Essay on the first year of high school Mom and Dad, please rest assured, I have grown up 500 words?

Daddy, Mom, I've grown up, please let go of my hands, I don't want to be a bird in a cage. What I want is a blue sky, white clouds, and a blue sea. I'm not coaxing me as a child with rag dolls, don't lie to me with "candy". I've grown up.

Once, I made an appointment with my friends to prepare for a spring outing. You're all stopping me. Mom said; Child, the mountain road is too rough, we are worried that your body will not be able to bear it, don't be tired, we will not go, otherwise, I will buy you the best villain book.

Mom and Dad, you know? The next day I came to the school and listened to my classmates talk about the experience of climbing the mountain, I was very envious, and I was very angry when I looked back, why could other children go and I couldn't? Now the students in the school are actively striving to be self-reliant little pacesetters.

I'm no exception!

How simple. In the past, it was your mother who folded quilts for you, washed socks or something, but now, you do it yourself, your mother praises you, and you say that mom I have grown up.

Or go to the street and buy a gift for your mother. (Mom's birthday, or some holiday) go home and give it to Mom, Mom is very happy, there are many examples.

Think it up for yourself.

Only 500 words

I write at least 2000 words now.

Time is passing unconsciously, the study life of junior high school is tense and busy, looking back at the time of elementary school, there are too many changes from now. Why are there so many changes? Because we've grown up!

In elementary school, the atmosphere of learning was very relaxed, and there was often a lot of noise in class. When I got home, my mother urged me to do my homework every day, but now it's different. The class is quiet, no one is talking to each other, everyone is learning their own knowledge, and the teacher is the same when he is not there.

The first thing I do when I get home and put down my schoolbag is to do my homework, and I don't have to be supervised by my mother anymore, why is this happening? Because I've grown up!

Before, at home, I didn't do anything. The room is not tidied up, and the study desk is not tidied up, let alone the work of mopping the floor and washing socks. Every day, I stretch out my hands for clothes, open my mouth for food, and even sometimes sleep with my mother.

But now? The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to fold the quilt and tidy up the room, and in the evening I finish my homework and tidy up my desk. As for the smelly socks, they must be "disposed of" by themselves.

I will never say again: "Mom, I can't sleep, I want you to accompany me." Why is this so?

Because I've grown up!

In the past, whatever I bought was all up to my father and mother, and I was just a passive recipient. Actually, I can't talk about passivity, because I don't care at all. It's different now, when I buy clothes and shoes, my mother always takes me and asks me if I like it.

Because you've grown up"!

Yes, I grew up. I learned to learn consciously; learned to take the initiative to tidy up the room; I also learned to make decisions for myself. I hope that our little friends, under the guidance of teachers and parents, can make decisions about their own future!

Before I knew it, I was growing up. I'm no longer naïve, I'm not in the child's play era, I don't have to worry about some things, I can make my own decisions.

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly, but now I am a little adult, and I am always worried, because growing up is not fun, I am always worried about this, and there are too many housework. I was the youngest in my family, so I didn't have to work. Now that I'm older, the housework is all on me.

Hey, I really don't want to?

Walking down the street, everyone looked at me with wide eyes, and I was curious. Is there something wrong with me, I quickly self-reflect and check myself again. "There's nothing wrong with it" Could it be that they have a nervous disorder, it's really inexplicable.

Later, I found the answer in the eyes of a young man, could it be that I am an adult, and I have a special place in the crowd? When I came to the vegetable market, even the vegetable seller aunt I was familiar with stopped calling me a child, did I really grow up? For a while, I felt happy and worried.

I seemed to have rights in my family, and when I was younger, it wasn't my turn to give advice. Today I'm more qualified. When Dad was doing something, he would always consult with me and listen to my advice. Gradually, I became a housekeeper.

My mother will spoil me anymore and let me do what I can do by myself. It seems that when you grow up, you really have a lot of troubles, and you can't escape it. I thought: It's really hard to be an adult, now only I face the reality and be strong to do it.

I'm quietly growing.

Growing up, I was like a little princess, my parents took care of me in every way, I always wanted to prove that I had grown up, and that day, the opportunity came.

One Sunday, the sun and the white clouds were wrestling in the sky, but when the dark clouds came, God said that change would change, and the heavy rain fell so suddenly that I was caught off guard, and I quickly closed the window before I calmed down. But my face suddenly turned from the sun to a dark cloud. Because I remembered that my mother didn't know that it was raining today, so she didn't bring an umbrella, so how could she come back, so I hurriedly took the keys, changed my clothes, and hurried out of the house.

I just went out, when I saw the heavy rain, I remembered that I didn't bring an umbrella, I had to go to get an umbrella, when I was about to go out, I checked if there was anything to bring, after checking, I looked at my watch, "Oh no, mom is going to get off work!" I screamed, quickly locked the door, ran to the station, arrived at the station, I looked left and right, anxious to stomp my feet, the car finally came, I strode to the door, the first one squeezed into the car, I cleverly got to the door, anxiously waiting to get off, one stop, two stops 、......I can't wait to grow wings and fly to my mother's office. Finally got out of the car, I ran like a rocket to my mother's office, splashed with mud and I didn't know, I vaguely saw a figure standing anxiously at the door, I saw it!

It's my mom! I shouted, "Mom!

Mom! I was so excited that I accidentally slipped under my feet and fell on my heels, and I was so happy that I didn't care about it, I stood up like nothing and rushed to my mother at a speed of ten meters per second, "Mom, umbrella!" I said to my mother.

Look at you, give me an umbrella, and I've become a dirty soup chicken, and I still have a color on my head. Mom said with a smile. When my mother said this, I remembered that I only thought about giving my mother an umbrella, but I forgot to play the umbrella, splashed all over my body, and then touched my head, and picked up a big bag, but I didn't feel pain.

You don't have to live in your parents' dreams.

Everyone has their own dreams.

Dreams are the life choices you desire the most, and executing and realizing your dreams is the clearest proof that you have lived in this world.

In our country, countless people can't live their dreams, and don't even dare to try to live their dreams.

However, they may expect others to live out their dreams for them.

This is one of the most common conflicts between Chinese children and their parents, Chinese parents often live in their lives and their dreams no longer appear in their lives, but they transfer the hope of realizing their dreams to their children, which will become a burden on their children's lives, and on the other hand, their own dreams are suppressed and stifled, and they have to be forced to pursue their parents' dreams with great reluctance.

Yang Yuanyuan, a female graduate student at Shanghai Maritime University who shocked the whole country by committing suicide, followed her mother when she was an undergraduate, and still followed her when she was a graduate student.

When I was young, I wanted to grow up, so I looked forward to entering middle school early and becoming an adult as soon as possible.

I was finally admitted to the middle school of my choice. With a sense of joy, he said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, I have grown up, and I have entered middle school." The parents smiled: "No, child, being a middle school student does not mean that you become an adult." ”

So, I continued to wait for the arrival of "growing up".

I found the first pimple on my face, and said to my parents with a sense of expectation: "Dad, Mom, I've grown up, I have pimples." The parents smiled: "No, child, pimples don't prove that you have grown up." ”

Gradually, "growing up" was also forgotten in the busy schoolwork.

Later, I moved. It's a long way from home to the station, so the kids next door always carry me on their bikes.

It was a rainy morning, the fog was heavy and the road was slippery. Accidentally, the kid next door's bicycle knocked someone over, and I was thrown heavily to the ground. Before I could react, the child next door had already picked up his bicycle and fled.

I finally realized what had happened, and it was better to go, but when I was about to start, I realized that it was a skinny old lady who had been hit.

Many people gathered around. I was a little ashamed, so I lowered my head and helped the old lady pick up the vegetables scattered on the ground. Suddenly, in the crowd, I noticed my father's deep gaze. I'm starting to be afraid, what will happen if I go back after such a disaster today?

When I sent the old lady home, I realized that her children were not filial. The old lady didn't mean to reproach me in the slightest, she just said that she was lonely. So, I said, I'll go to see her often.

I didn't want to be perfunctory to her, so I decided to do it.

However, I didn't know how to face my parents.

Carefully return home, ready to be a "good baby" first, and then confess, thinking that there will be less scolding. At the dinner table, the atmosphere was not as bad as expected, and there were a few more side dishes on the table that I loved to eat. While eating, I carefully watched my father while eating.

My father was very kind and brought me vegetables from time to time. I waited for my father's reprimand, but my father only asked about the old woman's situation and told me to spend more time with the old woman.

I still remember what my parents said to me before going to bed that day: "Child, you know what responsibility is. "I finally felt my parents acknowledge my upbringing; I also finally understood that growing up is not as easy as getting into middle school, nor is it as simple as getting pimples.

Growing up means taking responsibility.

It is true that not all people who grow up are capable of taking responsibility; However, the person who can take responsibility must have grown up.