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I really want to grow up.

I really want to grow up quickly, isn't that whimsical?

I have countless homework to memorize every day, words to memorize, poems to memorize, mathematical formulas to memorize, and the meaning of historical events to memorize ......Doing these things repeatedly every day, learning is not a little fresh, and it is boring. If I grow up, all of this will be far away from me.

I really want to grow up so that I can go sightseeing on my own. Now I have to apply to my parents for a while to go out and get permission before I can go out, but only if I complete my homework. If I didn't get approval, I had to close the door tightly, literally "locking the door".

I really want to grow up so that I can take care of my parents when I grow up. It is not easy for my parents to earn money for me to study, I get up early every day, I don't have a day off, I walk in a hurry every day, and my young face has quietly climbed into the wind and frost. "Filial piety comes first", I learned a lot from Confucius's "Analects".

I can only be grateful to my parents, how can I be without them? If I grow up, I can rely on my own ability to liberate them from fatigue, enjoy my filial piety, and live a comfortable and happy life.

I really want to grow up quickly, and when I grow up, I can make my own world. Everyone has dreams, and everyone is preparing for their beautiful dreams. If I grow up, I will be free from the constraints of the outside world and fly in my ideal sky.

I want to use my own efforts to create a new world. I am no longer afraid of teachers and classmates, and I am in charge of my ideals.

I really want to grow up so that I can get rid of those troubles when I grow up. Who said that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow", when I face the nagging of my parents, the preaching of teachers, and the ridicule of classmates, who can understand my feelings. If I grow up, I can leave school, and without the teacher's teaching, my body and mind will be freer; Without my parents, I would be more independent without my parents' nagging; Only when I leave my classmates will I truly appreciate cherishing.

I really want to grow up quickly.

I wish I had a pair of wings.

Whenever I look up at the sky, I always see birds flying in the endless blue sky. This is what I wish I could do with wings and be able to fly in the air like a bird, free and free without any worries.

Nowadays, many students have entered junior high school and taken the most important step in their life journey, which means that the burden will become heavier and the pressure will be greater. I wish I had a pair of wings to be able to get rid of it all, say "goodbye" to them forever, and happily fly high into the sky and never look back.

I really want to have a pair of wings, and my arms fly hard into the sky, without any constraints, as I want, as I want, dancing in the sky, relaxed and happy. I really want to have a pair of wings to be able to travel all over the world, enjoy the joy of the world, feel all kinds of customs, let me feast my eyes, never forget this fairyland-like place, let it become my beautiful and lasting memory.

I really want to have a pair of wings, fly over thousands of mountains and rivers, fly over any obstacles, fly to my ideal place, the place I yearn for, so that my dreams will no longer be illusory, but become a permanent reality. I really want to have a pair of wings to fly to the birds' homes, and associate with them with the most sincere me, to become good friends, inseparable. When there are difficulties, I fight side by side with them, helping each other and caring for each other.

I can lay down my life for them at any time. I really want to have a pair of wings, try to fly to the end of the sky, do what I love, help more people in need, make them feel warm, feel that the world is full of love.

Write what you want, what you want to become, you can do it. As long as you want it, it can be as big as world peace and as small as your pocket money.

I want to swing as much as I want.

Give me a "storm" and I'm going to set off my dreams.

I know of a rainstorm. The raindrops it carried were so strong that they struck through the cracks in the dirt, raising ash and breaking into cloudy droplets, but watering the green shoots that had been hiding deep under the soil for a long time—it did its best to grow and become the pillars of greenery.

I've seen a typhoon once. The fierce wind that swept it swept through the fabric of the trees, broke into withered trees, and resounded into a mournful wail, but it made the red cypress that stood tall after the catastrophe—it has been the same for thousands of years, and has become a shrub of the gods.

In the season, the grass grows and the warbler flies, but you can already clearly hear the hurried footsteps of the college entrance examination. The "sky" is a little gray, the "wind" is a little strong, and the rain and typhoon are waiting for the opportunity, but we are not afraid

Because there is an unforgettable dream, it is like every storm, gathering great strength. This kind of power, well versed in the path of success, turns into a meter of golden sunshine.

Give me a boost and I'm going to swing as hard as I can.

Be a strong reed, swing in the reeds, with the same frequency as other reeds, talk to the wind, come into contact with the rain, without fear, without fear. Because the whole reed is swinging, the reed has a direction, supports the faith, and leaves a piece of light for life to look up to.

The philosopher said that man is a thinking reed, and he is very strong and forbearant to survive. And we are like reeds, which are thin and thin, but they carry different powers, swaying to their heart's content. I am a thin reed, but I have the blessing of innocent and fiery friendship.

Such a supply made me, a reed, swing in a dashing manner, humming songs, choking out tears, and smiling, surviving the most unforgettable days.

To say that life is not hard or unforgettable is a lie. But too many fragments carry deep and shallow footprints, and the ravines of the soul and the course of life all add imprints because of this.

Storm Aftermath: My surroundings, my friends, they are my best listeners. Walking together, walking together, or going to walk together, those are all beautiful and pure.

The reeds ripple, and the heart ripples. Friendship is a song, a song that is intriguing, and with the melody, the reeds are enough to sway to the fullest; Friendship is fire, because of gratitude, reeds know how to gather warmth.