That brother or sister helped me write an essay on the topic of the journey under subheadings Thank

Course. The growth process is an endless and ever-changing sea, and people are a flat boat on the sea. Behind the calm of the sea, there are also rough waves. Therefore, growing up is also a combination of happiness and trouble.

Inscription. It is the cardamom years, life is about to bloom, there is a rush to be full of desperate youth, and the colors of growth are colorful ......

Warm tones – joyful.

It's a color that's pleasing to the eye. It can be the mother's advice and concern, the father's instructions and expectations; It can be a goose-yellow warm message; It can also be a helping hand that doesn't want to be reciprocated again and again. Growing up is wonderful and gorgeous because of it, and this shade can be seen everywhere in life.

After dinner, Dad was in the living room, he generously crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely, and sat on the sofa reading the newspaper as if no one was around. When he sees a major event, he will deliberately strengthen his voice and read it out in a low voice. Mom was busy in the kitchen, and there was a sound of crisp porcelain bowls colliding, like a brisk music, and it was also a diligent music.

The innocent and lovely brother and the little sister next door are playing, and he is naughty and always likes to pull the little sister's braids, which makes her cry, so he is proud. And I was in my room continuing my homework for the day. This picture can be seen everywhere in ordinary families, but it is a warm picture for me, and it is etched in my heart.

This picture is filled with the warmth of family joy.

Cool tones – annoyances.

This color is not popular with most people. In the silent night, alone with his head bowed down to do his homework, the tall and thick lesson plans were piled up so high that it was suffocating, and the cold faint light shone on every wrinkled page of the book, one, two ......Day after day, how many nights are spent like this, it is also the bay that people must pass through in the process of growth.

Lonely walking on a bustling street, pedestrians rubbing shoulders with each other. The sound of falling leaves lingers in my ears, standing at the crossroads, not knowing where to go. At this age, what we are most sensitive to is deep friendship.

Facing the former friends going to the east and west, a chill arose from the heart. Suddenly looking back, I found that there was a vast sea of people, and I didn't know where the road ahead was. The dreamy neon lights of red, red, green and green dreams can't hide the hazy sky, and the endless flow of vehicles and noisy streets can't hide the emptiness in the heart.

When the last dark clouds obscured the once brilliant sun, when the last cold wind blew away the once comfortable warmth, and the gloomy sky began to drizzle, my mood at this time was like this weather, dark and cold. But I know that in the deep corners of my heart, I still look forward to the appearance of the rainbow, and the rainbow needs to pick up the brush in my hand to decorate it. I firmly believe that "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"

A period of growth experience is like a dream-like bright pearl, flickering bright and dark, falling into the contemplative blue water, with circles of ripples. The joy and bitterness of the growth process fluttered with deep thoughts, turning into a dreamlike music ......

Taste the hardships. I came from a peasant family, and in addition to the love of my parents and brothers, I am afraid that the only hardships that have accompanied me for 20 years are hardships.

My father is in poor health, my mother is even weaker, and only my brother, who is three years older than me, is still in good health. So every summer and autumn when I'm busy.

Our family was miserable. The mother injects glucose and harvests corn at the same time; The father fell off the corn rack and was bedridden. Brother.

And I shoot years old at school. When my brother came home, he went to the field and did whatever work he encountered; I cook and serve my father. Sometimes look.

Seeing my father's pale and emaciated face, I sat alone by the stove and wept.

When I was 14 years old, my father threw me a scythe, "You've grown up." "Yes, I've grown up and I know what I can do.

Well, what should I do? ”

Waves of golden wheat flickered in front of my eyes, the white sun shook above my head, and the cocoons on my hands became more and more empty.

Thick, the sweat on the face is getting more and more. I felt like I was swinging from side to side like a straw, and then I fell headlong on the stubble. When I woke up, my father said, "Baby, you're suffering from heat stroke." I looked at my father, who was full of wheat, and couldn't help but let out a "wow", crying and throwing myself into my father's arms.

I felt two cold tears drop on my back.

Later, in my feelings, 14 years old will always be a disastrous time. I continued to go to school in the midst of suffering.

My father said that even if I smashed pots to sell iron, sold houses, and pulled bamboo poles to beg for food, I would be allowed to go to school. I cried again, not for anything else, only.