The transformation of growth 1, the composition of the second day of junior high school, has both growth and wind and rain; On the way, there are grass and thorns; The road is coming, happiness and sadness are intertwined, and happiness and pain are hand in hand. Looking back, we are always losing and gaining. On the way here, we have been growing and changing.
Crystal is five years old
People often say, "Hold blx and grow up well". At the age of five, she is as dreamy and innocent as a crystal, which makes people feel unbearable when they touch it. When I was five years old, every day was full of doubts and fantasies. Why is the sky so blue, why are the flowers so bright, and why am I growing up? On the other side of the world, is there anyone doing what I want to do like me? I remember once, I won a certificate from Zhang greatly, and happily ran home and told my mother that my mother rewarded me with a lollipop, which was very sweet and sweeter than this candy. I was happy for a few days because of this little thing. How easily I was satisfied at that time! The world of five-year-old children may not be colorful, but it is pure and crystal clear.
Ten years old is like the morning sun.
Ten years old is an age as bright as the morning sun. At the age of ten, I was a little mature and immature. I can understand my parents' hardships, their efforts and learn to repay them. After dinner, take the initiative to help parents wash dishes; Parents are tired, beat their backs and hand them a cup of hot tea; Give them the good report card at the end of the term, and my parents will laugh. At that moment, I will be happier than them. Because I think my parents' smile is the most beautiful smile in the world, full of unique beauty. There was a scene that left a deep impression on me, and I couldn't get it out of my mind for a long time. It was a sunny Saturday and I was doing my homework in the yard as usual. At this time, I was stumped by a question-"What will you do as a parent if one day my parents are old and can't lead you?" My answer is: I will definitely be the locomotive of my parents. My mother took one look and smiled with relief. Suddenly, that unique beauty appeared in front of my eyes. I think it is an affirmation of my growth!
Fifteen years old is like a flower season.
Some people say that fifteen is the rainy season, because adolescence is full of all kinds of troubles. In my opinion, fifteen years old is the flower season. At the age of fifteen, we quietly bloom like flowers. Although there will inevitably be potholes and storms in the process of growing up, there are also countless pleasures. At the age of fifteen, we learned to take responsibility and share. Whenever the school holds a sports meeting or other group activities, our class is always the most United. When students are running on the playground, we will always cheer for them. At this time, they are like a runaway wild horse, winning glory for the class. At fifteen, we occasionally have troubles. When we swim in the ocean of problems, we will look blank when we encounter problems, but we will not be discouraged. We will discuss in groups of three and five, followed by the joy after overcoming the problem. At the age of fifteen, we are not afraid of being hurt, and bravely rush to our dreams, just like a lyric says, "YoLo, youth was crazy." We sow the seeds of "ideal", water it with hard work and sweat, let it take root in our hearts and protect it with our own actions.
There are no shortcuts to growth. Maybe life is like a flower. If you choose to grow up, you will be tempered by wind and rain. We change in growth, change in growth, change again and again, let us grow in tempering, let us grow from innocence to maturity, from cowardice to courage. Looking back on the road we have traveled, we find that every minute we have spent is so beautiful.
Time is like water, and the happy time in primary school passed quietly in the blink of an eye. Time is like gold, you can't buy back your original childlike innocence. Time is like a needle, carefully passing through my years.
When I was a child, I was so headstrong and naughty. My parents always reason with me patiently, but I don't listen to my parents. Grandma is the only one who won't criticize me and always tolerates me infinitely. My parents always teach me a lesson when I commit a crime. Only grandma rushed out to protect me first. Although grandma's love is great and selfless, it also leads me to become an unreasonable child. My parents always have nothing to do with me. Because grandma is behind me. I live happily under the protection of my grandmother every day.
When I was young, my friends didn't play with me at school. They always alienate me. Always speak ill of me behind my back. I often fight with my female classmates at school and bully her. She is weak and wears glasses. At that time, I always joked about her appearance. So I often beat her in front of my female classmates for this matter, which made her suffer from bullying. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so she called her father. Her father taught me patiently and said, "You and my daughter are classmates. Students should live in harmony, do not fight, and live in peace. " Grandma rushed over when she heard the news. Grandma came up to me, touched my head and asked me if I was okay. Grandma's behavior shocked me. Grandma said loudly, "Your daughter came to beat my granddaughter. In addition, it is very common for children to fight. Shouldn't we enhance our feelings? " Grandma helped me solve this problem. Since then, my temper has become more arrogant. The girls in my class are also afraid of me. Never say a word to me. I don't care whether they want to play with me or not. I always go my own way and don't want to talk to others. I get angry at school every day as soon as I get home. I take it out on my grandmother and never talk to her calmly. However, things are not satisfactory. Grandma died of illness. At this time, I realized that I didn't tell my grandmother well before she died, but I scolded more and more. I just realized that I did a lot of wrong things before my grandmother died, and I want to sincerely repent. However, it is too late. So I have to pull myself together. Don't be a "golden princess". Get rid of bad habits. Since my grandmother left, I am no longer as headstrong as I was a child, but I have turned over a new leaf and made up for the mistakes I made when I was a child. I want to listen to my parents' teachings and get along well with my friends. Every time I lose my schoolbag, I immediately help my parents do what I can. No matter how small things are, I should do them for my parents. My parents look at me no longer as headstrong as when I was a child. My parents can't help crying. Daughters no longer depend on their parents, and they don't cry as much as they did when they were children. I learned to comfort my parents and respect my friends.
Now, I don't cry as much as I did when I was a child. I used to make friends with people of my own character. I don't care about the dignity and feelings of my friends. From now on, I want to get rid of this overbearing character. I am not a person anymore. My friends are getting closer to me, loving to play with me and no longer alienating me. I am no longer walking alone in the alley, but I have friends to accompany me home. It was grandma's leaving the church that taught me to be strong and care about others. The road to growth must be hard, with tears, bitterness and joy to accompany me.
Behind the growth, there are parents' encouragement, friends' support and teachers' expectations. I no longer walk alone, but with my relatives and friends. From childhood ignorance to mature teenagers now.
I am no longer willful, but shine my light on the road of growth, let us grow up happily, pursue our dreams, shine brilliantly and rush to the finish line.
I always thought that the definition of leaving was to come back forever, just like you and I often say "goodbye" is never to see again.
Count the bits and pieces we have experienced, laughed, scolded, left, goodbye, silence ... Perhaps, we have long been killed by time, always laughing at our original innocence in our memories.
When I was in primary school, I always gave myself a knowing smile at the school gate and walked into the classroom talking and laughing with my classmates. At that time, I had a very good friend. She got good grades and fair skin, and won the first prize almost every year. Facing her, I only have envy and desire in my heart, but there may be some dust-like jealousy in the middle. In the past five years, we have participated in many activities together: oral English team competition, English singing, poetry reading, and visiting exhibition halls ... I still remember the scene when we hugged and cried after losing the oral English competition. I thought we would grow up together and go to a higher school together. However, in the sixth grade, due to family reasons, we left the school where we grew up for five years. So, I also ended the innocent intersection with her for five years. ...
After transfer, I came to a new school. At first, I was not paid attention to by my classmates at all, and sometimes I even talked about my right and wrong behind my back because of rumors. Until I broke the record with 299 points and became the first in the school, which attracted the attention of many students. Someone said "sorry" to me one after another, and someone asked me for my QQ number, hoping to make friends with me. Unconsciously, I became the "sister-in-law" in everyone's mouth. I can't comment or criticize their hypocrisy, because it is not only someone's reason, but also my own. In this year after year, this school became my alma mater, and I also left my figure in the photo album of that class. With the end of the primary school graduation exam, I ended a year of "hypocrisy" with my classmates. ...
In junior high school, I became "careless". Even with people I just met, I can blend in. The change of personality made me know almost all the students in class 13. But my grades have been hovering between 10 ~ 50 except for my first time in grade four, and the worst one should be 67. On one occasion, I ran on the runway with several classmates to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination; Lying on the grassy football field joking; Watching the game on the basketball court ... and because the team leader didn't do a good job, cleaning and writing reflections with the poor team members ... those experienced times are not forgotten if you want to forget them, but gradually blurred as time goes by. I thought I would spend three years in that middle school. But I changed it myself. As if I had seen through the world, I resolutely made a decision: leave. So after the first day of junior high school, I left the "worst class" that I loved and hated, and ended the intersection with 50 classmates. ...
Now, I have transferred back to the town middle school in my hometown, and now my school will definitely become my alma mater. However, I don't want to write down the intersection with them so early before I finish this nearly one and a half semesters. ...
You see, my 1000-word article has written down several unforgettable stages in my nearly fourteen years of life. I dare not say whether I have learned any great truth, but I am sure that this is growth.
Everyone's life is like an airport. When the radio in the airport lobby sounded, people turned around, leaving only their backs. Everyone comes and goes in this way. The airport is actually just an airport with short noise, and many of them are untrue. No one ever belongs here, but they keep passing by, stepping on footprints with clean or dirty soles and finally walking away. You will be blinded by more shoe prints and the like because of the trauma and touch of your heart. In this case, you need not to forget your active attitude and smile at towards the distant. This is growth.
The growing metamorphosis silkworm breaks cocoon into moth and caterpillar breaks cocoon into butterfly. After the baptism of time, it has become a brand-new form. People's life, from youth to death, grows in this way, changes again and again, and realizes the world again and again.
Children are a godsend in the eyes of parents, and the supreme treasure in the hearts of grandparents. Delicious, delicious and fun, as long as they think the best, they will give it to their children without reservation. In my childhood, I was naturally treated like this. Being loved, pampered, cared for and cared for, at that time, in my little eyes, the whole world was in my own hands. At school age, I have entered a campus full of "little princesses" and "little princes", but teachers like my parents don't care about me wholeheartedly, so I can't get the "responsive" treatment anymore. Here, coquetry does not always bring lollipops, and crying does not always bring hugs. Slowly, I understand that the world, big or small, is not its center.
I like animals. When I was very young, my relatives gave me a lovely puppy. I was so happy. Slowly, I always like to sleep late and get up early every day to take care of the dog's diet. In order to sleep comfortably, I made a nest with my own hands with clothes that didn't fit me; In order that it is not lonely, I will spare time to play with it every day. It has become a very special and important friend of mine. Eating together, sleeping together and playing together make my heart sunny every day. However, I don't know that time is not equal to human beings for small animals. Finally, it can't run. Eat less and sleep more. When I realized that I wanted to save it, I found that there was nothing I could do. On a snowy morning, I watched it lying on the ground, and its small body slowly became cold. On that day, I understood that some things, even if you try harder and rack your brains again, can't control their development and make people powerless.
Three years ago, I entered junior high school with excitement. However, excitement turns to excitement, and the pressure that comes with it is as great as a year. Compared with the art of memorizing and the science of rational thinking, my academic performance can only be described as horrible. After realizing my weakness, I almost completely focused on mathematics and physics, especially physics. Listen in class, do it after class and immerse yourself in the dark. Sometimes I fall asleep, and my dreams are full of circuit diagrams, valence and geometric proofs. I tried, very hard. But another exam, another big exam, and the bright red "X" broke my heart. Without interest and motivation, I once abandoned these textbooks in the corner, as if I could escape the "negative energy" they brought me forever. However, every time I look at the rankings in the grade book, I compare them one by one. If science can be improved, I won't stay in the middle forever, and I won't always hear the sighs of teachers and parents. I am proud of my personality. I don't want to feel inferior and lag behind others since I was a child. In addition, I should look at the education of "Yu Gong Yi Shan" from a developmental perspective. I can escape for a while, but can I escape for a lifetime? What about the future high school study? Achievement is secondary, and perseverance is the quality I should have. Even if I can't do anything at this time, it doesn't mean that I can't find a way to succeed in the future. From then on, I understand that difficulties are everywhere. At this time, there is nothing I can do, but I still have to make great strides.
Changes in growth. The passage of time has brought about our gradual growth, not only physically but also mentally. Learn to think from the bits and pieces of life, and strive to break through the "immature" shell to meet the wider world.
The transformation of growth, the next day, 5 phoenix nirvana, turning pupa into butterfly, is what people expect. But the transition in growth will sometimes be brilliant and sometimes bleak. Growth requires learning, and learning in growth is a spiral process, in which life will be transformed again and again. I've heard the saying "life can't be guaranteed". This reminds me of a story. Einstein, a famous scientist, was unanimously considered mentally retarded by his family when he was a child. They don't understand Einstein's purpose of collecting some waste products, and often have an incomprehensible attitude. However, who would have thought that Einstein would become a famous scientist? This is related to Einstein's growth. His efforts in growing up have created the most wonderful transformation in his growth. This should prove the true meaning of the sentence "As long as you work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle".
Of course, the transformation of growth is not necessarily wonderful. Now, some students think that learning is really boring! Parents and teachers keep reminding you to do this and that, and you will turn your head to one side in boredom and do what you think should be done. However, you are wrong, and you are lost. You know, there is a price to pay for moving fast. It is not easy to change the growth mode. If the growth is full of sunshine, it can only create a desert. Only after experiencing hardships in growth can we truly understand growth.
Don't ask about the golden vase and jade chopsticks, don't ask about the green curtain in the mirror. Everything in the world is the basis of my imagination, because with my efforts in growing up, I will definitely create a better tomorrow! None of us seem to want to grow up. However, time can be expected but cannot be retained! For example, our feelings: I have grown up a lot in junior high school this year, so I am afraid that I will become bigger and have a long way to go. I don't know when I can reach the peak of my life. ...
Just suddenly look back, looking for that precious footprint. And I'm like a pupa trying to break the cocoon into a butterfly. I like this long and narrow cocoon house. Although ugly, it is better than any warm house. I must break through the care of this love and bravely fight the storm. Breaking a cocoon into a butterfly is my biggest dream. Because, I follow a belief: as long as the road is right, I must keep going.
I was wandering alone on the spacious road, only to see a grass drill out of the gap in the corner. I only feel that my heart has been touched, and my melancholy mood has been swept away, which has increased my confidence and courage. Ancient scholars said: perseverance, rotten wood can not be carved; Perseverance, the stone can be carved. The transformation of growth needs to be persisted.
Occasionally open a long-lost photo album, and a familiar picture is presented. Look, this is a happy face, shining with unique light in the sun; Look, this is a picture full of melancholy, doing homework in the sun. These are two completely different pictures. I am grateful for everything that growth has given me, and thank life for making me more profound. As the saying goes, "straight carpenter" has no "crooked wood" in his eyes. After careful design, curved wood can also be carved into novel and unique good furniture. Similarly, when we grow up, even though we are already a "bent wood". That's nothing. We can study hard. For us, the cultivation of diligence, persistence and optimism is a process of carving. Even if there is pain, as long as we persist, it will pass, and it can make us grow.
"How many times have we dreamed of growing up? When we grow up, we don't have to fantasize." This song once lingered in my ears, which made me quite touched. In fact, growth has made me understand that every day is worth waiting for in my life, because every day can only wait once in my life. It's both good luck and good fortune to live every day seriously ... Let the growth change without regrets!