My trouble "Little boy, little trouble, I hope it will be so good forever ..." Hearing this song again, my heart is a little sour.
Yes! In my life, growth is like a boat sailing on the waves. Calm, sometimes undercurrent surging. Indeed, my boat of growth has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various storms. Everything is bittersweet for me.
In a blink of an eye, I am already a girl of 13 years old, but as I grow up, my troubles are like a raging river.
Recently in adolescence, it is more troublesome! Not only will I be scolded by my teacher in class one day, but I will also be nagged by my mother when I go home. My mood is getting worse every day, which makes me "one head is two big" now.
We have to go to class one day, face a mountain of homework when we go home, and be scolded by the teacher the next day. All this not only consumes physical strength, but also consumes brain power! However, we can recite all these things, and when we get home, we will be attacked by our mother's "three-inch golden tongue". Just say it once.
I was scolded by my teacher at school and annoyed by my friend's "surging river" on the road. When I get home, I want to do my homework quietly and give my ears a holiday. However, when I got home, I didn't even drink saliva. I heard the lion's roar in Hedong. "Look at others, you can do anything. Look at you, a girl's house ... "Oh, my God! I don't have the strength to argue with my mother, so I have to say "Mom, I'm going to do my homework" to her, and the result will not get better-"What did you say?" Needless to say, a "world war" is about to begin.
After the "fierce fighting", I felt guilty again and felt that I shouldn't be angry with my mother for what happened outside. But what should we do? I just can't help myself. This may be the trouble that comes with growth!
There are many troubles on the road of our growth. It is these troubles that make us grow, make us sensible and make us progress. The road to growth is long and tortuous, and we will certainly encounter troubles and sadness, but we must firmly believe that the sunshine is always after the storm, and we will certainly usher in the rainbow of life with an optimistic attitude! How I wish I could be like the song "Little boy, carefree, carefree ..."!
Perhaps, for most people, hair is a normal thing for the human body, but who can understand my inner pain?
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My body hair is unusually thick, and my original white skin is dressed up by this black hair, which really has the strength of "forest ape-man". This handsome little boy is afraid to wear short sleeves and shorts when he grows up. He is always afraid of being regarded as a "hairy monster" on his legs and arms. Do you feel bitter?
This is only a small part of my hair problem, and the main event is still on my head!
Oh, speaking of which, it really gives me a headache. I don't know what happened to my embryo. Just like a genetic mutation. My parents obviously have normal hair, which is straight and silky. It happened that mine became an uninvited roll, and it was very dry and very thick. I'm so angry!
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I specially left three short pieces of long hair on my little head, in order to idolize "Sanmao", the popular children's drama star of Chase at that time. Regardless of parents' dissuasion, we are determined to be "little San Mao".
So the tragedy happened: one day when the school was doing morning exercises, a little girl next to me turned to look at me casually. At first sight, she cried. I was confused. Why? Is it because you look at me? Isn't that strange? Am I that ugly? Did you cry?
Finally, I learned from the teacher's inquiry that the little girl was afraid because she saw my unique hairstyle. Ah, sad! I always felt that I was so handsome and handsome at that time, just like a popular little king. It's really annoying to be defeated by this crying little girl! Even today, my family occasionally mentions this embarrassing thing and laughs from ear to ear. Do you find it irritating?
As I grow up day by day, my hair is getting heavier and darker, which is not a physical feature that a yellow person should have at all! But looking back, maybe some classmates will envy me? This is a sign of a little man! Hahaha! I used to be too young to understand, and I often felt confused or even inferior for this reason. Now I have grown up, because this is my symbol as a man, and I am very proud. Why should I be worried?
However, my hair is still troublesome. In order to adapt to this spontaneous curl, I deliberately let my hair grow a little in the summer vacation of grade six. I never dared to have long hair before. My father took me to the barber's, and specially instructed the hairdresser to treat my uninvited volume, straightened it a little, and then left bangs specially, which looked much more pleasing to the eye than before.
Not long after I entered junior high school, many new students discovered the wonder of my hair, and some even came to play and said I was a foreigner.
I remember once my sister's round glasses were put on by me and instantly turned into Harry Potter! Hey, hey, this is really interesting. So, I gradually forgot a lot of troubles it brought me.
In that class, Teacher Luo mentioned curly hair when describing the characters, for example, just like my own hair and his own. The students discovered that our Chinese teacher also has curly hair. At this time, I think I will never be lonely again, because in the circle of self-taught examination, I have my beloved teacher Luo to accompany me.
Haha, I will grow up slowly, and all these pains and troubles will go with the wind, from which I also get the enlightenment of life: since I can't change it, why not accept it frankly!
After writing the last poem "Meditation", I came to my senses, and another window of thoughts slowly flowed in my heart. As the smoke bends and drifts away, those troubles, like warm wind, gradually become clear in my hazy pupils. ? —— ? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
In the land where I grew up, when I was lonely and melancholy, you sang softly, which made my heart feel warm. When I made a mistake, you lit me up with an oil lamp in the dark and always cared about me. This love has penetrated into every pore of me. When I succeed, tell me to guard against arrogance and rashness. There are still thorns ahead. However, when I entered the key class of middle school, I gradually found that there were more crow's feet around my eyes and more silver lines on my head. . ? Whenever I touch your silver thread, you always say, "This is the trend of the times, and this style is popular this year." Every time I touch your crow's feet, I want to hold it in my heart. You always say, "I still have no vision and bought the wrong cosmetics." Do you know when you hear these words? My dear mother! My eyes are moist, except for tears, there is still a ray of bitterness jumping out of my heart, knowing that ruthless time has carved you like this, you are still …
Every weekend, when I call "mom" as soon as I get home, there is no smile on your mouth. You called me to your side and joked that God gave you a dream. If you call me again, it will be effective. But I think I'm getting old because I don't listen to you.
Now that winter is coming, I told you to put on more clothes, but you said it would be warm after correcting your homework in the middle school office. I also warned you not to use your eyes to make phone calls too much at school, but you are always in the classroom. When I am not looking, you are using your mobile phone to open the micro-course PDA and send messages to your parents.
It hurts every time I think about it. You gave me too much. Mom, you should have a rest.
I'm worried about the silver thread on my mother's head, and I'm worried about the crow's feet around my mother's eyes. While I am growing up happily, I sincerely hope that when time picks up the knife, I will slowly carve it, so that I can look at my mother's familiar face and broken heart for me, and let me sleep in her warm heart for a while.