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As we grow up, we have to face more and more problems, some of which we can think more clearly and thoroughly. We're growing, that's a fact.

We're growing, and I'm thinking if I had to choose, would I still choose to grow? I think I would, maybe it had something to do with my personality, I didn't like to be kept in the dark, I had to know everything, maybe it wasn't realistic, but I stuck with it.

Growing up is always with troubles, because the more you know, the more you think, the more you take care of it, the more troubles will naturally increase, there is one thing I feel very strange, the things that I used to hate very much can now be understood, and agree with their behavior, I don't want to make too many guesses about my behavior, the ideas accepted in junior high school life have made me understand everything. It used to be wrong to think that some behaviors were weird, but growing up made me face more and more confusion. What I think is right can be wrong, which makes me inevitably hesitate to make decisions, and this is also what makes me miserable, the more I know, the more ignorant I become!

Sometimes I have a negative emotion about what life is for in the world, and what can I do if I don't die in the end, maybe there are many people who have this kind of thought, but I haven't thought about it like this before, is this also brought about by growth, I pondered ......

Growth may be a kind of medicine that makes people sensible, and it is also it that makes us change ourselves. Growth makes me optimistic, let us pursue something, I will think that I will die in the future, but I can make my life more exciting! I've seen a report that there's a very popular hip-hop trend now, and a lot of young people are playing this route, and they claim to be going to do it all the way to the age of seventy or eighty!

Growing up made me understand that I am no longer alone, but the sustenance of my family, and I understand that this is my inseparable responsibility. I like the feeling of being cared for, and likewise, it's a kind of dependence!

Growing up made me understand that the path you are going to take is your own choice, not imposed on you by someone else, and that you can create the life you want instead of complaining all day long!

Growing up made me understand that nothing can compare to your family affection, family affection is everything to you, family affection makes you feel at home, family affection makes you feel at home no matter where you are, and family affection is the best painkiller when you are hurting.

Growing up made me understand what I can do in my world, and if I work hard, I will be able to succeed!

Growing up made me understand that you are not always the strongest, and you also need the help of others!

Growing up made me understand that your destiny is in your own hands!

Growing up has taught me so much, growth is a fact that we can't avoid so I choose to face it, because I know the benefits of growth, I like to grow up gradually, I feel like I'm the artist, watching my artwork gradually perfect, this is something worth looking forward to for a lifetime, I'm really a little excited! What was I like when I was old, was it full ......of children and grandchildren?I'm going to make my dreams come true, so goodbye! ''[l

That dusk, I walked slowly and step by step on the path alone. Suddenly, a fallen leaf brushed over his shoulders and slowly fell into the palm of his spread hand, and the delicate silk veins were slightly bent, like a smart butterfly, trembling slightly. It went to a funeral so calmly.

An inexplicable pain spread in the bottom of my heart.

I have always thought that life is an extremely serious topic, which is different from the colorful youth and golden years, and should be filled with heavy emotions, including all the true, good, beautiful, and pure. It's just that it's too fragile, and it always inadvertently touches the pain in my heart.

That's why the death of a puppy many years ago makes me cry bitterly, and the sight of withered petals makes me sad. However, it was the death of my grandmother that really made me understand and understand the meaning of life. I had no premonition before that sudden blow; Those beautiful memories will not be stopped by my love.

At that moment, all thoughts about life collapsed, and a sadness and loss that bordered on despair went straight to the bottom of my heart. Suddenly, I don't know when I saw this sentence - a person will not understand death until he sees it: he knows nothing about it.

Yes, the feeling of pain is limited to the suffering of the body and skin in general; Is the concept of death more than a simple separation of spirit and body? Sentient beings go to great lengths to prolong their lives, but in fact, life is decaying and disappearing every minute. It dawned on me.

Stendhal's epitaph reads: "Lived, written, loved." "No one spends their entire life passionately chasing the ideals they have sown:

Sometimes vigorous, sometimes silent, sometimes high-spirited, sometimes conservative and tired......But for us, as long as we take our hearts, step through this meadow, climb over this hill, and flow through this stream, the end is secondary.

As Rabindranath Tagore said, "There is no trace of wings in the sky, and I have flown them." "When life knows that the evening breeze blows through the autumn water of the soul, there is no need to be sentimental: life, we have already pursued, not to seek perfection, but to seek no regrets.

Every day, we have to think about something, whether it's right or wrong, no matter what others think. I just don't want to leave regrets, and I don't want to regret it when I'm gone. Learning to think, growing in thinking, is the best gift ever.

The river of years flows slowly, the footprints of growth are deeply left, and suddenly looking back, there are strings of deep or shallow footprints left on the road of growing up, recording joy and sorrow, accompanying me all the way.

When I was a child, I always loved to play with my friends in the sand pit downstairs, stepping on a grain of extremely soft sand, how happy and comfortable. Accidentally, I fell down and struggled to get up. A series of footprints appeared behind us, and the sun shone on our smiling faces, and the smile became even brighter.

Those series of footprints record joy, record my growth. When I was a child, I was happy and carefree, and I hope that I will always be when I was a child.

I was in kindergarten, and I loved to read at that time. Every evening, I always pestered my mother to take me to the bookstore to read, through the bustling pedestrian street, to the door of the bookstore. When I was a child, I always loved to step on those big footprints printed on the door, how funny.

Although I don't have the same happiness as when I was a child, I do have another more fulfilling happiness, which is reading. Books take me to the ocean of knowledge, and the big footprints outside the bookstore are a testimony to my happy growth.

Now that I'm in the sixth grade, I'm overwhelmed by the pressure, and I've failed again and again.

Today, I failed the exam again, holding the math exam paper with less than eighty points in my hand, tears rolling in my eyes, and I was annoyed. Listlessly walking on the way home, I inadvertently stepped into the sand pit where I played there, a string of footprints came down, a gust of wind blew the test paper in my hand away, blown into the sand pit, I hurriedly went to pick it up, suddenly, I saw the footprints, reminded me of the happy footprints I left when I was a child running here, and also reminded me of the huge footprints that I stepped on in front of the bookstore in kindergarten. Thinking of this, I smiled, and laughed from the bottom of my heart.

Ah, I see, in fact, happiness is with me, with my growth.

Isn't that failure and setback a reminder of happiness? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Only by withstanding the test can there be happiness, the fullest happiness.

Only laughter can make you feel the existence of happiness. Yes, I nodded firmly, I must work hard, I want to get good grades! I picked up the exam paper and strode home......Behind me there are a series of footprints, in the sunlight, it turns gold, it is the footprint that leads to success, to happiness.

Thanks to the footprints of growth, I have regained my self-confidence and the happiness I had when I was a child. Indeed, you just have to look closely to find out. And this happiness is like footprints that will always follow us and grow with us.

"> "Growth is a door of leaves, there is a group of beloved people in childhood, spring is a journey, the vicissitudes of life... Every time this familiar song "Wish" rings in my ears, I am reminded of the story of my upbringing.

I had just turned 10 and went to the playground with my cousin.

As soon as I came to the playground, I saw three jumping poles of different sizes, and if I looked closely, there were scale miles on the poles. The tallest is 120cm, followed by 80cm, and the shortest is also 60cm.

There are 3 jumping poles here, can you jump them all? My cousin asked on a whim.

Jump over?! "I opened my mouth wide, leaving aside the 120cm pole for now, just jumping over the 80cm pole was not easy for me at that time.

The first one, which is 60cm high, I jumped over with ease. The second one was barely completed at the urging of my cousin.

Next, I had a hard time. I hesitated for a few moments before the third rod and didn't dare to jump, and beads of sweat began to ooze from my forehead.

Jump. "My cousin continued to encourage me, but sometimes it was counterproductive.

But, I, but... I started to speak incoherently.

Fear? "My cousin spoke my mind.

"I tried to calm my mind and took a deep breath.

Afraid of what? The cousin was a little anxious, "Afraid of falling?" ”

Well. "In order not to show my nervousness, I chose to talk as little as possible.

You see, this is a lawn, what happens if you fall down? ”

These words seemed to be full of magical power, which made my heart feel relieved and my whole body relaxed. I believe this is what it feels like to see the sky through the clouds.

I took a few steps back, mustered all my strength, and sprinted forward with the momentum of "the strong man is gone", but when I ran to the pole, I reflexively stopped. My legs immediately went limp, as if they didn't obey me.

Jump, what are you waiting for? "My cousin seems to be in a hurry.

No, do it again.

I took a few more steps back, took a deep breath, and sprinted forward, the wind whistling in both ears, seemingly cheering me on. As I got closer to the rod, I slowed down, used all my strength, and leaped...

Yes! I'll jump over it! "I cheered with joy because this jump made me say goodbye to timidity and go to bravery, and grow into a brave person!!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile with the pen in my hand.

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.

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 carefully, taste the troubles of growth, "annoyance and annoyance", time is also "walking and 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......