I am very anxious to write an essay on the topic of "Shenzhen people's dining table". I am anxious to death. . . . . . . . .

Growing Pains

As a young boy, he has few worries and is carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third-grade children singing this song, I always feel in my heart. It's sour...

When I was young, I wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do many things I want to do without having to carry my mother's nagging and father's blame. < /p>

But when I grew up, I had a lot of troubles. When I came home every day, I was confused by a lot of homework. I struggled to write and write, but I couldn’t. I finished my homework today, and there will be more tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish it. I have been studying hard all day at school, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take studying very seriously, I actually hate studying. I find it boring and boring. It's boring and miserable.

I try to be a good child, but my parents say that I have to do the same when I grow up. Three years later, I am facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is so fierce. What should I do if I don’t do well? I worry about it every day, forcing me to do more AB papers and tutorials. Oh, it’s so boring. I have no fun at all! After school, I don’t dare to play or read my favorite books. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to finish my homework. I can only keep my pen squirming on the notebook. When the lights come on, I ride again. I was riding my bicycle on the way home. The classes gradually became more demanding. Whenever I went home to review, I really didn’t know which subject to review, Chinese or English? ? Or...

How I wish I had time to play badminton and watch TV would be my greatest enjoyment. They were jumping around, so I wanted to get involved with them! But while I was playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was not in the mood to play again. I wanted to go back to my childhood and throw away the endless troubles. Be a carefree child again

2

Under the dim desk lamp, I stared at this cup of tea. The impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the taste of tea. The fragrance. The slight sweetness in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy.

Assignment. Too much "difficulty" means less fun, the teacher's seriousness "suppresses" the laughter, and the heavy pressure "creates" us in dreams - growing pains. When we open the heavy book of memories, there are little thoughts. , maybe it’s some past events that I look back tirelessly on.

When I first arrived, I was a fragile person, and the “enemy” took aim at my “weaknesses” and fired hard. I was vulnerable. , sacrificed in the "bloody" field, but I stood up again as a "sleep with the light on the light reading books, dreaming of ringing the bell and reciting poems". During those years, I was confused in the dark, while studying, sometimes. I also find a spot of grass that has not yet withered and turned yellow, sometimes in front of my desk or by the window sill, and watch the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling to emit the last trace of bright green. What trees are those? I have no way of knowing, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. When my eyes return to the trees, my mood suddenly becomes brighter, the pressure disappears, and I turn to the busy study.

It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling.

My hard work has defeated worries and everything, making what seems to be the last trace of bright green also emit the same brilliance as midsummer. "Young people don't know the feeling of being annoyed", but if anyone can relax at this turning point of "mountains and rivers", what is waiting for you is "thousands of miles of swamps and thousands of thorns". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "green mountains and clear waters". Do you really want your worries to turn into a wisp of smoke, entangle your soul, make you bored and distressed?

If growth is a piece of writing, then trouble is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; if growth is a blank piece of paper, then trouble is a flaw on the back. These tiny things seem to be familiar and seem to have been disturbing us. In the nature of growth, the learning that used to be like a breeze caressing the face has been blown away in the depths of memory by the attack of stormy learning and pressure. .

My hands could no longer feel the temperature of the tea, and the mist that filled the room quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "suffering with joy" more carefully, taste the pain of growing up, "worry and worry", time also "goes on", and the experience is "more and more", taste the pain again Tea, the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the heart...

Sometimes, maybe when there is less homework, I feel that learning is more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can’t even breathe. Learning is necessary, otherwise our country’s five thousand years of cultural history will be ruined in our hands. However, we cannot accept knowledge every day. This is a kind of abuse, little one. A young boy with few worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I always feel sour in my heart...

I really don’t want to grow up, How wonderful it is to be a child, so carefree!

I want to return to childhood!

Growing Pains

Growing up is troubled and happy, What's more, I am surrounded by troubled contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a young girl, she should be innocent and full of happiness. However, I am troubled by a double-sided self.

At home, I have to play the role of a good girl. Only outside where my mother is not present is the place where I can truly express myself. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones. It should be. I have some vitality but my mother is so oppressed that I dare not reveal it. This double side of me makes me confused. I always want to be a gentleman again and be myself; but my mother has always been worried about having a daughter like me. Proud. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart...

Every time before going out, my mother always nags: Girls should sit the same way and stand the same way. , can't laugh out loud, say hello when you see an acquaintance... In fact, I have heard all this so well that I almost know it by heart. My mother is just a "routine" and repeats it. But in my opinion, these are just me. The real appearance is covered with a layer of hypocrisy. Only outside, without the restraint of my mother, can I laugh loudly with my classmates, dance to my heart's content, and enjoy the joy of growing up without restraint. When they saw it, they lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and had no rules, but this didn’t stop us from having fun.

What kind of me am I: a good girl of my mother? Teenager? Or the crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don't have to hide myself, I am no longer controlled by adults, I will grow up from now on. At home, I am quiet but not rigid; outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is another two-sided me, but I love this two-sided me.

The pace of my growth is far away. I don’t have troubles, I grow, feel the growth, enjoy the happiness, and enjoy the troubles!

Growing pains

"The sun will go down and it will still come up tomorrow morning, and the flowers will wither. Tomorrow will still be the same, the beautiful bird has gone without a trace, and the bird of my youth has gone and never come back..." "Youth Dance" led my thoughts to the past. Unknowingly, the childish and innocent me has grown up. I entered adolescence.

I don’t know when a few small pimples appeared on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the changes in the "life" of these pimples. . I began to ask my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other anti-acne skin care products, looking forward to the day when the acne would disappear. But one week has passed, two weeks have passed... I have waited for a long time, but the acne still has not improved. Why! Youth is so annoying!

After the holidays, I hope to be independent when I get home and do my own things. Sometimes my parents’ greetings feel like a nagging to me. But when I go back to school and encounter some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness), I feel a strong sense of homesickness, miss my parents, and sometimes cry secretly. I also feel strange. I want to be independent but also very dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth.

The most troubling thing is the temper that even oneself cannot accept. As I grow up, my temper becomes worse and worse.

Often, when discussing or discussing something with my parents, I would talk back when I disagreed. My mother often said to me: "Hey! As I grow up, my temper becomes more and more stubborn. I really can't do anything to you!" After the quarrel, I always thought that I was wrong. As a result, the relationship with my parents is not as close as before.

I have grown a lot since I entered middle school. None of my old clothes fit me, so I have to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to go shopping. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two items that caught my eye, but my mother said that children should not dress too maturely. In the end, I had to buy some big children's clothes. But the shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip will cost a lot of money!

Everyone must go through various tests on the road of growth. Some are worried about their unsatisfactory academic performance, some are worried about their acne, and some feel aggrieved because they cannot get the understanding of their parents... I think this should be the way to grow up

I don’t know Since when did the growing pains come together? For me, who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very close to my heart. Xin Qiji once said: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow." Perhaps it was because of his carefree youth that as history continues to develop, he has left us with more and more troubles.

As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles surrounding me. Most of the things that happened in school were unwilling to be discussed with parents, because as long as they talked, they would talk at length and I was not allowed to interject a word. Moreover, my ears could not stand the incoming and outgoing of so many words, so I did not want to let them. My ears are hurting, so I don’t want to tell my parents! However, I wrote everything I wanted to say in a notebook, that is, a diary every day. After you finish writing, let yourself appreciate it and solve your own problems. It went well at first, but gradually, I felt that the parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them. (Indeed, some of them didn’t want them to know)

That day, when I came home from school, after finishing my homework, I went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that the diary had been moved, and I suddenly became furious. As soon as I thought about it, I knew it must be them. I walked out of the bedroom and asked them loudly if they had read my diary. Instead, they said openly that it was their duty to know everything about me.

I can't stand it anymore, I just want to have my own piece of blue sky, why are you so selfish and take it away, just because you want to understand me? I returned to the room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when we grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel!

Our lives are filled with seven colors of sunshine, but even when the sun shines, there are inevitably brief clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering worries. These troubles come from life, study, and interactions with classmates... However, having troubles is not terrible, the key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let us clean up our troubles together, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams.