An essay of no less than 700 words on the topic of Growing Up Like This .

I grew up like this.

Years are a wordless book, and when we read it, we have grown up unconsciously. In the process of flipping through the pages, I tasted the various states of life, joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The process of growing up is very slow ......

When I was a child, I was a veritable "crazy child" in the countryside, and every road in the countryside was sprinkled with my joyful footprints. When it rains, it's the happiest time for me and my friends. The rain was falling tricklingly, and I was standing in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, and opened my mouth to "eat the rain".

Seeing this, the friends asked, "Is the rain delicious?" "I pretended to be profound

Of course, there are all kinds of flavors. After saying that, I deliberately smacked my lips and pretended to enjoy it very much. So, the partners opened their mouths to "eat the rain".

The rain stopped, and we scrambled to say what the rain tasted ......In this way, I grew up in the ignorance of my childhood.

Later, when I went to elementary school, I left the village. Whenever I came back from a long vacation, my grandparents would always bring out some long-cherished snacks for me to eat. Whenever I had to leave again, my grandmother told me to wait and took out a bag wrapped in several layers of plastic bags and told me to eat slowly on the way.

When I open it, I can't help but have a sour nose: it's always my childhood favorite food. At one point, the toffee was almost all gone, but I felt that it was the best candy I had ever tasted, and this candy was wrapped in my grandmother's ...... concern for meThat's how I grew up in that melted toffee-like love.

Now, I have entered the third year of junior high school, and computers and TVs should be "insulators" for me, but I can't say goodbye to them ruthlessly. Every time my mother found out about "sneaking around" and was reprimanded, I always felt impatient with long speeches. It wasn't until the end of school that day, when I was out of the classroom that I was dismounted by a gust of cold wind.

A warm current flowed through my body, and I sat in the back seat and suddenly found that my mother was wearing only a thin shirt! It turned out that my mother took off her coat and gave it to me ......Along the way, my mother still counted me down, but the words were not as harsh to me as they used to be. When I got home, my mother caught a cold, but she didn't say a word of complaint, which made me feel ......even more guiltyIn this way, I grew up in the endless "nagging" of my mother.

In this way, starting from the ignorance of childhood, surrounded by sweet love, and accompanied by ardent hope, I slowly grew up happily ......

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Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of black tea in my hand, and looking at the starry sky outside the window, I knew that my childish childhood was coming to an end, and a mature and stressful life was about to open up to me.

In the afternoon, my homework had been finished, and toys had already been placed on the floor, waiting for my grandmother to go upstairs with a bowl of hot porridge and my brother's innocent cry. "Pedal", I saw a child less than four years old, already very naughty, and he would never open his mouth if he did not have a little gadget in his hand. It didn't take much effort, and finally, he finished his lunch.

Next, he was about to take a bath, I picked him up and put it down carefully, for fear of inserting it wrong, looking at his innocent and lovely face, I was shocked.

Before, I was just like him, so innocent and so cute. I don't care about anything. When I heard that other people's houses were setting off firecrackers, I was so frightened that I cried; When I was sick, I cried and kicked the doctor who wanted to help with the injection, and it took a long time to stop.

When I took the medicine, I closed my mouth and didn't take the medicine, so I had to be pulled by an adult; If there is excitement, you must go to see it to enjoy it. Now, I'm mature, naivety is no longer going back to me, I'm already maturing.

In the blink of an eye, I have been in elementary school for five years, and I think back to the past, I always played late at night, and now, all the time is spent on studying, and there is no more frolicking and playfulness in the past, in the morning, at half past six, I will always be woken up by the alarm clock of "jingle bell", I reluctantly get up, if I used to, I would have been able to sleep until 11 o'clock and get up again.

I longed to go back to the past, to that playful childhood, but I could never go back, because I was growing up, and I was growing up like this.

On the evening of the holiday, holding a cup of black tea, looking at the bright night sky, I realized: people always have to grow, in the sky, there is a star that makes you grow, just grow up slowly, no need to worry.

That day, my mom and I tidied up my room. In the process, we found many objects to prove that I was growing up.

Object 1: Clothes worn by one-year-olds.

I opened the large closet, rummaged through it for a while, and suddenly found a small jumpsuit. The jumpsuit was creamy white with red buttons. The red buttons on the white background are even more vivid, like red flowers sprinkled on the snow.

This is what I wore when I was a year old! I held my clothes high and asked my mother, "Is it really mine?"

Why is it so small! Mom straightened up and said with a smile, "Yes, how young you were then, and now you have grown so tall!"

It's true that I'm now 1.69.3 meters, pick up that jumpsuit and regenerate it, haha, the jumpsuit of the past is too short to make a top now! The clothes I wore when I was a year old witnessed the process of my physical growth.

Object 2: Dancing shoes worn during ballet dancing in the past.

In one of the boxes, I found a bag containing the costumes I used to wear when I practiced ballet. Inside there was a dance dress and several pairs of dancing shoes. I picked up a pair of dancing shoes and took a closer look, and the front part of it was worn out, revealing the inner lining.

I can't help but think that I passed the exams from level 2 to 5 in these shoes, and I have done countless circles and small kicks in them. What's more, I learned to lower my waist by trying on these dancing shoes. Countless times I leaned back, I fell down countless times, I soaked my clothes with sweat countless times, but the final success always made people happy.

The dancing shoes I used to wear when dancing ballet witnessed the process of learning to persevere.

Object 3: A small bag full of things to play around.

Mom dragged out a storage bag containing a small, yellow, handmade bag. When I opened the bag, there were three toy mobile phones, a wallet full of fake money, an address book full of strange names and some random numbers, and a money bag full of "broken silver". After reading this, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly, I don't want to hide from everyone, these things, I was still fiddling with them there in the first semester of sixth grade!

But now, I love martial arts**, and these are left behind by me. This summer I have grown up and taken another step, and this little bag full of playful things has witnessed the process of leaving me childish.

From this collation, I discovered the process of growing up. yes, I've grown up like this!