Growing Pains Essay 500 to 600 words

Is there anything about growth? What are the troubles? Want me to tell you! That can only quote Stephen Chow's sentence: "It's like a surging river, continuous; It's like the Yellow River flooding, out of control! ”

I'm 14 years old, but I'm still a child. It is in our nature to play as children, and it is our right to be overbearing! However, when we enter the student stage, do we have fun?

Want to play? "Have you done your homework? "It's done" "Checked?"

Also checked. "Then review your previous homework, or preview tomorrow's lesson!" Don't be idle!

I don't know how many times I've had conversations like this. To learn, but that doesn't stop us from taking a break, right? Parents and teachers, less homework, less practice, less supervision, give us some time to rest!

When you grow up, you should do the housework yourself. "When you grow up, why don't you know how to be sensible? "As you grow up, why are you becoming more and more disobedient?

These conversations are not strange at all, and in your growth, you have often heard your elders say such things to you, right? After listening to it, I felt so uncomfortable! We are now growing, we are moving towards a mature stage.

Saying that we have grown up is ...... like thisThat'......Don't you still treat us as children? Since we are still children, and we are treated as children, don't be so anxious to urge us to grow up, I don't want to grow up so soon! Mom and Dad, please learn more about our inner world!

Oops - there are so many growing pains! Thinking about tomorrow's math test, there are still two essays, three test papers, and four practice questions after 10 o'clock in the evening, my parents don't understand me, my parents always peek at my diary, my classmates don't socialize with me, and my friends misunderstand me......There are too many of these troubles, how much joy and laughter do we have less? How attached I was to the time when I was still croaking and staggering?

However, growth is like this, where there is happiness and trouble, and when there is sorrow, there is joy. Like a rainbow bridge, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, although numerous, but not inferior to colorful. It's also like a ghetto, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, and the taste of it is only known after trying it!

Let go of your hands, accept your troubles, and paint all the current events that are sad and happy as your rainbow bridge. Take all the vignettes of your life growth and make a unique cruet for children.

Growing pains.

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.

Now, because I have grown up and am becoming an adult, in the eyes of my parents, I am no longer a child, I have become conscious, courageous, and knowledgeable. Sometimes, they say "You've grown up!" "You're no longer a kid!"

It makes my head hurt when I hear it. No matter what I do now, I must first recognize the "compass needle", I must have principles in my body, I can't be sloppy, I can't be careless, if I have a slight mistake, it will cause a snowstorm at any time.

When I think back to when I was young, life was easy, carefree, free, and there were no worries around me at all. But as the years passed, the waves in front of me became bigger, the sea became more twists and turns, and I became a schoolboy, and I was gone with the old one. I'm taller, I've been going to school for a long time, I've gone home with more homework, I've got more subjects, I've got heavier bags on my shoulders, and the pressure on my heart has increased.

If I was a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, plus my parents were my "guides". But now, I have grown up, I am sensible, I have to adapt to independence, I have to be careful in everything I do, and think twice before acting. This is also gradually distanced from the leisurely days when I was a child.

When I was a child, although I was more comfortable in my life, I was constrained by my elders and others everywhere, and when I walked, I had my parents with me. I fell, and I was supported by my parents. But I know that when I grow up, I will become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like me now, I am gradually growing up, and I have my own opinions on everything.

The sun is always after the wind and rain, how can you succeed if you don't experience the wind and rain? Although my growth boat is unstable, there are calm and turbulent waves, but it is also all kinds of stormy waves that have allowed me to learn a lot and exercise a lot. Through my journey of growth, I really realized that growing up has some troubles, but there are more joys.

Hello, you are growing up and have a lot of worries.

You can do something by yourself!

In the long river of my memory, there are countless past events, joy, sadness, surprise, ridiculous ......They are like delicate shells, treasured in my mind, if I want to say the most full of childhood joy and fun shells, that is this ......

It was a summer day, the warm breeze of the summer day caressed everything, and from time to time there was a crisp and pleasant sound of insects around me, I got up early, walked alone in the woods, humming the nursery rhymes I had just learned, and gradually became one with nature.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic chirp in my ears, and I stopped singing, held my breath, and listened intently, and the cry gradually became clear. "Got it, got it...... got it"Ahh It turned out that the cicadas were singing!

A few days ago, Brother Zhang of the neighbor's house caught several cicadas, which were small and cute, and I still didn't want to let go after a long time. So, I ran home, got all the tools ready, and hopped back into the woods.

At this time, the woods seem so quiet, and the melodious chirping of cicadas adds a bit of elegance to this. I took a silent step, lurking under the tree.

I have long heard that cicadas are very alert, and if they hear the slightest disturbance, they will run away. Sure enough, I hugged the trunk of the tree and rose vertically and vertically, but the bamboo pole accidentally rubbed the leaves, and the cicadas had already flown away without a trace.

This time, I was more careful, gently and quietly climbed up the tree, just as the cicada was enjoying the sun and breeze, I quickly stretched out the bamboo pole, because of the sugar juice and became sticky gluten just touched the cicada, it firmly stuck to it, no matter how it struggled, it could not escape, just like that, a small and cute cicada came to my hand.

Ah, this is still a cicada that has just molted! With soft thin wings, an incomparably delicate body, and black pearl-like eyes, he is simply a living elf! I held it in my hand and couldn't help but sing happily again: "On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the summer ...... is crying loudly."”

It's been a long time since this incident, but I still remember it vividly, and whenever I think of that scene, I always smile knowingly.