An essay on growing up is 500 words, and I thank you here

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In my growth story, there are many regrets: I did something wrong, I lied for fear of being scolded, and I regretted it; I quarreled with my best classmates and regretted it; Because of carelessness, I blamed and wronged others, and I regretted ......Countless regrets, most of which have become gray memories, faintly hiding in the dark corners of their hearts, and finally not seeing the light of day, may have forgotten, forgotten; However, that story of growth has forever, forever left a deep imprint in my heart.

I remember when I was in the third grade, on a beautiful and harmonious spring day, on the weekend, I was helping my mother, who was busy with work, to wipe the dusty porcelain at home, and I couldn't help but think happily: When my parents come back, they will definitely praise me as a "little adult". So, my heart blossomed, and I hummed happily while diligently wiping the porcelain in my hand.

When wiping a beautiful vase, because I was too self-righteous and careless, there was a "snap", oops, my mother's most beloved vase seemed to be "sacrificed" in order to punish me for my momentary laxity and negligence! I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, thinking: what to do, what to do, what to do!

When my mother came back, she would definitely not say a word, and she spread her palms and hit me. What to do! I was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

So, I hurriedly cleaned up the "fall site" of the vase. It didn't take long for me to open the door and see that my mother was back. Mom looked around, and it made me collapse.

It's so clean, worthy of being my good son! Mom said with a smile that she didn't find anything.

I smiled wryly and thought to myself: what should I do? If my mother finds out later, she will definitely "thunder from the blue" and scold me severely. Sure enough, after a while, my mother found that the vase was "missing". So, her question rang out: "Vase."

Growing up is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the wind is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. But my growth boat has not been smooth sailing, and it has also experienced various turmoil. For me, it's sweet and sour, it's all about it.

We are growing up, but the pains of growing up are also coming. It makes people shroud in melancholy all day long.

Why are you so careless, the uppercase letters of English are written in lowercase; Mathematics is either forgetting to add the decimal point, or the brain can't turn around; The same is true of language, what should not be wrong is always wrong. ......Grades are always not improving! "Since I was in sixth grade, these kinds of words have been on my mind.

Sometimes it's the criticism of my parents, sometimes it's my self-discipline, and sometimes it's the sarcasm of my classmates.

I also 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 son, I told myself not to let my parents ...... disappointedAs a result, there is an increasing number of troubles.

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.

The only solution to this problem is to study, study, and learn again. When we were growing up, troubles came with it. But we can withstand the "attack" of all troubles and learn to grow healthily in them!

Hope it helps.