The junior high school essay on Growing Pains should be between 600 800 words, which must be in li

Growing up - being troubled and happy, but more surrounded by the contradictions of troubles. For a girl who is about to become a flower girl, it should be innocent and full of happiness. And yet - I was worried about a two-faced me.

At home, I have to play the role of a good girl, and only in a place where my mother is not outside is the world where I can truly show myself. I have grown up, and there is something called vitality in my bones, but the vitality that should have been suppressed by my mother is too dare not reveal it. This two-faced me confuses me, and I don't want to be a gentleman again, to be myself again; And my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me.

However, there is an indescribable sorrow ...... in my heart

Every time before going out, my mother always has to nag: girls must sit and stand, they must not laugh loudly, and they must say hello to acquaintances when they see ......In fact, I have heard all this so well that I can almost recite it backwards, and my mother is just a "routine", repeating it. But this seems to me to be a cloak of hypocrisy over my true appearance.

Only on the outside. Without my mother's constraints, I was able to laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, and sing ...... as I wantedEnjoy the joy of growing up without restraints. Although passers-by on the street saw it and sighed that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly.

But that doesn't stop us, we continue to have fun.

What kind of me am I: Mom's good girl? Energetic teens?

Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don't have to hide myself, I am an energetic teenager. I'm no longer under the control of adults, I've grown up.

Later, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; On the outside, I'm energetic but not crazy. This is a two-sided me, but I love this me, this two-sided me.

The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles, I am growing, feeling growth, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles!

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.......

It's better to sit down and write honestly

Growing pains.

Counting on my fingers, more than 4,400 days have been flicked by my fingers.

quietly flowed away. I have long said goodbye to childishness, farewell to innocence, and entered the door of junior high school. That golden time has long been like a long river surging eastward, and it is no longer and cannot be reversed.

The joy of playing can only become a beautiful memory in my heart, leaving only a blue melancholy around me.

When you think about it, it seems that there are no troubles now, but in fact, you are already in troubles. Dig out your mind to write a good article; digging out the hollow to get a high score; I want to study hard. I feel that my mind is too disproportionate to my age.

There are some things that are thought too much and seen too clearly, which is not a kind of annoyance.

I always want to improve my grades, but I can't get my way. Either this subject missed, or that subject failed. These are things I never expected.

Who doesn't want to get a good score, but everyone's ability is different, and the effort is different, so the "fruit" of the harvest is also shriveled and full. That's why I can only say, "Do your best!"

Finish. Life is only wonderful when there is competition – these are my words of consolation. But despite this, there are still a lot of worries that linger on me: as a student, I told myself that I couldn't get too bad grades; As a daughter, I told myself not to let my parents down;

But on the other hand, if I get a good grade so easily, wouldn't it be a great loss of its own meaning and people's desire to have it? When you think about it this way, there are a lot fewer worries. But there is another view formed in my mind - although there is some truth in the above statement, it is too naïve, a bit like saying that grapes are sour if you can't eat them.

If you don't work hard, good grades won't come to your door. So, my troubles are still like a shadow, following me all the time. This may be a mediocre nuisance, but it is true that this should be the trouble that most students face.

It was another dead night, the stars and the moon were in the sky, how bright and happy, and I was troubled. I want to be the stars and the moon because they are fast, but I don't want to grow up, and if someone invents a potion in the future in the 22nd century that doesn't grow up, I'm definitely going to buy it, I don't want to grow up. It's annoying to grow up!