Write an essay on rejection .

Maybe it's because I'm too weak, maybe it's because I care too much about other people's feelings, so I can't bear to say "no" when faced with other people's requests. Even if it is an unreasonable request, I will always say yes, and I often regret it afterwards, and I am full of contradictions about this. More than once I made a determination to learn to say no to others, but every time I was confronted with those begging eyes, I flinched.

Finally one day, I did, and I refused an unreasonable request. Although it caused me trouble for the time being, I believe I did the right thing. After more than half an hour of hard work, I finally completed the test paper.

Just breathed a sigh of relief! Here's the trouble. "Can you lend us your papers?"

The back table asked me softly. I clearly knew the purpose of her borrowing the papers, and I also knew that I had become their dependence and could not escape. I sighed helplessly, I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't say it, so I reluctantly handed her the test paper.

The back suddenly became lively, right, right, changed, copied. Listening to their voices made me feel very uncomfortable, and I knew that I was helping them make mistakes and help them avoid learning. But I was weak and didn't even have the courage to refuse.

Do I know it's wrong? But if you don't......Alas! Let her go!

I lowered my head and did my homework, but the voices behind me grew louder and louder, and from time to time there were always smiling faces in front of me now and crying faces in frustration in the future. I can't stay out of it anymore, I can't pretend nothing happened, it's all my fault. Suddenly, an inexplicable impulse drove me to turn around and quickly pull my test paper from those hands.

They were stunned for a moment, looking at my serious faces, and seemed to understand something, but they still looked at me with begging eyes, hoping that I would relented once again and put down the test paper. Indeed, looking at their begging gazes, I wavered again, my heart softened, and I felt that I had done so too ruthlessly. But in the end, I still mustered up the courage, gritted my teeth and said:

You are expected to complete your homework independently. They were all silent, and I smiled again and said, "It's okay, it's not difficult at all, you can definitely do it, how will you know if you don't try."

Listening to my words, they were disappointed, but I knew that this was only temporary, and one day, they would all understand that it was all for their good, and when I thought of this, I was relieved, and the burden in my heart was finally removed. It's a good feeling to be so guilty!

Later, many more people made unreasonable requests to me, and I politely declined. In fact, this stage is really difficult, because my rejection is ruthless in the eyes of others, so my friends gradually alienated me, and I felt a little lonely. But after all this, my determination has also become stronger.

I learned to say no and changed my weakness. That's when I felt that life had a flavor, and I thought that a kind rejection should also be beautiful.

I know that it is difficult for my slender hands to hold up a clear sky for myself, and I know that my young shoulders are difficult to bear too much weight, but I will never fall. Even in the face of adversity, there will be a real and passionate cry in the bones: refuse to give up!

This season, I refuse to grow up.

I don't want to grow up! "I want to read this sentence to all the seasons and tell them if they can stop reincarnation, I really don't want to grow up. — Introduction.

In a blink of an eye, it's time to say goodbye to your former partner. Respectively, like the raindrops of this season, they are coming. The partners don't like to show the panic of parting, but silently wait for this June in their own way, waiting for this parting.

Until the end of the exam, until the last time we walked out of this classroom where we had been together for three years, we didn't even say a word about each other.

But I still retain the most primitive and innocent touch. I thought that our difference would be that everyone sat together, the background ** is our class song, and some people suggested that everyone should sing again, so we sang softly to the beat, and then some people choked up, thinking of the bits and pieces of getting along, and now they are going their separate ways, such a gathering, such a parting, such a memory, some people began to cry.

In fact, the separation came quietly, silently, just like tonight, but when the lights came on, when I began to move forward by the light, when I began to look forward to the dawn, I already understood very clearly: the night has come, and we have separated.

Adults always think that I am not mature enough, and children who really grow up should be more rational, should be realistic, let go of innocence, let go of dreams, and let go of moving.

Does it really cost that much to grow up? I was a little scared. Although I can grow up to be bold and not listen to adults, and I can grow up to be free to fall in love and have games, but growing up means that I can't think like a child, and I can't talk freely, and more likely, I have to learn to "smile without smiling" or "face it maturely and indifferently".

Growing up like a boulder, falling from a steep cliff and blocking my path to growth, I was afraid and didn't know how to move forward.

Refuse to grow up, refuse to veil young hearts! I want to see the world clearly, from the first bell at dawn to my sleep. In fact, what I want is just a simple life, a little touch, a few attempts, a ray of sunshine, and a scene of dark night.

I'm not afraid of pain, I'm not afraid of challenges, but I'm afraid of hypocrisy, and I'm afraid of deception. How good I am as a child, I don't have to be busy learning and maturing, and I don't have to hide and deceive, I imprint my simplest mood on my face, smile when I'm happy, and cry when I'm sad. Who cares about a child?

What they say and do, is simple, true, sincere, no scheming and no plotting.

Merciful God, I really don't want to grow up, even if the seasons are still reincarnated, even if time still doesn't stop, even if everyone around me is growing up or aging, please still give me a child's heart, I want to use this child's heart to save all the touches, all the innocence, all the dreams, all the kindness that I have saved.

I refuse to grow up, not to refuse life, not to reject the future, I just want to face the ninety-nine birthday candles, still like a child, simply smile.