It turns out that growing up is a kind of happiness in 600 words

Long is your product, my product, and other products of life, sweet and sour, full of flavors. Taste it carefully, oh, it turns out that there is a different taste in my heart; Growing up is a kind of happiness.

From the croaking to the whispering, I have always been with me when I grow up, and when I call my mother with a milky voice, a warm smile ripples on my mother's cheeks; Knowing how to dress herself, Dad said comfortably: "Good daughter, grow up!" "Until I held a thick dictionary to look up words I didn't know, until I clumsily brought the food to the table, I could hear my mother and father say:

Good daughter, grow up! "I've grown up to make my mother, who works day and night, laugh happily, and give my father, who runs around day and night, a break. Mom's smile is her happiness; Dad's gentle breath was my success.

So, I said: Growing up is a kind of happiness.

Since childhood, I voluntarily did not have milk, and the theory of childhood was that I did not want to compete with the cow baby for a good mother; Since I was a child, I felt distressed when I saw others picking flowers, and the naïve theory was that flowers would hurt; Since childhood, I have not understood why small raindrops fall from the sky and why fish do not drown in the water......So, I put my arms around my father's neck and asked why, and my sister who was out of school asked why ......As time passed, when I read this knowledge from books myself, when I learned to analyze with my own rational thinking, I solved one childhood problem after another, and when I knew the answer, I smiled comfortably, and my increasingly rational thinking is growth, so I said, "Growth is a kind of happiness." ”

The ups and downs of growing up make us understand the diversity of the world. Isn't it a kind of happiness that we will feel more and learn more in our flowering season? Therefore, I said, "Growing up is indeed a blessing." ”

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the sun sets, and the day passes. Year after year, day after day, that's growth. In the process of growing up, you will experience all kinds of ups and downs, and you will have a unique taste when you taste it, which is the happiness of growth.

I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I have always grown up under the protection of my parents, carefree and free, and my simple eyes reveal great curiosity about this magical world, everything is very fresh and interesting, even if it is a broken slipper, it can be my best toy. At that time, I was so naïve, naïve and grew up under the umbrella of my family. I don't know what troubles are and what difficulties are, and I play happily under the protection of my parents.

This happiness is as short and warm as the rising sun.

Childhood is a time of fantasy. I fantasize about getting a perfect score in every exam, fantasizing about carefree and happy weekends, and dreaming of my favorite university. Sometimes they even fantasize about returning to the carefree life ...... childhoodSuch a fantasy day by day, growing day by day. When I was a child, I was happy because I saw myself growing up, saw "love", and understood that as long as there is a give, there will be a gain and ......so onThis happiness is still the same as it was in childhood, except that it is like the four arithmetic, the form has changed, but the nature has not changed.

Gradually, I grew up to be a teenager and became a teenager who liked to be independent. Autonomy, on the other hand, confronts people with new difficulties and challenges. No one can predict the future, and no one knows whether they will succeed or not, just do what they think is right, write their own juvenile chapters, and pursue their dreams.

Looking back, I used to be still muttering, but now I have begun to understand the charm of life. The ideal that has been pursued for a long time is no longer a dream to think about, and now it can catch its tail. In this process, I have grown from innocence to maturity, from relying on growth to independence, and I continue to taste the happiness of growth.

Time flies, the sun sets—it's a day; Year after year – that's growth. I have never felt how beautiful it is to grow, but I remember it like the sun, and the difference between the two is that the sun sets for a day, and growth "falls" for a lifetime.

I remember that I grew up as a toddler under the protection of my parents, carefree, and my flawless eyes revealed curiosity about the unknown world. Everything is so fresh, even if it's just a leaf, it can become my best plaything.

is such an innocence, such an innocence grew up under the umbrella held up by the family with love. I don't know what troubles are, I don't know what frustrations are, I live happily under the protection of my family, I know that this is happiness, this happiness is as delicate as the rising sun, reflecting a body of water, but it is so short-lived.

My childhood me was a fantasy me. fantasizing about being able to get a good grade; fantasizing about happy weekends; the university that you fantasize about; Even fantasies that you can always have a sheltered ...... that will not leave your family, just like when you were a childIt's this kind of fantasy that makes me wait day by day, grow day by day, and finally achieve what it means to know what it means to be troubled.

But I was still happy in my childhood, because I saw my own growth, because I saw "love", because I believed that as long as I did it, I would gain ......So, I know that this is still happiness, but in a different form like the four arithmetics, but the nature has not changed.

Later, I came to the teenager, the teenager who liked to be independent, and this autonomy made people face new troubles and challenges. No one knows what the future will look like, and no one knows if they will succeed, just trying to do what they think is right, writing an unfinished chapter of teenagers - still happiness.

The beginning of autumn has passed, and the setting sun in the west carries a red halo, as if it is a kind of return. I grew up for another day, made up stories for another day, and did things that made me feel happy for another day, so time was immersed in happiness. So, growing up is a kind of happiness.

It's hard to say. Looking back on every year of college, the biggest realization is that time flies, the four seasons of nature are reincarnated, but the four seasons of life are only once, and the time of the white horse often makes people feel unprepared. Yesterday's blue sky, the fluttering clouds, yesterday's laughter, everything yesterday is a thing of the past.

There is a process of growth, just like a fruit, when it is young, it cannot be required to ripen; If you lose the patience to wait because you can't ask for it, you may miss out on the best fruits of life. So you see, there's nothing in the world that can't be changed, it's beautiful. Happy things change; Suffering.

Troublesome things will also change, what I once thought could not be changed, many years later, I found that many things in reality have changed, and the most changed is myself. Growing up is a kind of maturity, but it is also the inexorable passage of years.

I can't forget the rainy season of the years, and the mood is so chaotic that I can't get rid of it. And now, the clouds have opened and the sky is clear. I also finally understood that growing up really doesn't mean that we do something deliberately, inadvertently.

You fall a few more times, hone a few more times, endure a few more times, and time will polish you to maturity. Maybe some people are still envious that we are about to get out of the bitter sea of exams and go out to create a sky of our own. However, parting should always be reluctant, even if we don't have earth-shattering stories here, and there is no romance of wind and snow.

But what the years remember are the notes that were once happy and the gardenias that bloom again after thanks. The sky is still the same beautiful, so many simple plots, so many complex expressions, slowly become memories, imprinted in them and our happiness of missing the past tomorrow. Therefore, the happiness of the past must be remembered, and the happiness of the present must be cherished.

Because only in this way is happiness permanent. When we reach the next leg of our life's journey, even if we are just one person, we will not feel lonely and lost. Because happiness comes from oneself.

The unfamiliar platform, the short encounter with people, are all bland happiness. Looking back at the road we have traveled, every bit of happiness will make us strong. Look up at the sky, the birds are flying freely, no matter how bitter it is, tears will not fall.

Growth is like a flower, from immature buds to weather-beaten flowers; From the gardener's careful cultivation to his own strength and bravery, experiencing the changes of the four seasons, the spring of growth, sowing that little seed. Day and night watching, expectant eyes. Experiencing a light wind and a light rain.

Looking up at the sky, why are the clouds so high? Why does it look so much like a marshmallow? Looking at the earth at a level, why are ants called ants?

Why am I not an ant? Looking down at the river, why can aquatic plants live in the water, but small grasses cannot? Blinking curiously, he looked at the gardener, telling all the questions, expecting the answers he gave, but his expression was so dazed, he laughed the questions away, and left the other question for me to study slowly:

Why do you have so many why? The mind kept repeating: Why do I have so many why?

Thinking about it every day and every night, thinking about ushering in the summer. In the summer of growth, small petals grow. Day and night appreciation, aftertaste.

Accepting his own tasks. I'm still so vulnerable, I need the shade of Aunt Big Tree, I need the care of a gardener. No more thinking about the why, because I know that this is the mystery of nature.

My only job is to hold on to the earth with my roots, and I need to learn to rely on myself, to learn to be strong, until I can see the first snow of winter, that white beauty. Aunt Dashu always sighed to me about all this, I can't help but be full of hope for the future, grow up quickly, let me grow up quickly. The idea of growing up pushed me into the arms of autumn.

In the autumn of growth, wither a little bit of withered petals. Day and night of regret, lost vision. Get ready to meet your dreams.

The sky is starting to change, there are things around me, the leaves of the trees are falling, the grass is withering, and looking at them, it is time for me to face setbacks. The gardener came often and encouraged me and made me more confident. Aunt Dashu is not as pessimistic as Xiaocao, she looked at me tenderly, the first snow we are waiting for is coming, will you give up such a beautiful scenery?

Persistence, sent me winter with snowflakes. In the winter of growth, a trace of ice is formed. Day and night sighs, excited eyes.

Admire the first snow of your life. The snow is beautiful, but as soon as the snow melts, there is a biting cold wind left. The rain stopped, and I stepped over.

Am I grown? I asked the gardener. Gardener's kind smile, you have grown up.

I smiled happily, this winter is so warm, not like the grass nagging, like the devil choking my life. When the last snow melted and I had survived the winter, I felt that I had really grown up. Looking back on those days, I am still singing a small song that is out of tune, but now I understand the charm of life; I've been chasing a dream for a long time, it's not a dream to think about, I can catch its tail.

In this process, from naivety to maturity, from dependence to independence, the road of growth is slow, and I taste the happiness it gives me.

I'm back, chirp, whoa, whoa, oh.

Some people say that happiness is selfless dedication, happiness is a feeling of the heart, and some people say that happiness is material enjoyment and financial possession, but I think that happiness is the process of experiencing bitterness to sweetness.

When I was in elementary school, the subject I hated and had the most headache was English, I hated English, and I was most afraid that my English teacher would ask me to speak. I couldn't always make up sentences made up of ABC, and I couldn't remember grammar that I didn't understand at all. Therefore, after the English test again and again, my score is really pitiful.

Always hovering between 40-50 points. I often complain, why do Chinese learn the language of foreigners? But there are plenty of real-life examples that tell me that English is important.

So, I began to try to read the ABC that gave me a headache, but when I was faced with the fact that the combined scores of my two English test papers were not as high as the scores of the first English test paper on the table, I realized what a gap is and what is powerless. As the number of exams increased, a confident self disappeared from life without a trace, and was replaced by silence. But when I saw that the "refugee friend" who frequented the English teacher's office like me had become the best English student in his class after a summer vacation, I felt very uncomfortable.

Why can't I do what others can do? I can do what he can do. Summer vacation is coming again, I don't want to give up any more opportunities, I ran to the bookstore, picked up a stack of English grammar books, bought back a bunch of English tapes, and signed up for several English cram schools, immersed myself in the English environment all day long, I firmly believed:

Where there's a will, there's a way! Eventually, after a summer vacation, I went from being a poor student with only test scores to becoming the representative of the English class in my class. I'm really happy when people look at me with envy.

At this point, I felt myself surrounded by happiness.

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