One Thursday night, after I finished my homework, I concentrated on playing an exciting game "Nugget", which was very popular with my classmates. Just as I tried my best to dig diamonds, my mother made that harsh voice again: "Minnie, go and drink milk and go to bed early!" " I quickly said, "Mom, let me play for a while. Soon my dream will come true and I will become a rich man. " My mother was a little unhappy to see me sitting still. "Don't waste time, there will be a class tomorrow!" "I reluctantly went to the table and absently picked up the milk cup." Ah, "the milk was so hot that I screamed, and then tearfully suggested to my mother," I won't be cold after drinking such hot milk. "But my mother didn't listen to me at all, and said in a commanding tone," If you don't drink milk, I'll turn off the computer. "My mother turned off the computer when she was impatient, so I became a poor man again. Such things happen one after another, and every time they get angry, they fly into a rage, but there is no solution.
But no matter how late dad plays computer games, mom can leave it alone. Once I couldn't help it, so I asked my mother, "Dad, why can I play computer games until late at night, and you won't let me play even if I go to bed on time?" Mother said, "because you are young, your main task is to study hard." If you don't go to bed early, how can you have the spirit to attend class the next day? " I have nothing to refute, so I have to give up.
Although I admit defeat, I am still a little unconvinced. I want to tell my mother that knowledge doesn't all come from books, and playing computer games properly can also benefit from it. The teacher said that many software designers started by playing computer games. I hope my mother can give me some time to play computer games on the premise that I promise to study. Maybe I can be a master of software design in the future.
I don't know when the growing pains have merged into one. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles.
As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (I really don't want them to know)
That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me.
I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!
Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles. These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams.
Growing up is like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. However, my growth boat was not smooth sailing, and I also experienced various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet.
Now, because I have grown up and become an adult, I am no longer a child in the eyes of my parents, but I have become conscious, courageous and knowledgeable. Sometimes, they will say, "You've grown up!" Lucy said, "You are no longer a child!" " It gives me a headache. No matter what you do now, you must first understand the "compass" and have principles. You can't do it hastily or carelessly. If something goes wrong, I will bring in a snowstorm at any time.
When I was young, I remember how relaxed my life was, carefree and free, with no worries around me. But with the passage of time, the waves ahead are bigger and the sea surface is more tortuous. I became a primary school student, and the old me was gone. I am tall, I have been in school for a long time, I have more homework, I have more subjects to study, my schoolbag on my shoulder is heavier, and the pressure in my heart is getting bigger and bigger. If I were a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, and my parents would be my "guides". But now that I'm grown up and sensible, I have to adapt to independence. I must be careful and think twice before you act. Compared with the carefree days when I was a child, this gradually widened the distance.
When I was a child, although I would live comfortably, I was bound by my elders and others everywhere, and I was mixed by my parents when I walked. I fell, and my parents helped me. But I know that when I grow up, I will become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like I am now, I am growing up and have my own opinions on everything.
Sunshine is always after the storm, how can you succeed without experiencing the storm? My growing boat, although unstable and calm, is also full of all kinds of stormy waves, which makes me learn a lot and exercise a lot. Through my growing process, I really realized that growing up has some troubles, but more is happiness.
The story of old photos
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?
Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.
I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.
My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.
Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.
Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.
From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.
It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.
This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.
The story of old photos
When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.
I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday!
As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.
Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?"
The story of the photo
I think "photo album" is familiar to everyone? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.
In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things. However, among many photos, the one that impressed me most was a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old. As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes. ...
It's a beautiful spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach hurt a little when I got up. My mother asked me to wash. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and saw the food on the table and lost my appetite. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.
Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me. I took a gamble and ate a mouthful of rice.
Just then, manager Cai came, and he happened to have a camera. Seeing my little temper with my dad, he teased me and said, "Teacher Zhou lost his temper. This is a very good sight! Take a photo! " General Cai's words annoyed me, and my eyes fell down very unwillingly.
"Click", a shutter sound, photographed my embarrassing appearance.
The next day, Cai, the general manager, developed the photo and I put it in a permanent photo album.
Now I am an adult, I have grown up!
The story of old photos
In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!
My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, and the ringing is annoying or even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.
At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought the bell would haunt my father like a ghost, just like eating at home, but to my surprise, my father turned off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.
Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.
At this moment, I no longer think that the bell is a ghost, but that it is so sweet, because it proves that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!
The story of old photos
This photo was taken at home when my daughter was in the second grade of primary school. At that time, my family lived in a dry building and lived on the fifth floor. The room is a little damp, and there are many moldy black spots on the wall. One of the glass windows has been broken for two years, so I just make do with a calendar paper. I can't help it. Everyone is busy.
The double-card recorder on the desk is a big item at home, which cost more than 400 yuan. I spent 10 yuan buying Teresa Teng's songs from a smuggler in front of a shopping mall and listening to them secretly at home, because it was forbidden at that time. But I like listening.
One day, my daughter came home from school and said, "Mom. The teacher left a composition, but what if she couldn't write it? " I asked her what topic. He said, "If you don't make a proposition, just write a flower."
Seeing that my daughter couldn't write it after thinking hard, I inspired her to say, "Linlin, do you think that potted flower on our windowsill looks good?" "Beautiful Red Flower" daughter is enjoying pomegranate flowers.
So I then asked her, "How many years has that potted flower been in our house?" "For several years, I can't remember."
I asked her again, "Who gave us that potted flower?" "Grandma Wang next door."
I then asked my daughter, "How does my mother water the flowers every day? What did the flowers look like when they first came? " What did it become? When she said this, her daughter said excitedly, "Mom, I want to write this pomegranate flower! "
Two days later, my daughter came home from school with a proud face and said to me, "Mom, our teacher Gao read my composition" My Pomegranate Flower "in front of the whole class today, which made me float (look).
Seeing my daughter happy, I said to her, "Writing a composition is actually not difficult. As long as you always pay attention to the little things around you, keep more diaries and read more books, you will be inspired. "
At that time, my family had a Tom camera. That day, my husband left this somewhat artificial photo for our mother and daughter. Although there are some artificial elements, it is true to help my daughter write a composition. Every time I see this photo, I am deeply moved. ...
It feels good to grow up.
Life is a thick book, and every page records the footprints of people's growth. Childhood is a dream; A teenager is a painting; Youth is a poem. -inscription
The wind chimes of the years have been shaking and shaking, and unconsciously, they have been ups and downs for sixteen spring and autumn. Grandma said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. This child has really grown up and grown taller. " Mother said: "I finally grew up and understood the hard work of my parents." "The teacher said," You have grown up, and now you can take the initiative to study. "... I also feel that I have really grown up and become more and more mature.
"Teacher, when can I grow up?" In the file of kindergarten growth, I left my immature voice. Colorful comic books give me endless fun. When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly. At that time, I just wanted to live independently when I grew up and not be "oppressed" by my parents. Breakfast is made by my parents, clothes are worn by my parents, and the bed is managed by my parents ... Although my parents gave me a lot of warmth, I feel that everything is not my own. Therefore, I am eager to grow up, eager to grow up quickly.
Flowers bloom and fall, autumn wind and autumn rain, and another autumn comes naturally. Finally, I am in the fourth grade of primary school. My mother said to me, "You are no longer young. Take care of yourself in life." So, I have my own small world-a three-square-meter hut. This is really exciting. I finally have my own home and can take care of myself. In this small world, reading has become my greatest pleasure. Watching the Gadfly, I can't help but be moved by the family that I can't give up. Watching the science fiction "Mysterious World" makes me flap my imagination, adding some mystery and beauty to the story. I am intoxicated in the sea of books. Books are the source of wisdom and the ladder of human progress. Accompanied by Mo Yunshu, I grew up day by day.
"Flowers will reopen one day, and people are no longer young." When the rain and dew in the flower season moistened my heart, I gradually matured. I stepped into the threshold of junior high school life. This is the life I really yearn for. I remember that night when I first lived on campus, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well all night, although I felt a little sad at home. At school, I not only learned the mystery of nature and the beauty of the space world, but also learned how to be a man. I joke with my friends and feel free. Because I found wings that can fly, how steel was tempered made me stronger.
The story of old photos
This was taken when my aunt and I broke off the mother-daughter relationship.
When I was a child, I grew up from my aunt's parents, where there were my dear grandparents, my lovely little sister, my kind "mom and dad" and my brother and sister … I was a "happy little angel" at that time.
When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to invite me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, my neighbor's little sister cried, I cried, and even God, who has always been unsympathetic to me, cried-it began to rain that day.
But my mother doesn't seem to sympathize with all this. She still wants me to go back. From then on, my aunt became a crybaby, that is, from then on, I changed and became a grumpy girl.
A few days after my mother came back to me (that is, a week), my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother, "His grandparents miss her. Let me take her back to live for a few days. " Mom doesn't agree, maybe because he is afraid of losing me again!
While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on my bike and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, go, my mom will catch up soon." This makes my aunt laugh and cry.
But a few minutes later, my mother caught up with me. ...
Mom, why did you bring me back? Why did you hurt a good family?
I long for my old life.
Hold your head high and let's go.
A person, through the hustle and bustle of the city, fixed his eyes in front of a photo studio called "emotional story" The sweet image of a girl jumped into my eyes. The photo clearly says "Let's finish your emotional story". I can't help being moved. I was about to lift my feet and go forward, but another idea refused me. Those beautiful and romantic emotional stories will always belong to those beautiful girls, and how can I have emotional stories as an ugly duckling? Realizing that I had stopped for too long, I hurried away.
When I got home, I picked up the book and read hysterically. Tears inexplicably flowed down the corner of my eyes. Because I am ugly, I dare not stay outside for another minute; Because I am ugly, I dare not look up and walk; Because I am ugly, I dare not leave that beautiful moment to myself; Because I am ugly, I can't even have my own emotional story ... am I sinking? Should I lose my youth with this heavy burden? Don't! I can't! I want to enrich myself with knowledge, shape myself with wisdom and make myself stand out. Looks are given by parents and doomed by heaven, but I firmly believe that when God closes the door, he also opens a small window for you. That little window is the only hope in my life. Therefore, no matter how difficult it is, I will find it, open the window and climb out, believing that there will be a blue sky outside the window that belongs to me.
At school, I often lost a lot because I was not beautiful, but I also gained a lot when I lost it. Because I am ugly, I don't have to pay attention to whether the clothes are fashionable; Because I am ugly, I don't have to worry about whether my hairstyle is fashionable or not; Because I am ugly, I don't have to have too many girlish troubles and secrets. I will devote myself to books, which can soothe my soul, free me from the shackles of sadness and pain, and turn my boring years into happy days.
Although I am ugly, I have my own direction in life.
Although I am ugly, I don't feel inferior. I will become a white swan, in my own way, with only emotional stories.
Ugly girls are not in the mood for stories, really. Some are just real life, and some are just down-to-earth steps. Hold your head high and go!
[Opinion]: This article wrote that I was troubled by being ugly, but I also gained a lot because of being ugly. "Although I am ugly, I don't feel inferior. I will become a white swan with only emotional stories in my own way. " This paper uses a lot of parallelism sentences to vent the author's inner feelings. For example, "I dare not walk with my head up because I am ugly;" Because I am ugly, I can't leave my beautiful moment; Because I am ugly, I dare not even have my own emotional story ... "