Theme: Growing pains I want to say to you 600 semi propositions Urgently need !!!!

Mom, I want to say to you.

I live in a warm, harmonious and happy family, and my father and mother like me very much and love me, especially my mother. My mother works in a bank, and she is in charge of personnel and education, and she has a lot of business, and she is very busy at work. Despite this, my mother had to take me to and from school every day, dressing me, tying my shoes, packing my school bag, serving food, washing my socks, ......In short, all my life is made by my mother**.

What I want to say is that it's not that I don't do it, it's that my mother doesn't believe me and always says I'm a child. My mother's request to me was that as long as I studied hard. But, Mom, I want to say ...... to you

I remember one time, I was going to learn English after school, just in time for my dad to go on a business trip, and your unit was also busy, so I didn't get out of it for a while, so I went to the English school by myself. Afterwards, I thought that I would be complimented by you, that I had grown up, but I was reprimanded harshly by you; Another time, our class was in physical education class and had a 50-meter race, and my sprint performance was not bad, but before the race, my shoelaces suddenly opened, because you usually do it for me, I don't know how to tie my shoes, and I was embarrassed to let the teacher and classmates help me, so I ran the penultimate ......

In daily life, I go to wash the dishes, and you say that I am still young; I wash my socks, and you say I can't wash them; I'll help you clean up your room, and you say I'm making trouble. Mom, I'm 9 years old, a second-grader, and I'm not a toddler anymore. At the beginning of the new semester, with my hard work, you finally promised me that I could go to school by myself, but you still had to stand on the balcony every day, look at me, and open the window to tell me

Don't play on the road, pay attention to the car, and walk well. ”

My good mother, I know that you love me deeply, but mother, you should let me learn to do things, learn to take care of myself, because I will eventually grow up, go to school outside, go to work. I'm really worried that you won't be able to stand it then, and I'm even more worried about whether I'll be able to live on my own.

Mom - I want to say to you, you have a heavy hobby.

This one. I think the essay I write is the best, copied online, other people's ** is not your level, for your good or write yourself, even if the writing is not good, the teacher is also pleased, and the advice is generally against the ear. I'm not here to educate you, I'm just giving you a piece of advice.

Tomorrow is to give you a question directly, and the half proposition is to give you half of the question and fill in the remaining half by yourself.

The half-proposition is to only give half of the essay questions, and the other half is for you to add, for example, () is really good, the parentheses are for you to fill in, under normal circumstances, the parentheses are replaced by a horizontal line, I can't type the horizontal line.

The propositional essay is to give you a complete topic, such as: It's good to read.

It is to give you half of the questions, for example, the first ......, the teacher.

I think the essay on this title should be written in combination with your own real feelings, and what others write may be their own troubles and may not be applicable to you. Some children's families are not in harmony, and their parents often quarrel, so their troubles may come from the family; There are also some children who have a particularly heavy learning task, and their troubles come from learning; There are also children who may have low self-esteem because of certain aspects such as appearance, family background, etc. So everyone's troubles are different, so you should write according to your actual situation.

Growing pains.

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. When the "beginning" arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weak point" by the "enemy" and fired a shot, and the vulnerable me was sacrificed on the "blood" field, but I stood up again when I "picked up the lamp and read the scroll in my sleep, and dreamed of reciting poems when the bell rang". 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.

The young man doesn't know the taste of 'annoyance'", 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.......