In this way, you will grow up slowly, and your figure will always accompany you.
Warm moments often unfold in memory, and all the scenes are as clear as ever. "Dadada …" Your hurried footsteps sounded in the empty corridor. You just got off work, the little sweat on your forehead hasn't dripped, and the dust on the road hasn't dispersed, so you open your hand and want to hug me. The sun shines on you through the glass, showing a golden light. I was led by my grandmother and still learning to walk. I jumped at you, one step, two steps, three steps ... your face gradually enlarged in front of my eyes. I jumped into your arms and looked up. Your unshaven beard stung me slightly, but I saw the smile overflowing from your mouth and giggled with it.
In this way, I learned to go my own way in your warm arms.
On the forest path, you took me for a walk in the sunset. The sun shone lazily on the ground, leaving two long and narrow figures. You wrapped your big hand around my little hand, hugged me, and taught me to recognize the grass on the roadside. Bo Gongying floated gently on the horizon, and the wind slowly danced up the dead leaves on the roadside. Looking at the dead leaves flying all over the sky, I am afraid to hide behind you and hide my body in your shadow. You squat down, gently pull me with your warm hand and say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." I looked up at your gentle eyes, walked slowly with trembling steps, took a step, looked around again to make sure there was nothing unusual, looked at you again, and you nodded to encourage me. Two steps, three steps, I slowly accelerate, the wind is still whistling in my ear, but it can't stop my steps. You follow me and anxiously tell me to run slowly. You couldn't help laughing when you heard my giggle.
In this way, I understand what courage is in your gentle encouragement.
Time slips through my fingers, I grow up gradually, and you are aging unconsciously. After middle school, my time at home is getting less and less, but the loneliness in your eyes is getting more and more. As soon as I get home, you bring me a glass of water. I took it and drank it in one breath. I didn't notice you and some white hairs on your temples. When I take a closer look, there are countless white hairs hidden in your thick hair. My heart can't help sinking. I didn't know you were old, but you still cared about me. It took me a long time to remember that I haven't hugged you for a long time. You slightly zheng, also turned around and hugged me, warm hand covering my head, gently stroking.
In this way, in your meticulous care, I know how to repay and be grateful.
With your company, I grew up slowly.
I have a warm home, my mother loves me, my father loves me and my sisters care about me. In this family, I thought about how to study better and how to repay them, but I never thought I needed to grow up.
Freshman this year, I came to my dream high school with great excitement. I sent away the nagging of my parents who were helping me fold the quilt with joy. I'm like a bird that just came out of a cage. I am very excited. I walked around the new school alone, strolled around, stopped to rest when I was tired, skipped to eat when I was hungry, and went to sleep happily when I was sleepy.
However, soon, I began to feel "acclimatized".
I don't know anyone around me and even forget how to make friends. No one cares about me, no one plays with me, and I am lonely and miserable. After a few days, I feel that the food in the canteen is not as delicious as my mother's, the bed in the dormitory is not as comfortable as my home, and the people here are not as kind as my former classmates ... everything makes me feel strange and uneasy. I miss my parents, my home and my friends!
But at school, I have no communication tools to contact them. After suffering for another four years, day after day, I finally look forward to going home.
When I got home, I saw a familiar face. My heart is a little more stable. These days, my mother and I hugged each other. It seems that we have been separated for more than ten years, and our eyes are red. My mother held my hand tightly. I told my mother all my thoughts and sadness, and I even said that I didn't want to go to school again. My mother frowned and whispered, "xx, my mother knows your suffering. It's not easy to go to a school that far away. You should also go to school. Take good care of yourself and don't be picky about food as before ... "I listened to my mother and closed my eyes. I know that even if my mother loves me, it is impossible for me to suffer these hardships instead of me. Later, I still have to face them myself, even if I am wronged again, even if I am sad again.
Now I suddenly understand my sister. Although she is far from home, she always comes home with a smiling face. I thought she was really happy, but now I understand that she never reported good news or bad news, grew up silently and propped up a sky for herself. Thinking of this, I buried all my grievances in my heart.
I realized my naivety and immaturity. From then on, I calmed down, slowly accepted everything around me, faced life with a smile and took everything seriously.
Someone once said, "The road of life is very long. Parents can't lead you for life. It is inevitable to fall when you learn to walk, but you should get up from where you fell. If you are in trouble, you should learn to solve it yourself. You can't always depend on your parents. " Yes, I need to be independent and grow up. Even if I haven't really tasted life yet, even if I'm not enough to face any big waves now, what does it matter? Home is around, and in my heart, I can grow up little by little under the care of my family.
Just grow up slowly. Some people say, "Growth is a process, in which there are pains, joys, disappointments and hopes. Everyone doesn't want to grow up and mature, but the passage of time will push reluctant innocent children to mature so-called adults. " And I thought: just grow up slowly!
Standing with my mother, I am obviously much taller than my mother. Many people will say, "Oh, how time flies! The children are all grown up! " "At this moment, I was thinking: Really? Have I really grown up? I think the more I grow up, the less I live up to expectations!
The teacher once said: "Now, parents are thinking about what good schools to enroll their children in, but some parents are worried about whether their children can be admitted to high school. How sad this is! " Yes, so is my mother, but she is anxious about things that disappoint me, but she never worries about me. Let's just say that my mother never complained to me when she came back from the parent-teacher conference. She just said to me, "Mom, that's the same sentence. You have to work hard by yourself. If you have worked hard, you can be proud of your failure. " On the contrary, you will reap the consequences. "Looking at my mother's heavy eyes, I don't know what to say. My sister reassured my mother even more. It can be said that my sister is my mother's pride. Although my mother was so strict with her sister at the beginning, it seems right now. I have been spoiled since I was a child, and now I am not half as good as my sister. But my mother always said to me, "Sister is my mother's pride, but my mother always hopes that one day you can be my pride and make my mother really proud, so you should work harder!" "
It is said that children are naive and always look forward to the future. When I was a child, I always promised my mother, "My son will be your pride when he grows up." But now, like a bubble, it will soon disappear.
When my mother comes home with a tired figure, she can always see me sitting on the sofa watching TV, but my mother never scolds me. She would say to me, "I can't watch this episode anymore!" Otherwise, I'll get addicted to watching it in the future and I won't do my homework. Hey! ""well, mom, I'm not a child anymore. Don't always talk to me like a child! " I said in disgust, "Hey-that's where you're wrong. No matter how old you are, you will always be a child in your mother's eyes. If you are sixty or seventy years old and your mother is still alive, I will pick up a cane and hit you when you are naughty. "The tired mother said energetically again." Haha, I am sixty or seventy years old, you are eighty or ninety, and you are one hundred years old. Do you still have the strength to hit me? "My mother and I both smiled happily.
I never worry about parent-teacher conferences, because I know my mother won't scold me. I don't study well, and I never worry that my mother will be partial, because I know that my mother has always loved me; I don't study well, and I never worry that my mother will scold me when she sees me watching TV, because I know my mother will remind me that it's time to study in another way!
This is how I grew up, and I hope to grow up like this!
Just grow up slowly. No matter what, you are growing. You can't refuse. You must grow up.
I love the most beautiful touch; A trickle, I held the clearest one; Looking back at the forest, I love maple leaves best. Looking back at the footprints of growth, I grew up slowly, and I grew up slowly in change.
I don't remember when the two osmanthus trees in front of the door were planted, only that they were a good place for me to rest and play a long time ago. Whenever the sun goes down, I drag my grandmother to get the simple swing on the balcony and hang the two ends of the rope between the branches of two trees. I took my grandmother to sit on it, and she took out the augmented text from her pocket and shook it slowly with a pu umbrella, reading it to me word by word. I looked up at the starry sky, from time to time, looked at my grandmother and listened carefully to a few famous sayings. Several meteors crossed the sky, and some osmanthus flowers above my head inlaid some silk lace for the sky. It was dark and I was daydreaming, but I didn't know how to daydream at that time, just looking forward to growing up quickly. I sleep on the osmanthus tree every day, enjoying the coolness brought by the cattail leaf fan and falling asleep.
I grew up slowly under the influence of Gui Xiang, and spent years in bloom and fall. Along the way, my grandmother read Augmentation every night, which is the fruit of osmanthus trees in autumn. In school, I happily accept all kinds of knowledge every day and spend all my free time studying. Enjoy the fun after solving the problem. At sunset in the evening, I set up my small square table and reviewed my lessons by the afterglow of the sunset. At that time, the autumn wind blew slowly, and the small osmanthus on the osmanthus tree plopped into my page, which seemed to indicate that my efforts would be fruitful. Whenever I am in the middle of the study, grandma will move a small bench to sit next to me and put the steaming cup of tea in her hand on my desk. This is not an ordinary green tea, but a unique tea in my hometown. I can enjoy my study in all aspects and feel the happiness of growing up. The process of beating leaves through the forest is vigorous, which is only the beginning of growth.
I have grown up again. As I get older, my studies are getting heavier. After entering junior high school, I went out early and returned late, immersed in the study of the sea all day. I also have to deal with annoying exams, big and small, and I am always worried about whether volleyball and long-distance running are qualified. Even the time by the osmanthus tree is less, and the time with grandma is less. In these days and nights, I am a slave to time.
Presumably this may be a change brought about by growth. Those who accompanied me all the way disappeared. I moved and left those two osmanthus trees. My grandmother was old and ill, and left me after years of companionship. I can't hear my grandma's reading and taste her tea any more. Everything is changing too fast, which is not what I want.
I have been working hard for my dream, and I am growing up in change.
Anyway, that's how I grew up in change.
I can't refuse, so I grow up slowly.
In this way, I grew up slowly. There are flowers in spring, months in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Because of your company, I have slowly passed through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In spring and March, I always like to lie in the early morning sunshine and precipitate the noise in my heart in books, so that my heart will be as quiet as lead. When I see plum rain pool's intoxicated green when I am upset, I want to touch the spring water with my lips, so my heart will be tender in the spring water in Hunan. When I was confused and ignorant, it was the light of the little orange lamp that guided me forward, making me believe that everything would be fine, and my heart was full of firm beliefs; When I am unhappy because of other people's accusations, Mr. Guo Moruo's interesting earthworm suicide experience makes me laugh, and also makes me deeply reflect on myself, boldly put aside other people's eyes and do what I want to do ... But more often, the truth in the book will be like a stone tablet lost in the sand of time, and with the passage of time, it has experienced more and more fateful ebbs and flows, and those true meanings are gradually revealed, which makes me alert ...
The beautiful trees covered the summer heat in June, and I hid under the cover of the grape trellis and fell into a poetic dream, as if I were in a dream. The shrill cry of sparrows is also like the crow of pheasants. Listen, isn't the sound of the wind blowing the leaves just singing "the wind is rustling and the water is cool"? The sweet and soft voice of a cat is like the shallow singing voice of a pipa girl ... All summer, poems were woven into my soft quilt, which made my heart feel beautiful.
Golden wheat waves are woven into garlands in September. Faced with this situation, I heard from Sister Lin's song "Rain in Autumn Window" that there was no sadness at all, and there was no lament that "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night", but the youthful "I said autumn wins spring". Autumn is a fruitful season, and my thoughts are gradually enriched in my heart.
Snow is the dandruff left by God in January. Looking at the earth wrapped in white, I have long forgotten the sigh of the birds throwing themselves into the forest. On the contrary, there is a strong ambition of "counting romantic figures and looking at the present", and blood is rushing in the blood vessels. I really have the idea of "trying to compete with the weather" In winter, it not only makes me think calmly, but also makes me feel grateful for my motherland.
In the four seasons, the only constant is the company of books, which accompanies me to grow up slowly. It is a Pandora's box worthy of my life's protection.
Life is like making tea. Before boiling, it is a cup of boiled water. After boiling, add tea leaves and it becomes a delicious cup of tea.
Childhood-honey tea
When we were young, we were so carefree and happy. When spring comes, my friends and I go hiking and having an outing. I collected beautiful wild flowers on the mountain, knitted garlands and put them on my head and hands, and rolled and played on the grass until the sun went down, and then I reluctantly left home. Summer is coming. We are barefoot, rolling our trouser legs, stepping on the beach, touching small fish, turning over crabs and playing with Shui Piao. Although later became a drowned rat, but looking at each other's appearance, a happy laugh became the most beautiful voice every summer. Autumn came, and we walked into the Woods and crunched on the soft leaves. You kicked me, accompanied by insects and birds, and a wonderful music echoed in the forest. When winter comes, we put on thick down jackets, have snowball fights in the snow, make snowmen, play hide-and-seek, throw handkerchiefs and catch chickens with eagles ... year after year, we grow up carefree and happy like children, just like honey tea, so sweet and beautiful.
Now-Kudingcha
Now our life is boring, and the only fun is the relief and happiness when trying to achieve the ideal result. Today, we are like clockwork robots, running around school and home at two o'clock. Our life is nothing but study, there is no happiness, and there are many troubles. We are worried that we will be surpassed by others, that we will not meet the expectations of teachers and parents, and that we will not do well in exams. The only thing that will make us happy is that we have achieved satisfactory results in the exam, but that is only temporary. So we grew up in trouble. Now, although our life is bitter and happy, it is no longer as beautiful as when we were children.
A process of transformation and growth, from simple to complex, from naive to mature. Every time you shed a layer of your body, you suffer more, but you are getting closer and closer to "breaking the cocoon into a butterfly".
That's how I grew up. I got on the time machine and crossed time tunnel. Back in the past, I found that I grew up under my mother's slap.
According to my mother, I was very thin when I was born and often cried. I think, at that time, my mother must often have trouble sleeping for me. Whenever I cry, you will gently hold me in your arms, bow your head and stare at my immature face, gently blame me and pat me gently with your palm. Your slapping is like a lullaby, which makes me sleep peacefully and grow with me.
When I was in kindergarten, you picked me up every day. At that time, as soon as school was over, I would stand on tiptoe and look for you with my head held high in the crowd. Then there will be your crisp applause. I looked inside and found you crouching behind me, clapping your hands at me, waiting for me to jump into your arms. How warm and happy! At that time, your clapping was like a small bell tied with a thread, which always led me to find you.
Entering adolescence, I somehow become rebellious and disobedient. I like talking back to you and hate your nagging. I always don't want you to take care of me everywhere. Once, I quarreled with you because you refused to take me to the dinosaur park and refused to give in at all. You slapped me in the face when you were angry. I froze and looked at you trembling in amazement. For a moment, I rushed into the room and buried my face in it. After hearing your apology, I remembered your concern for me. I hate myself and ask myself how I became so selfish and heartless. It is you who taught me to reflect on myself and to be grateful.
I've changed a lot since then. Learn to help with some housework. Whenever you see me concentrate on washing clothes, you will quietly come to my side, gently touch my shoulder with your palm and say, "Well done!" " "When I eat my cooking, I will pat my shoulder with your palm and show a satisfied smile. At that time, your palm was your recognition and praise to me.
The days passed day by day. One day, let me cut your nails, stare at more and more wrinkles on your face, touch your warm and slightly rough palm, and my heart rises with infinite warmth. It was this palm that once accompanied me to sleep and held me in my arms; It was this palm that taught me to be a man and grow up with me.