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"A little boy, rarely worried, carefree and ......"Whenever I hear the third-grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour......

When I was young, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grew up, I could do a lot of things I wanted to do, and I didn't have to carry my mother's nagging and my father's reproach.

But when I really grew up, there were a lot of troubles. When I grew up, I came home every day, and I was dizzy by a lot of homework, and I struggled to write and write, but the homework was finished today, and there will be tomorrow, and it seems that I will never finish it. At school, I was immersed in hard study all day long, and the teacher was urging me, although I took my studies very seriously, but in fact I hated studying, I was boring, boring, and bitter to learn.

I tried to be a good child, but my parents said that I had grown up, and they demanded that I have to do the same with many requirements, and I was troubled, and I was born in a sea of misery. Today I am in the third year of junior high school, and I am facing the city-wide unified examination, the burden is very heavy, and the competition is so great, what should I do if I don't take the exam? I'm worried every day, forcing me to do an extra ab paper and a tutorial book, hey, it's so boring, I just don't have fun!

After school, I didn't dare to play, to read my favorite books, I was afraid that my homework would not be completed, I could only desperately let my pen squirm on the notebook, and when the lights came on, I rode my bicycle on the way home. The curriculum gradually became heavier.

Whenever I go home in the evening to review, I look at a lot of books, I really don't know which subject to review, is it Chinese? Or math? Or English?

Or ......I'd love to have some time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while has probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to mingle with them!

But while playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was in no mood to play again. I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of all my worries, and be a carefree child again.

Obviously, homework is an indispensable task in life, especially for every primary school student, the homework assigned by the teacher is the test of learning in the classroom and the consolidation of knowledge in the day. I can understand that many students hate homework because of the heavy workload, but what's the use of hating it? Can you improve your grades?

Zi said: Learn and learn from time to time, don't you also say?

Yes, homework is a kind of consolidation and practice, and after studying, review and practice often, what a pleasant thing it is! Although in school, the hard-working and down-to-earth teachers and the students with excellent grades are all good role models for us to learn, they can only give you 60% of the knowledge, and the remaining 40% have to rely on yourself. When writing homework, the brain will remember some important content, and while writing homework, it can also obtain the essence of knowledge from many exercises, so as to understand more.

Cherish every minute and every second, and digest the knowledge that the teacher imparts to us today in the form of homework, can't we realize more truths? At the end of the day, after you have digested a lot of knowledge, don't you feel happy when you think about it carefully?

Zi said: If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die.

Yes, the homework assigned by the teacher should never be treated with a coping mentality, which will not achieve the best effect and is equivalent to wasting effort. If you only study without thinking without thinking, you will be at a loss; If you just think out of thin air and don't learn, you will be confused. As a student, you should treat your homework with a dedicated attitude, and instead of thinking hard, you will gather more questions and have no energy to digest new knowledge into your brain.

Under the dim table lamp, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The slight sweetness in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth, and the hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

The amount of homework is "difficult" and there is little play, and the seriousness of the teacher "hinders" the laughter and the heavy pressure, which "creates" us in the dream - the growing pains. Open the thick book of memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, maybe some of the past that you are tired of looking back on.

At the beginning of the "arrival", a fragile me, was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy" and fired a shot, the vulnerable me, sacrificed on the "blood" field, but a "sleep with a lamp to read the scroll, dream back to the bell and recite poems" I stood up again. During those years, I was confused in the dark, and in addition to studying, sometimes I would find a place on the grass that had not yet withered yellow, and sometimes I would be in front of my desk or by the windowsill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance fighting, just to give out the last trace of bright green. What kind of trees are those?

I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, my heart is full of thoughts, and when my eyes return to the tree, my mood suddenly brightens, the stress is gone, and I can devote myself to my busy studies.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has filled the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My struggle, overcoming the troubles, overcoming everything, made it seem to be the last trace of bright green, and also emitted the same brilliance equivalent to the height of summer. "Young people don't know the taste of 'annoying'", but at the turn of this "mountain and water", if anyone relaxes, what awaits you is "thousands of swamps and thorns". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "willows and flowers, green mountains and green waters".

Do you really want to let your troubles turn into wisps of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored, and make you miserable?

If growing up is a book, then troubles are typos hidden in the depths of the paragraphs; If growth is a blank slate, then troubles are a blemish attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar, as if they have been bothering us, in the nature of growing up, the past like a breeze of learning, is now blown away in the depths of memory by the storm of learning and pressure attack.

The temperature of the tea was no longer felt in the hands, and the fog that permeated the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "bitterness and happiness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growth, "annoyance and annoyance", time is also "walking", and the experience is "more", and taste the tea again, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the soul.......

I don't know if it will work, you can try it first.

When I came home in the evening, I was angry and wrote my homework.