Who has grown up essay, junior high school

Straddle. It's not the same critical person, it's just me who is silent. The faint air, the messy picture, seems incongruous ......

Epigraph The sky was gray, and it was still drizzling. I walked alone on a country road, surrounded by empty and eerily quiet, and in a mood as wet as the weather. Without the cuckoo cry in spring, the croaking of frogs in summer, and the rustle of leaves blown by the wind in autumn, the only thing I could hear was my intermittent sobbing ......

Pacing forward, through the dim moonlight, I could faintly see a narrow ditch. Although the water in the ditch had frozen and lost its former agility, I still couldn't cross it. As soon as I saw it, I remembered everything that had happened last night, and the ditch that my mother had dug between us with her own hands—a slap that resounded in the night sky.

From that moment on, I fled from that "home", which was once so important to me, but now, it seems worthless. It was he, in my heart, who I always identified as him, my stepfather, who broke the spiritual bridge between me and my mother. Since he came to us, my mother has cared a lot less about me and rarely asked me about my studies.

As long as I think of the days when I was with my mother, even if it was very hard, I always feel a trace of warmth, but now, my mother has changed and has become as cold as a stranger, which makes me feel overwhelmed.

The vows I once made with my mother have long since been extinguished, and the hope that my mother had for me is gone. What am I going to do? Who can save me?

So I looked around, longing for another ...... that would save my lifeSuddenly, I looked back and saw a sparrow perched at my feet. Its feathers were sparse and shivering in the cold wind, but if you looked closely, its steps kept moving forward, as if it were about to cross the ...... ditchLooking, listening, thinking, as if another force surged in my heart, encouraging me to cross the narrow ditch, I slowly raised my feet, the birds on the side were also constantly flapping their wings, gradually, a ray of light appeared in the sky, with a ray of sunshine in that winter, we crossed the small ditch together.

Since then, the bird has flapped its wings and flew, and my heart has drifted with the wings, and I have no way of knowing where my heart should go, but I firmly believe that it will definitely build a bridge again and reach the other side of happiness.

The sun is warm, time is slow, it is not difficult to cross the gap of the heart, even if it is not at the same critical point, it is ......enough to be able to breathe the same air