What to do when you grow up, what to do when you grow up

Write**Ah, about 20,000 words.

Eight strands. When you were studying, you wrote an eight-strand essay, and when you grew up, you wrote a report with an eight-strand essay, a work summary was an eight-strand essay, and a love letter was still an eight-strand essay.

What to do when you grow up essay as follows Honor and Number:

When I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me who was licking lollipops, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I'm going to be a ......Candy sellers!

I didn't think much of it, I just thought that sugar could bring sweetness to people, and I wanted to make everyone happy. "It's not in vain! What's so good about selling candy, you should be a scientist and a writer!

My mother reprimanded me harshly.

So, since kindergarten, I have been learning calligraphy, guzheng, writing, and mathematics. The schedule is full, just to make a "home" when I grow up.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my mother asked me, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I stopped practicing and said to my mom

It's good to be a writer. "I want to make my mom happy and make her feel like I'm still good. "What's so good about being a writer, it's good to be a big boss and make a lot of money!

My mother's words extinguished the fire in my heart.

So, I studied hard to make my mother's expectations come true.

When I was in the third grade, my mother patted me as I was doing the exercise paper and asked, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" I poked my head out of the paper and said:

Top banana! Mom frowned slightly, and said, "Daughter, the big boss is good, but it's not well-known, you should be a big star when you grow up, so let's get rid of it."

I nodded numbly.

I've not always been that well-behaved. Before the final exam of the fourth grade, I was tired of my mother's nagging and admonishment, and said to my mother angrily: "Hmph, if you say it again, I will score more than 70 points for you to celebrate!" ”

Everyone looked at me in amazement, and my mother screamed, "Okay, you little brute, you repay me for all my hard work to give birth to you?" "I was silent, could it be that my mother gave birth to me just to ......Examination? In that final exam, I still got the fourth place in the class.

Another two years have passed, and I am already a sixth-grade student, and I am still a child who lived under the expectations of my parents, but I will be more well-behaved in front of my parents.

What is my ideal? Is it still the original candy seller? Or according to the list of occupations that my mother had set for me before?

Alas, I'd rather not grow up and not face that annoying ideal, but I will eventually grow up, and I will always have to face it, so I want to enjoy my child's life now.