Years are like a song Narrative Essay on the Third Year of Junior High School Narrative Essay 10

The years are like a song.

The troubles of growing up are surging into my heart like a tidal wave, when will it subside, and when will there be a pure land for me to stop and rest? I asked myself more than once.

Childhood memories are always good. I ran back down the deep, silent corridor of time, until my youthful face re-bloomed in the blurred space. When I went back to my childhood, I saw that when I was three or four years old, I longed to go to kindergarten because it was boring at home, and I had friends to play there.

When I actually came to kindergarten, I was very envious to see others carrying school bags to school and having a day off, so I looked forward to growing up soon. In this way, the time of childhood slowly passed away in the innocent waiting. Why are the three years of kindergarten so long, when I was growing up, I realized that it was perhaps the most carefree time of my life, it was so short, and all the good memories were hidden there - the smell of spring, the noise of summer nights, ......

Suddenly, one day I finally went to school. After all, dreams are far from reality, and school life is completely different from the "blueprint" I drew in my childhood mind. Heavy study, complex interpersonal relationships, and never-ending homework.

My childhood ended as soon as I first stepped into school. Is this the beginning of life?

I remember that the sky I saw through the gaps in the branches was very high, a blue as soft as fluff and as clear as spring water. A leaf floated down, swirling, resisting a thousand times, and finally bidding farewell to the branches and kissing the earth in a poignant bird-like gesture.

When the people around me stopped seeing me as a child, I realized that I had grown up. I often think about the past, and I always want to grow up, just like when I was a child, I wanted to go to kindergarten, and I wanted to go to school in kindergarten, and I have been ...... nowIt is probably the ignorance of the future, but also the longing for the future, which drives me to yearn for the future. And there is always a distance between reality and imagination, and when the future really comes, there is an indescribable nostalgia for the past.

Now I'm starting to wonder ......I wonder if the future will be more terrifying, because there are so many realities that make me understand that as I grow up, setbacks also grow with me. From the beginning, I was running away from growing up, from the troubles of growing up, and from the beginning I was looking forward to growing up, looking forward to the freedom of growing up. I kept wandering between hope and memory, living between the past and the future, as if I had never been in the present, but I did live in the present.

Why do I always hate the present, and when the present passes, I miss the present? Maybe it's because the ups and downs of the future are unknown, and the ups and downs of the past are over.

The growth of life is like the fate of that leaf, no matter how many turns you are, you can't resist the power of time. The past is like the wind, and youth is like a dream. The past is cloudy, and the years have left traces.

The years that have passed me tell me that the thorns ahead will not decrease, and I talk to myself in the face of the ups and downs of the journey, I pity myself and love myself, I grow up freely, and I don't say that it hurts.