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1. I don’t know since when, I have something on my mind. My thin notepad has a small lock. I am more cautious when I speak and do things, and less of the innocence of the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with impulsiveness and others.

I wonder if as people grow older, they have to bear more and more pressure, and things cannot be as simple and smooth as they were when they were young.

As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to the games of the past. Playing house when we were young has long been a stranger to us. The flirting we had when we were children will not change in a hundred years, and it has long become a joke to us. Now we never dare to make any promises to others casually, and everything in the past has long become history. When you suddenly look back, you realize that all this has already gone away from you.

Yesterday I had an quarrel with Yue over a trivial matter. Today I still maintain a "distance" when I meet Yue. I know that if I have a falling out with Yue, it will be impossible for me to fall out like we did when I was a child. You can hold hands and play together. As we grow older, we no longer are childish and innocent, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also increasing day by day. Sometimes when you make a mistake, no matter whose fault it is, you won't apologize to anyone easily. If you have a falling out, it will be difficult to play freely as before. Instead, there will be an added awkwardness between each other. As time goes by, there will be an additional layer of separation. "Time can dilute everything?" But can it dilute the conflicts between Yue and I?

After bidding farewell to Ming in tears today, Ming boarded the train going north, and we have been separated by a world since then. The so-called saying "It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" is only on this occasion of farewell. It is vividly reflected that it is precisely because of the pain of separation that we cherish the togetherness we have now.

As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits. No one will stay too long for an unnecessary station. It is precisely because of our pursuit that no matter how good we are in the past, Friends are now separated. The good ones may become better in the future, but the bad ones may become strangers when we see each other in the future.

In the last monthly exam, Jun won the title of first in the class, his vanity was extremely inflated, and his popularity was "an instant success", while Cheng "won" the title of the last in the class. "Championship", with such results, Cheng didn't shed tears, because he understood that men don't shed tears lightly, and if they want to shed tears, they can only be shed in the heart. As a result, Cheng was demented in class for several days.

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Growing up is like this, there is laughter and crying, joys and sorrows and separation. In the passing years, we have gained and lost too much. Every smile of victory and every cry of grievance have made us understand a lot. In the days when we get together with friends, we learn to be patient, when we are sad and shed tears, we learn to get up, and when we achieve results, we learn to be humble. ``````

Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own. It is a story written with smiles, tears, success and failure as a score.

2. When I was a child, I was innocent and innocent. We also made a lot of jokes. Thinking about it now, the memory is still fresh.

My parents are very busy at work, so I went to kindergarten when I was two and a half years old. At that time, Teacher Hou was in class, but I couldn't listen yet. One day, the children were all drawing, and I was rocking the chair below. The chair swayed and fell over, and I knocked on the corner of the table. My teeth cut a hole in my tongue, and the skin on my lips was scratched, and bright red blood flowed out. There was no way to apply medicine or bandage, so I had to endure it. I didn't shed a single tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten as usual.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother told me to speak when I see people I know. Women who are about the same age as my mother are called "aunties", and women who are about the same age as my grandma are called "grandma"... Another day, the kindergarten was over, and I went to the school where my grandma worked. The teachers gathered around and asked me what I would call them. I opened my eyes wide and saw that some were called "aunt" and some were called "grandma". Teacher Ren came over and asked me what I wanted to call her. I looked at her for a long time and found that she was older than my mother and younger than my grandma. I improvised a name for her, "Grandma". When I called "Grandma", everyone present laughed. To this day I still call her "Grandma".

When I was in first grade, I started learning computers from my grandma. I learned to input Chinese characters, use Word to organize pages, and use Excel to edit various forms. I can also use Word to make a simple electronic tabloid! My greatest pleasure is browsing the Internet. I applied for a free online e-mail and the "Online Composition Textbook for Primary School Students". There are already dozens of my "masterpieces" in the composition text. Recently, the "Changes" I wrote has been published on the "Online Composition for Primary School Students" website.

One day after school before this summer vacation, I was searching for information on the Internet in the computer room of the school. The English teacher (my master, he taught my father, so I call him this) asked me to find middle grade English exercises for him. I quickly searched it using "Baidu". When you open it, you will see that it is a compressed file. First download it to the E drive. After the download is completed, find it and unzip it. The master looked at the topic and said, "Linlin, that's it. Arrange the pages and print them out with a printer." I did as the master said. The teachers who were watching looked at it and said, "This little thing is better than us!" I heard the teachers' praise and I was very proud. But I will never be proud and will continue to work hard.

Childhood is beautiful, splendid and colorful. These things are great memories for me.

In childhood, it was an innocent world. We played and played carefree under the vast blue sky that our parents held up for us. But as we grow older, a series of thoughts make us ponder and make us mature.

Things on growing up

In childhood, it was an innocent world. We played and played carefree under the vast blue sky that our parents held up for us. But as we grow older, a series of thoughts make us ponder and make us mature.

My thoughts are like a bridge leading to the door to maturity. This bridge is full of joy, doubt, anger, sadness...My thoughts are more like difficulties one after another. I have just solved one and want to relax. After taking a breath, there is another worry weighing on my heart, which is difficult to understand.

Everyone has their own worries, and their worries will linger in their hearts for a long time and refuse to leave. I was no exception:

That time, I remember it was a cold winter, and I walked home with a heavy transcript in my hands, disappointed and worried. My grades this time were not ideal. I was worried that I would be severely criticized by my parents when I returned home. I was also afraid that my grades would plummet and I would never be able to do well in the exam again. The trees next to me creaked in the wind, as if they were laughing at my incompetence; the wind roared in my ears, as if they were scolding me for my stupidity; even the stones I usually kicked could not get past me, almost killing me. He broke his mouth and chewed mud. Looking at the distant woods, I feel so small. They all seemed to be laughing at me, taunting me.

When I got home, I handed my report card to my parents. I thought a violent storm had hit me, but I didn’t know that a warm spring breeze blew through my heart. Awakened my perseverance of faith. My mother gently encouraged me not to be discouraged and to study hard in the future. I made a "military order" in front of my mother: I will work hard next time.

In the following days, my grades have remained very stable, and my worries about failing in the exam have disappeared without a trace.

Everyone has a knot in their body, and this knot is the knot in their mind. Let others enlighten us if we cannot solve the knot, and the worries that bother us will stay away from us. Of course, through the experience of our hearts, our path will become steadier.

This morning, I made an appointment with a classmate to play, and the time was limited to eight to twelve o'clock.

At half past seven, I got up early and called my classmates: "I'll be here soon. You can wait for me at the station." After the call, I went to brush my teeth. When brushing my teeth, I thought to myself that since I go out, I must bring money. What if... After I brushed my teeth, I asked my aunt for two hundred yuan: "You give me two hundred yuan. I want to go out with my classmates and invite them to watch a movie." "No, why do you need so much money?" the aunt said with a frown. An idea suddenly came into my mind: Since I don't give it, it seems that the only way is that. So, while my aunt was brushing her teeth, I secretly took two hundred yuan from my mother's bag and put it in the left purse. My aunt said she would take me to the station, and we set off. Just a few steps out of the house, my aunt searched my right purse and asked, "You don't have your mobile phone with you?" This move scared me to the core, but I calmed down immediately. He came down and said, "No," pretending to be nonchalant. I sighed softly and continued walking forward.

When I arrived at the station, I looked around. Unfortunately, my aunt accidentally touched my purse on the left side. I reacted quickly and immediately coughed, but in the end it didn't escape my aunt's ears and I was still discovered. I quickly pretended to admit that I had indeed taken the money, and I had taken one hundred yuan. After saying that, I put my hand into my purse, separated the two hundred yuan rolled together, then crumpled it, pretended to be angry, took out one and gave it to my aunt. Good luck, the other one hundred yuan is still there. My aunt was worried that I had no money, so she gave me seventy yuan. I now have one hundred and seventy.

When we arrived at my classmate’s house, we went out together. As a result, we dropped one hundred yuan on the way to the sales department. My classmate gave me one hundred yuan without hesitation. He said, "Just think of it as my invitation!" I was very touched by this gesture, but I didn't accept it. I said, "No, if I take a hundred yuan home, I'm not asking for it. I can't take it." Give me the money and I'll give it back. Finally, my classmates were convinced by me.

When I got home, my mother didn’t notice that I dropped the money. But as soon as I could catch my breath, my mother said something was wrong. The aunt also answered at this time: "He also took you a hundred yuan today. Mom quickly looked through the bag and found that there were only 800 yuan left in the original 1,000 yuan. It was impossible to lose 200 yuan. Is there only one hundred yuan missing? I panicked and went to the toilet in a hurry. Fortunately, my mother was a careless person and didn't pursue it. But I always avoided her. Talk to her. If my mother finds out that I have changed, I will no longer be able to play with the computer. You know, I am a computer fan!

Although the incident has passed, I still feel that life is like a year, and I feel good. Regret, this will never happen again.

Recently, my tear ducts have been particularly developed and I shed a lot of tears. Let me think about it carefully...

July 5th is my nightmare day, because that is the day when our school classmates go to school to receive their notices.

Although I knew that I did not do well in the history subject, I never expected that I only scored 67 points in history! ! The moment I knew the score, the sky seemed to fall... Because of this, my ranking dropped to fifth in the class, and actually reached 27th in the grade! What will the teacher think of me, and what will my parents think of me when I get home?

I walked home with mixed emotions, and met my mother downstairs who was just about to go out. My mother looked at my report card and didn’t say anything. Also, in my mother's opinion, the subject of history is not very important. What is important is that I do well in Chinese, mathematics, English, and physics. But after all, my mother is a teacher, so she thinks these are normal, but what will my father, who has always been strong, think? I can't imagine...

As I expected, in the afternoon, my father suddenly asked me loudly and angrily: "How many students are there in your class?!" I gradually lowered my head, not daring to say Come out, I know, a storm is coming. "Say it!" Dad seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. I said softly, in a voice that was softer than the sound of a pin falling on the ground: "5." "What's the grade?!" "27." Dad started. He scolded me: "What the hell are you reading!...You let me down so much..." These few words made me cry...the tears flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth, salty , bitter...

In the next few days, my father always treated me coldly. Did I really let my father down? I'm so sad...but what's the use of being sad? ! I tried hard to restrain myself from being sad, but I failed... He is my father! How could I not be sad! I can only work hard to express myself to make up for the mistakes I have made...

"Boom!..." Dark clouds appeared in the sky, and drops of rain fell from the sky. Even God began to fall. Tears?

Suddenly, there was a chill from the corner of my eyes, and a line of clear tears. I don’t know when a clear tear streaked across my cheeks...

Mom, Dad, I’m sorry...

The mind is an elusive thing that cannot be caught and lingers. I often wonder: What is on my mind? No one could give me the answer, and no one understood it.

My mind is like an elusive wanderer. It may not come when it will, but it will slip away quietly. No one can escape it or escape it.

I originally lived every day carefree, but the coming of the midterm exam brought me a lot of worries: my mathematical calculation ability, Chinese reading ability, English listening ability, It all made me uneasy, so I hurriedly reviewed to avoid getting a bad grade.

The actual test paper was not as difficult as I imagined, but I still felt unsure. So I feel restless every day, as if Mrs. Lin lost her mother. Although my parents wouldn't blame me too much, I was still a little scared, afraid that my classmates would laugh at me.

Finally, the day came when the results were released. I didn’t do well in all subjects, but I was able to rank over 500 in my grade and 20th in the class. Although my ranking is still average, I am not satisfied with my results. Although my parents said it doesn't matter and I will work hard next time, I still feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that I shouldn't be like this. This has become something that has been on my mind lately.

My classmate is similar to me. She said that her grades in elementary school have always been good, but this time she did worse than me. I can see that she is very worried. Maybe she Your parents are not as kind as mine. In short, after the midterm exam, everyone in our class was worried, except for those with good grades.

Everyone knows that after the exam, there is always a parent-teacher conference. At this time, the atmosphere was many times more tense than before the test results were known. They were all afraid that during the parent-teacher conference, the teacher would reveal to the parents that he was The situation at school, and then going home and being scolded so hard that I couldn't sleep, it must have been an uncomfortable feeling.

One wave after another, and I was about to escape from the shadow of the exam, and I was surrounded by worries again. This time, it was about the teacher asking me to be the class monitor. When I heard it, I was confused and didn’t know what to do. I wandered home and told my parents, they were all happy for me and even went out of their way to Call grandma. But I don’t think it’s a good thing. I have doubts about myself: Can I succeed?

Because I have no experience as a monitor, I am at a loss and don’t know what to do. After school, I asked the teacher: "Can I do it well?" The teacher's answer was: "No one is born, just work hard." I thought so, so my heart was relieved. I also believe I can do a good job.

People are not afraid of worries, but when you encounter worries, you have to learn to solve them and don't hold them in your heart all the time. If you have a backlog of worries, they will turn into troubles. So we must learn to regulate our mood.

Everyone has experienced or is currently experiencing their own teenage years. Perhaps we can all understand that teenagers do not really want to act mature, but just habitually lead themselves into an imaginary sadness.

Xi Murong - a woman who has never escaped from this imaginary youthful sorrow all her life. "Love/originally has no name/what you wait for before meeting/is its name." A happily married woman wrote such a sweet and sad sentence.

She brought herself into an imaginary sorrow, and looked back at her happiness, "How can I let you meet me/at my most beautiful moment/for this/I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years." At this time, Even the sweet waiting was tinged with a layer of gilded sunset yellow by her imaginary sadness.

Haizi - a poet who died for this kind of boy's imaginary sorrow. "I want to erase all misfortunes/I want to paint all the windows on the earth/so that all the eyes that are accustomed to darkness/are accustomed to light." A young man shrouded in this imaginary sorrow melancholy wrote about the non-existent holy place in his heart . He led himself into imaginary sorrow and looked back at the dilapidated and desolate world in front of him. "The night gave me black eyes/but I used them to look for light." In the end, his painting paper was torn into pieces and hung like colors in the air. Flying like a butterfly, he went to find the colorful dream on his behalf. At this time, even the beautiful hope was stained with the silvery gray of the cold moonlight by this imaginary young man's sorrow.

This imaginary young man’s sorrow makes Sanmao cry in Jiangnan’s arms, makes Haizi run towards the scorching sun in his imagination, and makes Ke Lan, the wind-controller, drink in the green absinthe. He handed over his soul to Satan and let the young people stand in high places and "force themselves to talk about their sorrows in order to compose new words"!

The sorrow of this imaginary young man, the imaginary sorrow of a young man, cannot be explained clearly and cannot be expressed in detail.

This beautiful, imaginary youthful sorrow is a poem, a painting, a song, and a dance, which makes the boy unruly and rebellious, and makes the boy's heart clear.

This beautiful, imaginary youthful sorrow is music, painting, the sea, and the sky. It is the bohemian past of adults and the occasional slight waves in their hearts.

This beautiful, imaginary young man is so sad...