"My Troubles"
Everyone has troubles, this is true.
In school, I am as happy as a little angel, but sometimes I cry because of a certain classmate.
At home, my strict mother was nagging in my ears all day long, either telling me to do this set of papers or that book of exercises.
As time goes by, I have changed from a first-grade primary school student to a sixth-grade student. Those worries came to me one after another, as if they were scheduled.
"Fang Fang! Why didn't you do your homework?" My mother stood in front of me and shouted. His sharp eyes stared at me. What I expected happened. I was silent for a while, my brain searching for an excuse to escape. "Fangfang, did you hear me?" Mom shouted again, raising her voice. Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, tilted my eyes at the wall clock, and said with a playful smile: "It's already half past nine. It's time to go to bed. Let's make up for it tomorrow." My mother's lips twitched slightly and a few words popped out. "I don't care, you have to make up for it tonight and add another one." I couldn't help but stick out my tongue after hearing this heavy additional homework. I had no choice but to take out my pen and start working.
I looked at the group photo in front of the desk, thinking of the happy times with my friends, and smiled bitterly:
"'Little Angel' is not happy today!" It turns out that I am a happy little bird, but now I am like a pigeon in a cage. I hope that one day I can break out of the "cage" and fly freely in the blue sky.
"My Troubles"
The food is ready, and it’s time to eat. I found that there is a hint of sweetness and a hint of sourness in this dish
Love , everywhere. In class, there is the love of classmates; in school, there is the love of teachers; outside, there is the love of friends; and at home, there is the love of parents. The love of parents is selfless and eternal.
I remember that time when it got dark and my mother was cooking, I helped her take care of some small things. Dad suddenly said: "Cheng Cheng, you seem to have grown a lot taller. You are almost the same as your mother." I proudly stood next to my mother, stood up straight and gestured, "Mom, you have to work hard to eat, otherwise you will be too fast." I caught you,” I said with a smile. Inadvertently, a strand of white and thin hair passed by my eyes, and I took a quick look. Suddenly, the smile on his face faded. That's my mother's white hair.
At this time, my father, who had just got off work, was squatting at the door eating apples hungrily. I turned my head, and he also had strands of silver hair on his head.
I thought, what is contained in these strands of white hair?
Hidden there are your expectations, your hard work, and your love. My mother washes and cooks for me every day, and my father works hard all day long to send me to school. You have paid so much for me.
And me, what did I give you? I just added endless troubles and countless fatigue to you. Your love for me has brought me endless happiness, endless warmth, and endless sunshine, but it also brings endless guilt. That kind of guilt can never be erased in my life.
It is said that time can take away everything. Yes, it has taken away many of my childhood memories and many of my previous worries, but it cannot take away the love of my parents, let alone the love of my parents. Talking about the guilt in my heart, that sunshine and guilt have taken root deep in my heart.
The food is ready and the meal is about to begin. I found that there is a trace of sweetness and a trace of sourness in this dish.
"My Troubles"
A little boy rarely worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I feel like I always feel sour in my heart...
When I was young, I wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do many things I want to do without having to carry my mother's nagging and father's scolding. .
But when I grew up, I had a lot of troubles. As I grew up, my homework gradually increased. After school, I didn’t dare to play and see myself. My favorite book, I was afraid that I would not be able to finish my homework, so I could only keep my pen moving on the notebook. When the lights came on, I was riding my bicycle on the way home, and the classes gradually became more and more heavy. When I went home to review in the evening, I looked at a lot of books. I really didn’t know which subject I should review, Chinese? Or mathematics?
How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV are probably my greatest enjoyments. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to mingle with them! I thought about my poor homework, but I was not in the mood to play again. I wanted to go back to my childhood, throw away the endless worries, and be a carefree child again.
《Me. "Trouble"
Growing up is troubled and happy, but more importantly, surrounded by troubled contradictions.
For a girl who is about to become a young girl, it should be. Innocent and full of joy, however - I am troubled by the two-sided me.
At home, I have to play the role of a good girl, only when my mother is not around. A world where you can truly express yourself.
I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones. The vitality I should have been suppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it.
This double-sided me confuses me. I always want to be a gentleman again and be myself; but my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart...
Every time before going out, my mother always nags: Girls should sit in a certain way and stand in a certain way. Lol, you should say hello when you see an acquaintance... In fact, I have heard all this so well that I almost know it by heart. My mother is just a "routine" and repeats it. But in my opinion, these are just a layer of hypocrisy wrapped around my true appearance. Only outside. Without the restraint of my mother, I can laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, sing as I please... and enjoy the joy of growing up without restraint. Although passers-by on the street saw it and lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and had no rules. But these can't stop us, we are still having our fun.
What kind of me am I: my mother’s good girl? Dynamic teenager? Or is she the crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don’t have to hide who I am, I am a dynamic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up.
From now on, no, from now on, at home, I will be quiet but not rigid; outside, I will be energetic but not crazy. This is another double-sided me, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing, feeling the growth, enjoying happiness and troubles!
"My Troubles"
Everyone of our classmates has troubles, such as unsatisfactory test scores, scoldings from parents, being wronged, misunderstandings from friends... Similarly, I also have trouble.
I always feel that when I was 14 years old, I was very tired and annoyed by life and study.
When my classmates and I were joking loudly, some classmates would warn me: "Girls should be quieter." I (had to) lower my frequency unconvinced. When I played with the boys, my grandma would say, "Girls shouldn't run around with boys." So, I reluctantly accepted it. When I was facing a lot of troubles and wanted to get some fresh air outside, my parents would say: "If you are a girl, don't go crazy everywhere." When I was laughing because of a happy thing, the teacher's eyes seemed to be pointed at me intentionally or unintentionally. , suddenly the wide-open mouth suddenly closed, contracted again and again, until finally closed. In short, most of the things I want to do are not possible.
All of this is because I am a girl. I really wish I was a boy. If I were a boy, I could play freely; if I were a boy, I could sing and laugh freely; if I were a boy, I could ride a racing car in the wind and play a "double hand" from time to time; I am a boy, I will definitely play ball in the rain, beat him happily until the sky is dark, no matter whether he is elegant or not, reserved or not! But girls can't, because girls "better be gentle and gentle," and boys can show off their fists and fight for several rounds like a boxing champion, but I can't have this "crazy" or "wild". This childishness. I can only be a "good girl" under the advice of adults, because girls need to be "gentle, gentle, and gentle." Don't think about being as crazy as the boys all day long, without being involved (restrained). well! I blame my mother for giving birth to me as a daughter. If there really is an afterlife, then I will definitely not be a girl in the next life, but a boy.
"My Troubles"
Looking at those children having so much fun, they played carefree. I was in the same situation a few years ago. As I grow older, I have more worries. My head hurts just thinking about those troubles. I really don't want to grow up.
My academic performance was only above average, and I almost failed in the quiz. When I entered junior high school, I found that I disliked studying less and less. My mother often said: "Why don't you study hard? How can you pass the high school entrance examination? You almost failed in junior high school. If you fail, what will you do with your future job? If someone wants your junior high school diploma, how can you?" If you don't have any special skills, what are you going to do? Studying now is the only way to get ahead. Your children are studying for yourself, not for your parents. "Yes, there is no way to get ahead if you don't study. Even some college students don't have jobs now." ah. I feel upset when I think about this problem.
When I first entered junior high school, everything was so strange, including teachers, schools, and classmates. A semester has passed like this. I don’t know many of my classmates and I don’t know how to communicate with them. During the physical education class, there were many classmates playing together. I wanted to play with them, but I didn’t know how to tell them.
The day before yesterday, my mother read my diary, which made me very angry. I went to reason with my mother, but my mother said that parents should know everything about their children. But my little secrets are all written in the diary, and letting people know is like being seen through nakedly. I had a fight with my mother, and we have been in a cold war these days.
How wonderful it would be if I had no worries in my life! But it is impossible for a person to be without worries, just like when the sun is shining, there will inevitably be temporary clouds. In fact, trouble is not terrible, the key is how you deal with it. From now on, let us deal with the troubles together, eliminate them, and let us mature with colorful dreams!
"My Troubles"
The pace of growth has arrived, and so have the growing pains. It leaves people shrouded in melancholy all day long.
"Why are you so careless? English capital letters are written in lowercase letters; in mathematics, either you forget to add the decimal point, or you are too hard-headed to make a turn; the same is true for Chinese, what should not be wrong is always wrong. ...The results are always There is no improvement!” These words have been lingering in my mind since I was in the first grade of junior high school. Sometimes it’s my parents’ words of criticism, sometimes it’s my self-discipline, and sometimes it’s my sister’s sarcasm.
I also want to improve my grades, but I can't always get what I want. Either he failed in this subject, or he failed in that subject. These are all things I didn't expect. Who doesn’t want to get good grades, but everyone’s abilities are different and their efforts are also different, so the “fruits” harvested can be either dry or full. Therefore, all I can say is: "Do your best!"
Life will only be exciting if there is competition - this is what I comfort myself with. But despite this, there are still many worries that linger in my mind: as a student, I tell myself that my grades cannot be too bad; as a daughter, I tell myself that I cannot disappoint my parents; as a sister, I tell myself that I must give my sister a Good example... Therefore, the troubles are increasing day by day.
But thinking about it on the other hand, if good grades are so easy for me to get, wouldn’t it lose its own meaning and lose people’s desire to have it? If you think about it this way, your worries will certainly be reduced a lot. But another opinion formed in my mind - although the above words have some truth, they are too naive, a bit like saying sour grapes when you can't eat them. Without hard work, good grades will not come to your doorstep. Therefore, worries are still like a shadow, following me all the time. This may be a troubling thing, but indeed, this should be the trouble faced by most students.
The way to solve this trouble is to study, study, and study again. "I've been feeling annoyed lately, I've been feeling annoyed..." Now I finally understand that this song actually sings about the helplessness and confusion shown by our teenagers when faced with the troubles of studying. Growing pains are constantly coming. I hope we can withstand the "attacks" of all troubles and learn to grow healthily amidst the troubles!
"My Troubles"
Growth is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the weather is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. My growth journey has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various ups and downs. For me, sweet, sour, spicy and salty, it has a bit of everything.
I am very vague about myself. Every time I go, I look at the blue sky and feel at a loss. Once, I got a score of 80 or so on my math test. I was very sad. I thought my mother would comfort me when I got home. Unexpectedly, when I got home, my mother surprised me and scolded me angrily: "You said, How can I go to middle school with a score of 80 or so? It’s so shameless..." Facing my mother’s nagging and admonitions, I was already very sad and felt even more uncomfortable. Sometimes I think: What is learning for? Why study? What are the benefits of studying? I was really tired and wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights.
Everyone must go through various tests on the road of growth. I am troubled by my unsatisfactory academic performance, and feel aggrieved by my lack of understanding from my parents... Happiness is everywhere, and troubles are everywhere. In the long years of growing up, everyone will have happiness and joy, and of course there will also be times of trouble. In other words, our lives are full of colorful sunshine. However, even when the sun shines, there will inevitably be short-term clouds. .
How wonderful it would be if I had no worries in my life! But it is impossible for a person to be without troubles. There are endless troubles in a person's growth, and he has to go through thousands of tribulations. The key is how you face it.
Inadvertently, time flowed silently through my fingers. Little did I know that in the blink of an eye, the young me who was still babbling has become a down-to-earth girl, full of thorns. In the process of growing up, every inch of land was filled with my tears. Looking back suddenly, a warm current surged into my heart, filled with warmth.
Recalling the process of growing up is like looking at flowers in the mist, with a hazy beauty. Open the floodgates of memory, and in the fragmented memories, the clear shots that can be captured are often the joy of joy, tears rolling happily in the eyes, shining in the sun; or frowning, crystal clear Translucent tears flowed down between her fingers, covering her face like a tide. The process of growth, whether it is joy or sorrow, is like a colorful gate. When you lift its lid, you will see bright pearls. That is the sorrow and joy in the growth process, under the sun. , brilliant and refreshing.
When I was an ignorant little girl, there was always a series of troubles lingering in my mind. Why do I never grow up in the eyes of adults? Why do I look like a pearl in the eyes of adults, fragile and needing extra care? Why do adults always say with a smile when I want to help them do things, "Child, you are still young!" When will I be able to be like a big brother and sister and become a powerful helper for my family? The same year should have been carefree, but these worries are always in my mind and lingering. Maybe the word "grow up" was subtle and elusive in my eyes when I was young and ignorant at that time, but I never thought at that time that one day many years later, I would lean against the window and sigh softly, The joy of childhood is like a flower in the dark night, it has withered before it blooms. When I was a little older, I was a little rebellious in my thoughts and always stubborn. My mother often lectured me, saying that I didn't understand worldly affairs. The first time I was slapped was because I was willful, stubborn, arrogant, and contradicted my mother. My mother gritted her teeth and slapped me on the face like a thunderbolt, causing burning pain. But my heart hurts even more, heartbreaking pain. During that time, I often choked softly late at night. I was sad, troubled, and even doubted, does my mother not love me anymore? So, every night in the middle of the night, tears intertwined with pain fell silently, soaking the pillow. During these days, there has been a gray shadow shrouding me. I really want to break free and no longer be immersed in grief, even if I am a forget-me-not. Be a forget-me-not grass with a pure soul and throw away all your sorrows. Until one time when she was being beaten and scolded, my mother couldn't hold back the pity in her heart. She burst into tears while beating and scolding me. Her warm tears hit my face painfully, and my tears were equally bitter, until we met each other. It was only through embracing the pain that I realized my mother's good intentions. From then on, I never let my mother shed tears for me again.
The troubles of growing up are like a cup of fragrant tea. After tasting it carefully, you will find that there is a hint of sweetness lingering in your mouth, which is the sweetness that follows the bitterness. Even if I encounter troubles every time, I will not sink, because the sunshine will also dim sometimes. After the rain has passed and the sky has cleared, everything will remain as brilliant and brilliant.
However, the happiness in the process of growing up is also thought-provoking and makes people laugh. Every time I recall every interesting thing about my childhood, my throat will tighten unconsciously and a smile will appear. Come to mind.
That time, when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I accidentally dug out a book from my sister’s bookshelf. Looking at the beautiful and simple title, I read impassionedly "Insect Diary" ! Ha! It turned out to be a book specifically about insects!" When my sister heard this, she was really confused. She looked at my smug face. She quickly came over and didn't care. Seeing this, my sister burst out laughing. She was out of breath and rolled on the ground holding her stomach. I clearly saw tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes. I was just wondering when my sister gasped and said: "Ha ! Sister! This is "Historical Records" not "Insects", haha, it's really funny." After my sister explained it like this, I couldn't help but laugh, it seemed like this was the case!
Now, when I recall my sister being teased to the point of leaning forward and backward, she also laughs at her innocence back then. As a child, I was indeed ridiculous. And I seemed to be affected by this incident, and soon I became addicted to the "scent of books". People often say that reading is one of the great pleasures in life. How can we not be accompanied by books in the process of growing up? It is like the morning star in the sky at dawn, guiding the rising sun and warming my inner world. From then on, I was surrounded by a rich fragrance of books. If childhood is a charming little poem, then childhood reading time is the brightest poetic eye. Under the influence of books, I grew up happily. Now when I think back on my growth process, I always sigh: "The innocence of childhood is always a clear stream, washing away the boredom of the world."
Recalling every bit of my growth, I feel very subtle, because Always when reminiscing, an unknown emotion surges straight into the tear ducts, and a few tears of happiness roll out from the corners of the eyes. They fall to the side of the mouth, and when I lick them lightly with the tip of my tongue, I find that the tears are sweet. I don’t want to lose this candy-like childhood. I want to keep my growth process as a happy memory forever.
I have a little trouble that often shows up in my life. Although it only shows up, it makes me feel a little depressed. Now, please help me share this trouble.
Originally, my appearance is not very good-looking. I have a flat nose and a big mouth. Except for my bigger eyes, my appearance is useless. In this way, the respected God did not let me go and gave me another "icing on the cake" - dark skin.
It is said that when I was born, my skin was extremely dark, and there were birthmarks all over my back and buttocks. My grandma said: "This child was beaten by the Lord of Hell, and he didn't want to come." With such a dark skin, who can I would like to come.
For as long as I can remember, the word "black" has appeared much more frequently in my life than other colors. Everyone calls me "black rose" and "black peony", and I am worthy of it. For these titles, when summer comes, your skin will be like a layer of black paint, forget it. But being a silly girl, I thought that "peony" and "rose" were both compliments for me, and I was quite proud of my blackness.
When I grow up, I have my own aesthetics.
I often hear adults praising girls for being white and beautiful. In addition, TV commercials only introduce whitening products but not darkening products, which makes me feel very frustrated. Not only that, my "blackness" has become my "little braid", and the children naturally understand their advantages over my whiteness. When there is a conflict, they can make me speechless by saying "blackness". Fortunately, I'm relatively popular, so people don't often pull my "little pigtails."
After I went to school, "black" really darkened a small piece of the sky in my heart. Surprisingly, the boys at that time were all very white, so I naturally became the target of their amusement. I tried to defend myself once, even using the nicknames "Black Rose" and "Black Peony" when I was a child, but the result was counterproductive. ,Why! I ran home angrily and ate the prawns cooked by my mother. I was not angry anymore, "If a good girl doesn't get angry, why should a pretty girl care about it?"
Now, as I become grayer day by day, and the people around me, People are familiar with my "blackness", but I no longer take my "blackness" seriously. "Black" is so good, it is a healthy color, with a sunny, energetic and powerful beauty. Many people even go to specialize in tanning. Those are all parallel imports. I am the authentic one! Moreover, "Hei" has greatly increased my popularity. In school, more people know "Hei Mei" than people who know Yu Mengyao. At home, my younger brothers and sisters all think that my surname is "Hei", and they call me "Hei Sister" when I speak. ". Because of "black", I have many more names than you, comparable to those of the ancients. They are all donated to me by my friends: "African Refugee", "Miner", "Black Girl", "Black Girl", "Black Girl" "Black man"... I laughed at them all. What's even more interesting is that there are more products named after me: black girl sucking candy, black toothpaste... I'm really well-known. Black is also a major feature of me, a highlight!
Why am I black? I don’t know, why are you white? I don’t know too much. It is said that my mother loved eating walnuts and roasted lamb when she was pregnant with me. Does this have something to do with it? Please help me think about it.
Life is like a gravel path. The stumbling blocks that have not been smoothed are our troubles. As long as we face it squarely, it will sooner or later be polished into a smooth pebble. If we escape and take a detour, sooner or later we will become a smooth pebble. Encounter bigger stumbling blocks.
I've felt my stumbling blocks become smoother, what about yours?