How to write a 400 word weekly diary of growing pains

Growing pains.

As the years passed, I had said goodbye to my innocent childhood and stepped into an energetic teenager. But while growing up, there are also growing pains. How many such misunderstandings, how many tears of grievance.

I have lived in my aunt's house since I was a child, and my aunt and brother-in-law treat me like a daughter, they love me and love me, but while I love, I also experience the troubles of love.

One rainy day, I hurried home, and as soon as I entered the house, my aunt's face was not right, and I was scared, afraid that I had done something wrong again. There was a letter on the table, and I asked nervously, "Who, whose letter?"

Yours! My aunt raised her voice and said, "How old is the child, what do you want to write a letter to?"

Writing is also written in English! "I opened the letter, and sure enough, a picture fell out, and there was nothing on it except for some greetings and words of encouragement. I said:

How do you say that, he is my primary school classmate, and he is studying in a foreign country, and what is the correspondence between our classmates, the above sentence in English is 'I'm sorry' and the other is 'goodbye'. ”

Schoolmate? Why do you have so many classmates? I told you a long time ago to have less contact with boys, but you just don't listen! Oh, and last time, I came back from work to see you with two guys! “

I was anxious: "Why are you like this! Last time, it was our best classmate in elementary school, and I hadn't seen him for a long time, so I came to play with me.

Why do you think like that everywhere, I'm a student, who else can I know besides some classmates? You always think this, that, didn't you have a good relationship with a male classmate when you were in elementary school? “

My brother-in-law is a reasonable person, and when he saw the scene, he hurriedly came to persuade him, but my aunt said: "Don't talk back to me, you, just study hard, hum!" “

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I ran out of the house crying, crying as I ran, standing on the path where there was no one, and I shouted for my mother! Who can understand me and why misfortune is always me. "My mom, are you a**? “

Until now, whenever I see that photo of him, I will shed tears of grievance.

Childhood is like a dream, so beautiful. However, when I was growing up, I was hit hard, and I didn't want this kind of love! Since then, I didn't dare to walk with my male classmates after school, and I was afraid of being seen by my aunt every time.

Am I really going to go this way? Maybe it's to not cause unnecessary trouble, maybe it's to shed fewer tears.

In the process of growing up, there are endless troubles, and some troubles will disappear with the passage of time; Some troubles accumulate with the conversations of the people around them, which makes people's heads swell. I know very well that there will be many things in our growth process, including happiness, sorrow, and trouble. In some unpleasant things, we should control our emotions or we will hurt others.

It is written in the book that once you hurt someone, you will leave a permanent scar. Because of this, I often tell my family about my unhappiness and make myself feel more comfortable. My mother always hoped that I could belong to the "good girl" in her mind, and I would rely on her for everything and listen to her.

However, with the passage of time, we have our own opinions, have different ideas from our parents, and have different views on things. This is also one of the reasons why my mom and I often get into fights.

Several times, I told my mother about my unhappiness, and if my mother would be bored, she would mention my exams, and then she would compare me with others, saying, "Don't tell me, think about how good and sensible so-and-so is, how good he is, how well-rounded, how to listen to his parents!" It's like you, you've been confused all day long, and you don't know anything.

I really don't understand how I have a daughter like you. "Mom talks like that all day long, comparing me to other people's children. But I felt that since I didn't perform well, I just had to work hard, so why should I care about a frustration.

The road of life is still very long, I will be myself, why should I compare with others, I am me, I am not very good compared with myself? Actually, I know that what my mother said is for my own good, and I hope I can go to the next level.

Growing up is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the waves. Sometimes the wind is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves. But my growth boat has not been smooth sailing, and it has also experienced various turmoil. For me, it's sweet and sour, it's all about it.

Now, because I have grown up and am becoming an adult, in the eyes of my parents, I am no longer a child, I have become conscious, courageous, and knowledgeable. Sometimes, they say "You've grown up!" "You're no longer a kid!"

It makes my head hurt when I hear it. No matter what I do now, I must first recognize the "compass needle", I must have principles in my body, I can't be sloppy, I can't be careless, if I have a slight mistake, it will cause a snowstorm at any time.

When I think back to when I was young, life was easy, carefree, free, and there were no worries around me at all. But as the years passed, the waves in front of me became bigger, the sea became more twists and turns, and I became a schoolboy, and I was gone with the old one. I'm taller, I've been going to school for a long time, I've gone home with more homework, I've got more subjects, I've got heavier bags on my shoulders, and the pressure on my heart has increased.

If I was a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, plus my parents were my "guides". But now, I have grown up, I am sensible, I have to adapt to independence, I have to be careful in everything I do, and think twice before acting. This is also gradually distanced from the leisurely days when I was a child.

When I was a child, although I was more comfortable in my life, I was constrained by my elders and others everywhere, and when I walked, I had my parents with me. I fell, and I was supported by my parents. But I know that when I grow up, I will become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like me now, I am gradually growing up, and I have my own opinions on everything.

You can write that you don't have freedom after studying.。。 Something like that.

Very well written.

I just wrote about it too.

Written during the winter vacation.。。 It's winter vacation homework.

Hehe, it seems that the landlord is a person who has no troubles.

Now we have put aside the naivety of childhood and moved towards the era of youth, when the mood is shrouded in the joy of growing up, the troubles of growing up also follow. As we grew up, our psychology began to change, and we began to be dissatisfied with adults; began to desire to be able to grow up and be independent; Begin to feel pressured to study; began to be confused about the road ahead, unable to choose their own goals; When some inexplicable emotions began to arise in our hearts, when we were at home, my mother told us to be careful and careful; will tell us how to do these things; How to solve those things will make us learn to do housework ......These are all good for us, but we will feel very unappreciative that this is the mother made something out of nothing, nagging, verbose and even opening up to contradict, and we will feel very bored in our hearts. In this way, we will have very little communication with our mother; After a long time, we will be dissatisfied in our hearts, and we are not willing to talk to my mother if we have something on our minds, and we prefer to talk to our friends in learning, and in class, we sometimes feel that learning is boring and very difficult to learn.

In class, we will unconsciously desert, be absent-minded, and sometimes think about other things, and our scores will plummet......Sometimes, we are gradually dissatisfied with the constraints of parents and teachers, and we will long to grow up quickly, be independent, and be free, but we don't know that we are still a naïve child in the eyes of adults, and we also need adults to worry about.

The road of growth is full of sunshine, but there are also some troubles hidden in the "sunshine".

You kid, I'm caring about you! "What, you said you don't need me to care, I don't care about you, who cares about you......"You stop me, why are you so rude now, and you say I'm ...... annoying”

Early in the morning, I walked from the bedroom to the toilet, and from the toilet to the bedroom. One word "annoying"!

Oh, my God! When will my mom stop nagging! I really hope to grow up early and get out of the sea of suffering.

My mother didn't understand me, and she talked about this and that all day long, endlessly. I will only talk about boring topics that I hear n times a day. Sometimes, I think:

The outside world is so beautiful, when will it be able to fly out of the cage and into the blue sky. Sometimes I see one or two small birds flying by, and I always look at them with envy.

Bad exam, hum, you're dead, doubles!!

When will you be able to do well in the exam? Tell you not to play on the computer! Don't listen!

And say I'm annoying! What now! 70 several!

And the face back ....... At this time, my father interjected: "You can read it well!"

All the money we have earned so hard will pay you tuition! Your mother is not feeling well" At this time, my mother will pretend to cough next to her, and cough twice on the stool.

After that, the two of them scolded more and more, so they moved roughly, and poor my young and weak body was beaten by this merciless bamboo strip. My face was full of tears, but my parents turned a blind eye and continued to beat with merciless bamboo sticks. After that, although I was very unconvinced, I still had to pretend to understand and keep saying:

Yes, you fought right, but I didn't work hard myself, and I failed your ......”

Mom, Dad, when will you understand my troubles? Violence doesn't solve everything, but upsetting nagging isn't acceptable either.

Playing can only increase the pressure of studying, and nagging, will only increase people's psychological troubles.

On the road of growth, "Yangguan" lost its luster and warmth due to troubles.

A little teenager, rarely worried, carefree and ......"Whenever I hear the third-grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour......

When I was young, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grew up, I could do a lot of things I wanted to do, and I didn't have to carry my mother's nagging and my father's reproach.

But when I really grew up, there were a lot of troubles. When I grew up, I came home every day, and I was dizzy by a lot of homework, and I struggled to write and write, but the homework was finished today, and there will be tomorrow, and it seems that I will never finish it. At school, I was immersed in hard study all day long, and the teacher was urging me, although I took my studies very seriously, but in fact I hated studying, I was boring, boring, and bitter to learn.

I tried to be a good child, but my parents said that I had grown up, and they demanded that I have to do the same with many requirements, and I was troubled, and I was born in a sea of misery. Today I am in the third year of junior high school, and I am facing the city-wide unified examination, the burden is very heavy, and the competition is so great, what should I do if I don't take the exam? I'm worried every day, forcing me to do an extra ab paper and a tutorial book, hey, it's so boring, I just don't have fun!

After school, I didn't dare to play, to read my favorite books, I was afraid that my homework would not be completed, I could only desperately let my pen squirm on the notebook, and when the lights came on, I rode my bicycle on the way home. The curriculum gradually became heavier.

Whenever I go home in the evening to review, I look at a lot of books, I really don't know which subject to review, is it Chinese? Or math? Or English?

Or ......I'd love to have some time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while has probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to mingle with them!

But while playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was in no mood to play again. I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of all my worries, and be a carefree child again.

Growing pains.

Growing up - being troubled and happy, but more surrounded by the contradictions of troubles. For a girl who is about to become a flower girl, it should be innocent and full of happiness. And yet - I was worried about a two-faced me.

At home, I have to play the role of a good girl, and only in a place where my mother is not outside is the world where I can truly show myself. I have grown up, and there is something called vitality in my bones, but the vitality that should have been suppressed by my mother is too dare not reveal it. This two-faced me confuses me, and I don't want to be a gentleman again, to be myself again; And my mother has always been proud to have a daughter like me.

However, there is an indescribable sorrow ...... in my heart

Every time before going out, my mother always has to nag: girls must sit and stand, they must not laugh loudly, and they must say hello to acquaintances when they see ......In fact, I have heard all this so well that I can almost recite it backwards, and my mother is just a "routine", repeating it. But this seems to me to be a cloak of hypocrisy over my true appearance.

Only on the outside. Without my mother's constraints, I was able to laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, and sing ...... as I wantedEnjoy the joy of growing up without restraints. Although passers-by on the street saw it and sighed that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly.

But that doesn't stop us, we continue to have fun.

What kind of me am I: Mom's good girl? Energetic teens?

Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don't have to hide myself, I am an energetic teenager. I'm no longer under the control of adults, I've grown up.

Later, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; On the outside, I'm energetic but not crazy. This is a two-sided me, but I love this me, this two-sided me.

The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles, I am growing, feeling growth, enjoying happiness, and enjoying troubles!