Growing up is a hard journey, which is both a process and a final destination. Just like peeling garlic, it peels off one by one, and those hardships that we have experienced have become clear textures, and the imprint can't be erased in our hearts. At the beginning, we were wrapped up by the later secular layers, which made us look bloated and clumsy, and our immature eyes were blinded by the secular world and became muddy and blurred. I can't get those warm looks back any more, and the innocent teenager who once had a floating mouth can't afford to lift that simple head anymore. Under the heavy pressure, all struggles seem pale and powerless.
Growing up is a transformation without explanation, which will inevitably break happiness, experience pain, and linger in my heart after a thousand turns. In this transformation, the immature face was finally baptized by years, and the single expression became rich, but it was a helpless "intoxication". When I often think of the joy of my childhood, I can't help feeling a little happy and mixed with a little melancholy. That melancholy must have existed since ancient times and passed down from generation to generation: that joy must also be a dream, and after a moment, it is still more emotion.
Growing up is an increasingly fierce drama. The drama begins slowly, and the protagonists also go on stage one by one, step by step towards the depths of the years. In this drama, the protagonists will have a hard time. And we, born to be the protagonists of this play, all know the road of life, and both fortunes are accompanied. But how many people can be in danger and not be surprised? So the mission given to us by time is to "advance in twists and turns." After repeated failures, I stood up, learned to face life with a smile, and learned to be strong. The strongman of life was carved with a cold file. Behind this, we don't know how many forbearing tears there are, but we just remember countless struggles that are also depressed. In the end, life completes this sacred mission, time has no expression, but life grows sturdily because of its strength.
Growing up is a journey without regrets. The starting point of this journey is home, but the end point is uncertain. Entrusted by our parents' voices, we reluctantly left home and started this great lonely journey. During these years, we have experienced too much, accumulated in our hearts bit by bit, and changed our name to "maturity" when we reached a certain height. When we are mature, we know how to love and be loved. We know that "giving" is also a kind of happiness. We have experienced all kinds of life, and at this moment, looking at our elderly parents, a terrible sadness finally rises in our hearts. Time may have made you or frustrated you, but you must admit that she has changed you. Behind this change, parents followed closely and smiled with tears. When we suddenly look back and see the scene in front of us, the only thing we can do is to hug them, communicate with them more and give them more care. I think the most eye-catching thing behind this maturity is "filial piety".
If there is a mistake, there must be a star; if there is disappointment, there must be hope. The tree of hope is evergreen, and life lasts forever, so life is sublimated. Growing up, we were lonely, but along the way, we were not lonely. 2. the beginning and end of the composition about growth
Time has inadvertently bounced off your fingers, and the old lattice is covered with spider footprints. It is netting inside, and every grid is dusty, but some places are dense and indistinguishable, and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. If you don't taste it, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growth.
Growth is a vigorous ballad. Walk into the fields, listen to the sound of jointing, walk into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy and noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. In the growing ranks, playing brilliant sound.
growth is a process of color. The bright dress floated away and the pink bow flew away. A school uniform, a dignified color. Without the colorful cover of the fairy tale book, what I saw was the seriousness of the textbook. Stacked textbooks are as deep as mountains. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
growth is also a difficult journey. After crossing the "Sad Subway", it is a winding mountain road, winding behind, vaguely ahead, full of thorns and full of flowers. Courageously pursue, the road will extend under your feet, and growth is the road.
There are many stories about growing up, including joys and sorrows. The years of growing up are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not turn back, seize every second of today, and tie hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.
Stop in every growing station agent, and what kind of mood you feel about a journey you have passed marks how you are growing up. Childhood is beautiful, but today is also wonderful. Therefore, we are all growing with feeling, thinking and regretless. Growing up, we hide everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer ... 3. I grew up and quoted the poem
Long March
my hair had hardly covered my forehead and I was picking flowers, paying by my door at the beginning of my composition.
when you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
we lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted,
at fourteen I became your wife, so bashful that I dared not smile.
and I lowered my head toward a dark corner, and would not turn to your thousand calls.
but at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, learning that no dust could ever seal our love.
that even unto death I would await you by my post, and would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching.
then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey, through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.
and then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, the ape cries in the sky.
your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, were hidden, every one of them, under green moss.
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.
August butterfly yellow, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
and, because of all this, my heart is breaking, and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade.
oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, send me a message home ahead!.
and I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, all the way to Chang-feng Sha.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems
Young people are too sad and happy,
There is no reason to cry.
both strong and confused,
childlike innocence comes back to the dream.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems
Young fencers play the flute more,
A case of firm but gentle flute heart disappears.
who will return home after desolation,
thousands of sorrows and sorrows will be gathered today.
Reading Lu Fangweng's Collection
Poetry circles have been decadent for thousands of years, and
The soldiers' souls are all gone in soul of china.
Concentrate on military music, and
Men from ancient times let loose.
Who can cherish the money for drinking when he is old, after drinking with Meng De and
having no worries about his livelihood when he is young?
*** put a bucket of 1, and you owe 7 years.
Idle collection of elegant songs leads to poor classics, while drunken listening to clear songs wins orchestral music.
Let's wait until Juhuang's family is familiar with it, and when you get drunk, you'll be a taoran.
cursive songs
Young people are called Huai Su, and cursive is called unique in the world.
Mo Chi flew out of the North Baked Fish, and the pen tip killed all the Zhongshan rabbits.
it's cold in August and September, and the drinkers' poems are full of guests.
linen silk is lined with boxes, and Xuanzhou Shiyan is bright in ink.
after being drunk, my teacher leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of sheets in a moment.
the wind and rain are so shocking that the falling flowers and snow are so boundless.
get up and don't stop at the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.
It's as if I were shocked by the smell of ghosts and gods, and I always see dragons and snakes walking away.
The left side and the right side puckered like a shock, and it looked like Chu and Han were attacking each other.
every family in seven counties of Hunan has a book on barriers.
Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, was named after several waves in ancient times.
Zhang Dian died of old age, so I don't learn from the past.
Everything is expensive in ancient times, so why do you want Gong Sundaniang to dance? 4. How do ancient poems accompany me to grow up?
I think so:
First, briefly introduce the development of Chinese poetry.
After that, parents' experience in teaching ancient poems began from the early childhood, and then they wrote about students' further understanding of ancient poems in their lives. You can give examples to talk about the problems or gains encountered during learning, and of course you can talk about the application of ancient poems in life. For example, some people like to quote allusions from ancient poems when they are named.
finally, summarize the functions of ancient poetry in various stages of life, and imagine how it will develop in the future.
at the beginning, you can refer to others, for example, holding an illustrated ancient poetry book, my mother accompanied me to travel in the ancient poetry kingdom. "wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind." "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy." These sentences, word by word, are engraved in my ignorant heart. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry, only know that the grass can't be burned, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows; I understand that all mothers love their children, and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences sound just like singing. How nice! So I chewed sugar in my mouth and held a book in my arms, reading one ancient poem after another in contrast to the pinyin milk sound. 5. the beginning and end of the composition about growth
-looking back suddenly, we found that we have grown up gradually.
I don't know when the word "18" has been on my lips. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that at that time we grew up and became adults, and we could fly higher and farther.
at this time, when I really want to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number of 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility.
Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! -----The bitter days have turned into fragrance in the memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories.
In my memory, the wishes and beautiful promises I made, the persistent persistence and unremitting efforts turned into leaves of happiness, which I carefully collected. Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy.
along the growth footprint, step by step, we will hit maturity and move towards the future. Time bounced off my fingers inadvertently, and the old lattice was covered with spider's footprints.
It's making a net inside, covering every grid with dust, but some places are dense and indistinguishable, while others are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. If you don't taste it, you will never know its true value. That is the story of growth.
Growth is a vigorous ballad. Walk into the fields, listen to the sound of jointing, walk into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds.
noise and noise, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. In the growing ranks, playing brilliant sound.
growth is a process of color. The bright dress floated away and the pink bow flew away.
a school uniform, surrounded by dignified colors. Without the colorful cover of the fairy tale book, what I saw was the seriousness of the textbook.
The piles of textbooks are as deep as the mountains. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
growth is a slow-flowing stream. Quietly, we grow up.
I learned to be strong and calm. At the same time, I also learned to decorate and package.
As time goes by, the youth's purity and simplicity are lost. As Wei An said in "Birch Tree", in the growth process of birch trees, in order to make use of the growth, those side branches and old branches are always decisively abandoned. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from naive to mature.
every time you shed a layer of body, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
growth is also a difficult journey. After crossing the "Sad Subway", it is a winding mountain road, winding behind, vaguely ahead, full of thorns and full of flowers.
if you pursue bravely, the road will extend under your feet, and growth is the road. There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sorrow; The years of growing up are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit.
Time will not turn back. Seize every second of today and tie hope to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is the ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning. Yes, I have had too few smooth sailing on the road of life. The reason why I think life is beautiful is because I am optimistic, confident and strong.
Some people say, "A good mind can change the whole world." That beautiful mind is clear, like water; Flexible, like a branch of a tree; It smells like flowers.
The mind has far-sighted vision and good hearing. I, on the other hand, am plain in appearance, but colorful in heart.
I don't know why, but God always loves to give me the gift of difficulty. Maybe he wants me to temper my humble sand in the dark shell of an oyster like a pearl, but I am also a human being, a person of flesh and blood. I once saw such a scene on a small buttonwood tree in front of the door-a small chrysalis quivered slightly in the early morning of one day. I knew that there must be a new life longing for the beauty of life. Gently, the chrysalis did not know when it began to break a hole. I saw it squirming its heavy body hard, because it was longing for life, and it was not afraid of difficulties, and suddenly it was difficult, with a "tweet".
I spread my beautiful wings in an instant. Ah! It's a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly.
at that moment, it smells the fragrance of flowers and sees the blue sky, and it will feel all the magic and beauty of nature. Yes, the sunshine is always after the storm, and I will face the difficulties like that butterfly, and I will cherish this precious gift from God every time, because I always believe that on the road full of thorns, it must end in a beautiful sky.
I used to feel inferior, helpless and at the same time at a loss, but I deeply know that the sea water can only stir up beautiful waves through the beating of rocks, the sky can only show a gorgeous rainbow through the beating of lightning, and butterflies can only enjoy themselves in the beautiful world through breaking through thick pupae. Today, I am not mature enough. I always want to make one thing perfect. Maybe I can't change my natural appearance, but I can always show my smile. I can't hope to control others, but I can master myself well. Although I can't extend the length of my life, I can expand its width, thus discovering more meaning and beauty of life.
I will go further and more steadily in the future, and the footprints under the road will be deeper. 6. There is a beginning and end of the composition about growth, which is urgent < P >-In my memory, the sky of my childhood is clear and clear. Gently, pinch out the water.
-The days are under your feet, and the sound of peace is stepping on your feet. Finally, I grew up unconsciously. Later, one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are precious. Looking back, they didn't appear in fragile and glittering glass cabinets. The new era of life has replaced memories, filled the gap in the heart and made the ideal ready to move.
How do you feel about stopping in every growing station agent?