It was a mild summer day, and there was no sun to bake. No thunder; There is no sound of cicadas. Without all the interference of nature, the cool breeze blows gently, and the blue sky sets off a quiet, and pieces of white clouds that look like veils adorn the sky more beautifully. There is a beautiful new car parked in front of the door, the pink body is shining, and the black and bright handlebars are particularly attractive, so people can't help but touch it.
Next to this beautiful car, I stood there in a daze, frowning and my eyes shining. Faced with such a beautiful bicycle, who would have thought that I was considering whether I should set foot on it? In fact, it's not surprising: since the day I bought this car and taught myself, my neighbors have been concerned about it. The thought of those bloody car accident pictures on TV makes me jumpy, so that it will take a long time for my brain to vaguely receive the comforting words that make me cautious. As long as I think of riding a bicycle, I can clearly see the bloody scene in my mind. Cold sweat, bones are soft, want to collapse to the ground.
Just when I had mixed feelings, I suddenly saw a patient mother teaching her children to walk in the distance. I saw the child clumsily moving his feet, as if he had fallen into an abyss, twisted his feet and fell to the ground. I thought to myself: ha, this is a loss! At this time, the young mother hurried forward to help. Surprisingly, the child got up without waiting for his mother to lead him, and tried to get up by himself. This surprised me suddenly. I thought, doesn't he hurt? The mother on the side smiled and stared at the child awkwardly, which was very gratifying.
At that moment, I suddenly understood, yes, everyone is not born with everything. Without trying and experiencing failure, how can we learn from repeated failures and move towards success?
So, I went to the bike and stepped on it. Although I have fallen down countless times in the process of learning to drive, every fall also means that I am one step closer to success. I understand that no one can succeed casually, and I deeply understand the eternal truth that failure is the mother of success.
At that moment, I grew up.
Chapter 2: At that moment, when you grow up, you always grow up. This growth does not mean that I am taller or 18 years old or older. There is often a very clear line between growing up and not growing up. This boundary may be an action, a sentence, a thing, and this moment may change a person's life. I remember the moment I grew up. ...
It was a winter afternoon, and there was a light snow in the sky. The pedestrians in the street were in a hurry, and the snow on the sidewalk was trampled into a pile of mud. All the leaves on the tree turned white, the square turned into a blank sheet of paper, and the building not far away turned into a huge Christmas tree. Countless snows keep drifting and never get tired. The scene in front of us reminds people of Cen Can's immortal poems-just like the strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
At the moment, I am walking in the cultural square in dismay. Because I quarreled with my parents, I ran out in a rage, left my legs behind and drove in the street by the sea. Unexpectedly, my leg brought me here.
The snow in the sky is still falling, and the cold wind mixed with cold snow particles lashes the earth wantonly. I sat on the long board in the park in frustration and didn't want to leave or stay. There is always a picture of arguing with my parents in my mind: why can my classmates have mobile phones, but I don't? Why? Why?
I shed tears of injustice.
Yes, why does everyone have it and I don't? The more I think about it, the less I understand. I buried my head deeply, as if I could get a moment of peace. But I don't know why a force suddenly raised my head.
I suddenly found that there seems to be a book on the chair next to me.
I reached for it, and a book, Life, came into view. I instinctively opened the book and looked through it.
At five o'clock in the evening, the sun has set, replaced by colorful neon lights in the city. The building is brightly lit, and this "Christmas tree" at night is particularly spectacular.
I closed the last page of the book and swallowed, as if I had swallowed all the beliefs in the book. Yes, we are all ordinary people living in this ordinary world, and our own lives depend on our own efforts. To "palm down" instead of "palm up", you still have to rely on yourself.
I stood up and shook the snow, feeling very relaxed. Suddenly I feel my blood boiling. Yes, if you are a man, you must rely on yourself. I'll go home soon. At that moment, I suddenly grew up for several years. At that moment, I grew up.
At that moment, when I grew up, I thought it was a mosquito that bit a small bag on my forehead, so I grabbed it with my hand. I didn't want it to be stubborn, so I grabbed it hard. At this moment, mother came. "Why don't you get up?" I couldn't help laughing when I saw my mother's big round eyes.
But I'm about to cry. There is nothing dangerous about a small red envelope. Maybe for revenge. I was greeted by a large area, red and dense. Two words, disgusting! Especially on both sides of the temple, the red acne is very comfortable to lean on me. Although I can't see them, there will still be a scene in my mind when the small red envelope attack is successful. Alas, these little guys who push their luck have the same name, acne.
I thought of a poem for no reason: this situation can't be eliminated, so I frowned and took it to heart.
Since my mother saw me with acne, Liu Mei turned upside down, changed her usual gentle style and joined the "Acne Elimination" Association with the slogan "Don't get acne as long as you are young".
The first move is violent conquest: "Isn't acne pus?" Just squeeze it out! "Well, although this recruit killed countless acne, but I also feel terrible pain, plus the scar left after extrusion. Although I am a boy, I don't like beauty, but my face is also important! Besides, where there is oppression, there is uprising. During that time, I became a pockmarked monster. Don't squeeze after the decision of the "anti-acne" Committee.
Mom won't stop there, and the piles of red dots are still crowded together to laugh at her! So she is eyeing, eager to sweep away acne with a broom, but helpless. Acne grows on my face without restraint.
Come soft! Mom thought of a trick: facial cleanser. This kind of facial cleanser with a PH value much higher than 7 will not taste fleshy for three days if it is accidentally poured on the tongue with water-it will taste astringent after a bite. Therefore, be sure to close your eyes when washing your face. Take back your lips, you can't breathe, you should wipe them with the power of sucking. This method is actually effective, and acne is actually reduced! Mother's mood is a thousand times of ecstasy. On a whim, she bought me a bunch of skin care products. ...
How annoying I am! "Young boys seldom worry ... as they get older, his worries are increasing ..." This is just my portrayal. Alas, whelk, when will you stay away from me?
One day, I saw a passage: "Growing up is a farewell to childhood. The children at this intersection are adults and adults are children; The past time passes quickly but is as clear as a spring, and the troubles of growing up are just a microcosm of a better life. " A few poems make me feel much better. Suddenly I miss the days of intrigue with acne, yes, the description of youth! In my mother's happy eyes, I am growing up slowly; I grew up in the arms of new youth's troubles.
At that moment, I grew up and sat by the window, listening to the rain outside. It's 12 spring and autumn. I am no longer a babbling baby. When love woke me up, I grew up.
The time goes back to a year ago, which was a cold winter. I came down to eat, and I felt a little sick. I thought it was nothing serious, but when I was eating, my body felt very uncomfortable. I said weakly to my mother, "Mom, I'm so hot that my head is dizzy and I feel terrible." Hearing this, my mother quickly asked me to lie down on the third floor. I was lying in bed feebly, my face was red, my forehead was burning and I was short of breath. I groaned. My mother stood by and looked at the thermometer for a while, with an anxious look on her face. She said to her father, "39. 5 degrees, fever, hurry to buy some medicine. " Father went out in a hurry, and my mother let me sleep for a while, but I felt terrible. I have a fever and feel dizzy all over, but I can't sleep. I expect my father to buy medicine from a nearby drugstore, so that my condition will be slightly better.
After a while, my mother was still wandering anxiously, but there was no sign of my father. I was a little thirsty and said huskily to my mother, "water, water." As soon as my mother listened to me, she quickly took a hot kettle and poured water into the teacup. She tasted the water and blew it off if it was too hot. After my mother's repeated attempts, I was finally able to drink water. After drinking water, I weakly asked my mother, "Why hasn't Dad come back yet?"? It's too uncomfortable. " The disease is eating away at my body. I'm not feeling well, and my mother is in a hurry. Although I was in a hurry, I comforted my father to come back at once, reassuring me.
After a while, dad finally came back. His clothes are wet, his hair is covered with raindrops, and his face is covered with traces left by raindrops. He handed the medicine to his mother without saying a word. I opened my mouth, her mother put the medicine in, and then gave me water from a cup. After taking the medicine, my body is much better. I was about to go to bed when I heard the conversation between my mother and my father. First, my mother asked my father why he came back so late. My father explained that the car was driven by my uncle. He braved the rain to buy medicine at the drugstore. Hearing my father's answer, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. My father ran so far in the rain to buy medicine for me, and I was soaked through. I can't help but shed tears. I blame myself, why I caught a cold, why I didn't take measures to prevent it, and let my father braved the rain to buy medicine. At that moment, I understood the hard work and selfless dedication of my parents over the years.
A year has passed. I am no longer a hazy and ignorant child. I have grown up. I know what I want to do, not just ask for it. I grew up under the interweaving of fatherly love and maternal love.