to help them improve. I have won the trust and respect of my classmates with my actions. Now, I have successfully competed and become a member of the school team?
Each story has accompanied my healthy and happy growth. Childhood is colorful, and I look forward to more exciting stories. Story about growth Part 4
On the way to growth, there are laughter and tears; there are the figures of our hard work; there are also the footprints of our active learning. The bits and pieces of growth are like the stars in the sky, too numerous to count. Looking up into the distance, the brightest one is this one.
When I was in third grade, the school held a winter exercise festival. As soon as class was over, the students started practicing nervously: some skipped ropes, some kicked shuttlecocks, and some skipped long ropes. A few days later, the Winter Forging Festival began. After a while, there were as many students as there were on the playground. The first short rope competition began: the playground suddenly fell silent, the students waited quietly, and after a while the whistle sounded. The participating students jumped up like clockwork. The rope hit the ground and made a "snap, snap, snap" sound. The students who did not participate in the competition shouted loudly: "Come on three (9)! Come on three (9)!" The competition was gradually coming to an end, and the students who originally danced easily became out of breath. The students cheered louder. The participating students regained their original motivation and danced more easily and more. The students were also excited about it. Some clapped their hands, some jumped three feet high, and some said: "Great! I will definitely win first place this time." When the whistle sounded again, the game was over. After the game, the students discussed each other one by one. The next day, the results of the competition came out: our class came in last place, which disappointed the teacher. But I think process is the most important.
This competition made me understand: the process is the most important. Story about Growth 5
We have grown from a crying child to a sensible and intelligent student. As we grow, we have experienced success, failure, and joy. These experiences each time are stories. Add a brilliant touch to our lives.
That was a story not long ago. One day, the teacher said there was a competition, and each class would send the strongest player.
My classmates strongly recommended me, and I felt a little overwhelmed. With the recommendation of my teachers and classmates, I was selected as the representative of the class to participate in the competition. These days, my classmates knew that I was going to participate in the competition, so they lent me books to read, patted my shoulders, and said with great expectation: "You must work hard! Our hopes are all pinned on you."
"I will try my best." I replied with a smile. Teachers often comment on and modify my results. Looking at the expectant eyes of teachers and classmates, I feel more motivated. I work hard every day, want to get a good ranking, bring glory to the class, and don't want to dim the expectant eyes of my classmates.
In the days leading up to the competition, I was both excited and nervous. I was afraid that I would fail and disappoint my teachers and classmates, and I would have no face to face them. This thought is like a stone, which has been suppressed in my heart. However, this concern is not unnecessary. I lost the election! I was walking on the road, my eyes were dull, and the corners of my mouth were twitching involuntarily, as if I was laughing at myself. The trusting eyes of my classmates and the expectant smile of the teacher reappeared in my mind, and their words of encouragement echoed in my ears for a long time. But I let their expectations bubble up and disappear with my failure.
I walked into a forest unknowingly. At this time, a crisp bird song came from not far away. I heard the sound and went away, only to see a frail little bird lying on the ground, seeming to want to flap its wings and fly high, but it lost its strength and could not get up. I wanted to help it, but when it saw me, it seemed a little scared, and its dark eyes kept turning. I had to hide behind the tree and observe its movements. The bird flapped its wings with difficulty, flew precariously in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. It still persisted, and finally after three test flights, it flew into the blue sky. I was shocked by this scene. There are many experiences in life. It doesn't matter if you fail. As long as you stand up again where you fell, you will eventually succeed after trying again and again.
Growth is a process of training. Without failure, there is no success. Without effort, there is no gain. You are a sapling, and when you grow up, you will become a towering tree. We must face growth correctly. Every bit of it, become a successful person! Stories about Growth Part 6
There are many stories in my growth process, one of which makes me proud, and I would like to share it with you.
One day shortly after my ninth birthday, my mother went to my grandma’s house for something and could not come back at noon. My mother said that after school at noon, she would let me go to a dumpling shop to eat dumplings alone. I was very happy when I heard it, because I finally had the opportunity to go to a restaurant to eat alone, and I wanted to show off my abilities.
After school at noon, I took the money my mother left in the office and quickly went to a nearby snack bar, which specializes in selling dumplings. My mother often takes me here to eat. I went in and ordered a meat dumpling like my mother did, and paid for it. After waiting for a while, the hot dumplings came. I put some vinegar on the small plate and ate them with relish. After I was full, I took a plastic bag and packed the remaining dumplings. They couldn’t be wasted!
When I left the snack bar, I felt that I had grown up. When my mother was not around, I can also take good care of myself. I came to my mother's office and waited for the time to go to school. At this time, my mother called me and asked me if I had eaten, and also asked me to drink more water. It seems that my mother is still worried. I said to my mother: "Don't worry! I have grown up."
This is the first time I have eaten in a restaurant by myself, and I feel great! Story about growth 7
The sky was overcast, and a few drops of light rain fell from time to time, which disturbed me while I was reading. I suddenly remembered that there was a pot of flowers on the balcony, so I hurriedly moved the flowers. When I opened the door, I was very surprised by the scene in front of me. A wild grass grew beside a small flower, swaying in the wind. I decided not to destroy it, because life is precious and I don't know how it survived.
I couldn’t help but meditate on the weeds. I recalled the past, when I was like a weed and could be blown away by the "wind" at any time, but there was always someone who gave me broad shoulders and warm love. Hug, this is my mother.
The weather was sunny that day. My friends and I were playing and chasing each other on the grass. The bright sunshine was shining on me, which was very pleasant. Unfortunately, the weather was not good, and suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds, which was a prelude to rain. , when my mother who was watching from the side saw this, she strode over, took my hand, and ran towards home. God seemed to have predicted it. As soon as we ran, a heavy rain came, and the big raindrops dropped on the My body is both cold and painful. My mother and I were both frightened and helpless, but she reacted quickly, picked me up, covered my head with clothes, and continued running wildly; when we got home, my mother and I were both soaked, like two drowned rats. ". I sneezed suddenly. Since I have been weak since I was a child, I soon fell asleep lying on the sofa. My forehead was hot, but my hands and feet were cold.
My mother took my temperature - 38.5 degrees, and she decided to send me to the hospital; but it was stormy outside, the branches were dancing in the air, and the leaves drifted away with the wind and rain, falling to the ground. Dad hadn't come home yet, but my condition was urgent. She decided to hold me close to her chest, put a coat on me, and wrapped me tightly in a raincoat. She held an umbrella in one hand and held me in the other. . Although it was raining heavily outside, I was very warm in my mother's arms and didn't feel cold at all.
My mother speeded up the pace for me, but more and more raindrops hit her face. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw that my mother’s bloodshot eyes were covered with rainwater, and her hair was already wet. , the clothes she had just changed were wet again, but she had no complaints and asked me if I was cold. I shook my head and fell on my mother's shoulder uncontrollably. Because I arrived in time, my fever was quickly controlled, but my mother contracted a cold and it took nearly a month to recover.
Outside the window, the rain continued to fall. I placed the pot of flowers with weeds in front of the window sill, and also applied some fertilizer to the weeds and flowers. The flowers and grass stood together in harmony, like a mother and child. , the flower uses its flowers to protect the grass from wind and rain. Mother, you are like a weather-beaten flower that uses its solid shoulders to support a bright sky for your children.
Mother, it was you who held up an umbrella for me when I was young and allowed me to walk out of the darkness; it was you who exchanged your body for the happiness and health of your child; it was you who led your child with your strong perseverance. growing up. On the road of growth, having you by your side is my greatest motivation. Story about growth Part 8
Growing up requires many ups and downs, but one time is unforgettable because it changed me.
From the age of 3 to 9, I never paid attention to personal hygiene. I have always loved scribbling, but I only need very clean paper to draw on. If I don’t succeed, I will wipe it off. But I will throw away pieces of paper because they are too dirty. Even if I waste paper, I still like to throw it away randomly. The trash can is obviously nearby, but I just want to throw it somewhere else. My mother saw that I loved painting and signed up for a painting class. I am very talented in painting and have been studying for a long time. Even the students are not as good as me in painting, so I often get praise from teachers and jealousy from classmates. But I still can't get rid of my old habits. Most of the paper in the drawing studio belongs to me. The teacher often criticizes me for this. I don’t take it seriously either, because I have always felt that my old habits cannot be changed, so I have never tried to get rid of this shortcoming. Once, I was painting and composing seriously. The first time I didn't succeed in drawing, I threw away the paper. But a little brother picked up the paper and said innocently: "Sister, why are you throwing the paper away? Why throw it away if the painting is not bad? Paper is made of trees. Didn't you listen to the teacher's instructions to care for trees? Give it back to you!" Suddenly, I blushed, took the paper from my little brother, and felt warm in my heart. I will never waste paper again in the future, because I think the little brother is right when he says, "Take care of the trees!" Also, the little brother's sincerity moved me! Story about Growth Part 9
Some people say that a good book is like a sun, bright and beautiful, shining on our growth. Who doesn’t want to pursue the sunshine? Books attract me like the sun. I have been thinking of ways to use more time to read. Speaking of which, I have a special reading experience... holding an unfinished masterpiece in my hand, looking at more and more books. The sky was getting darker, and I thought, Oh, I have to wait until tomorrow to see again... Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the flashlight on the table. Hey, there it is!
I walked out of the room, finished washing, and then went back to the room to "sleep". Turned off the light, closed the door, and my mother walked out of my room. I lay there for a while, then slipped out of bed, quietly took the flashlight and book, and slipped back again.
Hehe, this is a good idea, I can read to my heart’s content again! I turned on the flashlight...the faithful mole, the considerate river rat...the characters in "The Wind in the Willows" jumped out of the page one by one. "Pap-pap-pap-pap", what's the sound? Yeah, is mom coming? ! I quickly closed the book with a bang. The mole and the river rat disappeared in frustration, and the book was pushed into the bed by me. I quickly lay down and listened to what was going on outside. "Clatter", the sound of turning the newspaper. Hi! So that's it, I picked up the book again. After reading for a while, I felt sleepy. I moved my arms, but I couldn't hold the book and fell to the ground. I was startled, jumped out of bed, picked up the book, and ran back quickly. There was still no sound outside, so I had to be careful this time. I flipped through the book softly, and then came to the wild forest, walked by the river, admired the flowers, and listened to the singing. Soon, I finished reading the entire "The Wind in the Willows". I held the book, closed my eyes, and recalled the twists and turns of the story. At this moment, the door opened and my mother walked in gently. I quickly put away the book and lay down, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Go to sleep!" "Yeah." I closed my eyes.
Out the window, the moonlight is like water. Inside the window, the book and I are reminiscing about the interesting reading that just happened... Story about Growth 10
There are many things in my growth process There are many things worth remembering deeply, let me talk about them below.
4 years old:
I remember when I was young, my parents were very busy every day. Can't look after me at home. So I spent my childhood at my grandma’s house. One day my brother and I were playing with him in the courtyard of my grandma’s house, making little figures out of clay. When we were having fun, there was a sound of car whistles outside the door. The two of us looked outside the door and saw a big uncle getting out of the car. He was wearing a blue overalls and a pair of jeans. He also wore a pair of really big glasses. He smiled and asked if the baby missed me. I said, "Who are you?" "Isn't it your father, Yan Ming." I stopped talking and quickly took my brother and ran into the house. "Grandma, grandma, there is a person outside." Grandma ran out and took a look and said to me: "Yan Ming, isn't that your dad? Oh my dad, dad didn't wear big, big glasses before? He didn't wear jeans either. Yeah? Is it really my dad? Anyway, just go and play. I didn’t say anything when my dad asked me, and I just kept eating. I asked my father something, which made the adults laugh. I said, "Are you really my father?" "Grandma said: "Then who is he? "That's when I started to cling to my dad. Even when I go to bed at night, I have to pull him with me. My dad said that I am like glue and can't be separated no matter what. This is a manifestation of my childishness in my childhood.
8 Years old:
At the age of 8, I am already a sensible girl. I want to thank the teacher and my parents for allowing me to thrive. The teacher meticulously and patiently imparted boundless knowledge. Gave it to me. My parents also gave me the principles of being a human being, telling me to be helpful, selfless, and selfless to save others... I also learned to cook, wash clothes, and clean my own house. I feel happy and proud that I can do it myself.
11 years old:
In the blink of an eye, I am no longer a primary school student. I grew up 3 years ago and became a junior high school student. I had to drag my tired body into the school gate every day and watch the children chasing each other outside the window, which reminded me of my happy childhood. Alas! When can I return to that happy childhood? This is the painful trouble of my growth.
My growth experience is happy, proud and painful!
In the growth path of life, there are always bumps in the road, and difficulties hinder the progress. Everyone has countless growing pains. Sometimes they encourage people to work hard, but sometimes they also make people shrink. Back.
Now let me talk about my personal experience:
In elementary school, mathematics itself was my strong point, but in junior high school, the first midterm exam (midterm and final exam) (for our school's major exam), I barely got 90 points in five subjects, which caused my ranking in the class to drop significantly. In mathematics, which I thought was my strength, I only got 88 points. The teacher and classmates thought that this time. It's because I didn't perform well, and there's no blame on me.
In the second and third exams, the difference in math scores was only 90 points. Now the teacher and classmates were very disappointed with me. Some classmates started whispering: "Thank you, the teacher said how good he is..." It was the fourth exam, which was also the full-pass exam for our first-year junior high school students. This time, I was not like the previous exams. Despite my carelessness, I finally got a score that satisfied me, 100 points. This score also made my classmates and teachers affirm me!
The students in our class think: "Learning is full of laughter, but exams are painful!" Why? Review before the exam is what teachers of each subject need to do, but teachers of five subjects work together. Teachers of each subject take 2 test papers every day. Isn’t that 200 papers in 20 days? We students are not complaining, but the stone on our bodies is too heavy!
There are many growing pains, but you have to face them with a positive attitude! Story about Growth Part 12
Dear Grandma: Hello, I haven’t written to you for a long time. How is your health? I heard from dad that you are coming to our house during the Spring Festival this year. That would be great! Now let me introduce our Zhangze Power Plant!
Our Zhangze Power Plant living area is divided into three residential areas. The first living area has 35 buildings (Building 1 to No. 35), and the second living area has 10 buildings (Building 36 to No. 45). Building); Our family lives on the east side of the 6th floor of Unit 3, Building 49, Sanli District. Grandma, let me tell you: we have a small garden, club, skating rink, activity center, and a new swimming pool here! Grandma, now it’s time to introduce our school. Our school has three two-story teaching buildings and a three-story activity building. The activity building contains: reading room, sports room and other entertainment venues, as well as the office of the deputy teacher, and the teaching building. There is also a small playground at the back. There are parallel bars, horizontal bars and various ladders in the small playground.
How is it? Not bad! Grandma, even though our Zhangze Power Plant is small, it is not simple! Are you tempted?
I wish grandma: health and longevity, longevity, smiles, and happiness forever!
Sincerely,
Salute to the story about growing up, Part 13
This is definitely a true story without any pretense. This story has been stored in my mind for a year. Maybe it is inconspicuous, maybe it is very precious, and I have never told anyone about it. Because I am afraid that others will say that I am an unfilial daughter.
It was the first day of school. My mother sent me to school with three bags of milk in my hand. When I got to school, I got out of the car and my mother said: Give me one bag. You can't finish the drink. I said this tastes good. Mom begged me for a long time, but I still didn't want to. Mom had to leave. From the first moment I stepped into the school gate, I started to regret it. Yes, mother's love. We can never repay in our lifetime, how could I be so stingy? As I thought about it, hot tears flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably. I told my classmates that I had a stomachache and the teacher was here to help me ask for leave. He promised fully, but I was just pretending. I wanted to go back and give my mother a bag of milk. How could I find my mother? Let’s go to grandma’s house first. When I arrived at grandma’s house, I explained what happened to grandma. Grandma said, “You are such a child, you really don’t know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings.” I lowered my head in shame. Grandma said, your mother won’t be back until this afternoon. Keep her. It was mid-afternoon and my mother came back. I didn’t ask her where she was. Instead, I said directly to her, “I’m sorry, mom.” She said you don’t have to worry about your silly child. How can a mother in the world hold grudges against her children? She loves her enough. Do you still hate me? I smiled happily. My mother and I hugged each other with great happiness. This is the great mother's love that does not bear grudges to its children, the magnanimous mother's love. Mother's love will always be like this, and it can never change. () Because no mother in the world can love her children, and no child can hate her mother. Anyway, mothers in the world are like this. Some children may hate their mothers, but they are more ignorant of blessings than me. A mother is a mother, never hates her children, always magnanimous, always great. Mom, I love you, and this love will never disappear. My responsibility is to repay my mother, study hard and make progress every day. People often say that a child is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket that accompanies her all the time. Today I told this story and I really believe this sentence. We will always grow up in the love of our parents. The love of our parents is a kind smile. Kind words are warm encouragement and strict requirements. This is love, this is the story of love.
Story about Growth 14
Growth is like a long river, which is the waves that set off in my life journey; growth is like a lush tree, which records me in its annual rings. The footprints left behind. Ah, my growth is like a song, like a poem, like a dream.
The story happened in 20xx. I remember that time, when I was 7 years old, my parents took me to go hiking. Climbing on the rugged mountain road, I was dazzled by the various shapes of strange pines and rocks. I was amazed one by one from the bottom of my heart and praised each other from my mouth. My mother smiled and said: "It's true that you don't see the mountains when you come back from the Five Mountains, and you don't see the mountains when you come back from Huangshan!"
I was still young at that time and couldn't understand what my mother was talking about. What are the Five Sacred Mountains and what are they? Mountain!
My eyes were suddenly attracted by the strange rocks hanging on the edge of the cliff. I saw that it was not connected to the other rocks, hanging there alone, as if someone had moved it here from somewhere, and it was crumbling. I'm really worried that it will be blown into the ravine by a gust of wind.
I heard from the tour guide that it has been here for who knows how many years. Legend has it that it is a sacred stone that flew from afar. Therefore, people call it "flying stone".
"Mount Tai is majestic, Mount Hua is dangerous, Mount Lu is beautiful, and Mount Huang is amazing." It really deserves to be called one word: amazing!
You should know the name of this mountain, right? ——Huangshan.
As I grow day by day, I keep changing. I am harvesting, and the flowers bloom and fall silently. There are many stories of growth, including joy and sadness; the years of growing up are very long, and you need to seize every second of today and tie your hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon weaved by hope, connecting memories and yearnings. Story about Growth 15
With the rhythm of time, without knowing it, I have changed from a naive little girl to a young girl, the so-called post-90s generation. Looking back, I have grown up The footprints and stories are really unforgettable.
Climb up step by step.
The road to growth is like a mountain peak, not smooth. If you want to see the most gorgeous rainbow on the other side of the mountain, you must overcome all difficulties and climb up step by step. It was my father who taught me to be strong. Yes, I was just in the third grade of elementary school. I fell down during a running competition, and my legs were torn by the sand. Blood flowed out, and my tears were like those of a disobedient child. At that time, I could only cry. I cried out in pain, and the teacher asked my father to take me home. On the way, my father did not carry me on his back, but just held my hand and walked home slowly step by step. I refused to walk because my feet were really painful. My father stopped and said to me seriously: "If you can't learn to face this small injury with strength, how can you gain a foothold in society in the future? Remember, life The road is not easy, there will be many difficulties, and the only secret to facing difficulties is to be strong!"
I nodded in understanding. The scar from that year is still on my knee. When I grow up and touch this scar, I suddenly understand. From then on, I firmly remembered my father's teachings and climbed up step by step with strong faith. As a result, I grew up.
When you grow up, you have to be more sensible.
When I was ten years old, my grandfather left. The grandfather who I thought would always be with me also left. My grandfather always loved me, but he still left me behind. His passing seemed to make me appreciate it more. When my grandfather left, he said to me: "My child, you are ten years old this year and you are a little adult. You should be sensible, because you have grown up." He held me tightly. The wrinkles on my hands that have experienced many vicissitudes of life reveal a certain reluctance and belief. I know that I can no longer act like a child, because when I grow up, I have to be more sensible.