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It feels good to grow up.

What was it like to grow up? Is it a surprise? Is it joy? Or ......

I feel like growing up is just a thought. When it rains, you will naturally bring an umbrella, hold an umbrella alone, stroll in the misty drizzle, feel the unique romance and warmth with your heart, and will no longer plunge into the rain curtain to frolic like when you were a child, and you don't care that you are poured into a soup chicken. When you hear others praise you, you will suddenly have a few red clouds on your face, instead of just tilting your head and s......mirking like when you were a childOh!

What was it like to grow up? The feeling of growing up is the emerald green buds that sprout after the rain, and the shy dew drops rolling on the petals.

As I entered the flowering season, I had unintentionally crossed the dividing line between naivety and maturity. Standing on the verge of maturity, looking at me behind me who lives in the kingdom of happiness. I was naïve, naughty, and crying.

Often, it is either a prank to put the ears of the neighbor's big cat with chicken feathers, or jumping up and down with the children to break the seedlings that Aunt Zhang has just planted, and then lowering his head to help up the flattened seedlings under the mother's number. At that time, I often ran home with a smile and singing in the wind and rain, but I quietly shed tears for a bowl of poached eggs that my mother came with a smile. At that time, I loved to laugh and cry.

It was sunny just now, but in the blink of an eye, the rain showered suddenly. Look, who is the little girl with a red face and tears on her face, but she is smiling? Isn't that me?

I'm sorry.

However, I am now on this side of the dividing line. All those good memories can only be locked into a pink diary, into the deepest part of my memory vault. When I grow up, I should become strong, I should learn to laugh at life, and face ups and downs and setbacks; When you grow up, you should put away your innocence and naivety, learn to be deep, and learn to be calm; When you grow up, you should also learn to bear and learn to carry it.

I felt that I was carrying too many expectations and too heavy dreams, so I tried my best to turn my confusion into a source of sweat and rain, and my hesitation into a light that illuminated the distance. Please don't say I'm becoming sophisticated, in fact, I'm maturing.

The pink childhood is certainly beautiful, but the golden future fascinates me even more, and for the sake of that beautiful fruit, I can only put away my innocence and stride on. On the road ahead, in the face of thorns, I will shed tears; In the face of ups and downs, I will hesitate. But I will approach everything with optimism.

Because there are so many dreams in my heart.

What is it like to grow up?

The feeling of growing up has the sweetness of ice cream and the sour ...... of green strawberriesIt feels like growing up, it's good anyway!

In the blink of an eye, I am 11 years old, and in these 11 years, I have experienced many things, some of which have made me sad, some of which have made me happy, but the most impressive thing is the joy after that success.

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Last year's winter vacation, I raised a bird, its colorful feathers and cute appearance made me like it at once, so I put him in a bird cage, for fear that he would fly away, what feels so good composition. A few days later, when I came to the cage again to feed him, I found that he was no longer the active bird he had been, and his feathers seemed to have faded and lost their former brilliance. I was very sad and tried my best to amuse it, but she still lay motionless on the ground, but her head looked back at me from time to time, and in its eyes, I saw, saw a kind of loneliness and loneliness, it longed, longed to ...... the world outside the cage

I opened the birdcage and held it in the palm of my hand, and it immediately came to its senses, flapped its wings twice, spun around my head, and flew into the blue sky, and I felt a strength, a force of eagerness and longing for freedom. Throughout the winter vacation, I barely went out of the house, either writing homework or reviewing every day, and the rest of the time was spent with the computer. My parents didn't let me go out to play, and I wanted to use the winter vacation to learn more knowledge, and I felt that freedom seemed to quietly recede from the bottom of my heart, just like the bird I had at the beginning, no longer as happy as before.

I tried to ask my mom and dad to take me out a few times, but I gave up because I was afraid they wouldn't agree and scolded me for being fun. I just waited silently, believing that the day would come when the birds would fly out of the cage......