Review growth
Growing up, I was full of joy, smile, confidence and success, but also full of anxiety, helplessness, pain and impatience. With the passage of time, I have not only grown taller, but also gained more and more knowledge under the guidance of my school teachers.
I have been a naughty egg since I was a child. Since Yiya entered the school, she has her own class. In class, I am often a minor preserved egg, and many things make the teacher unhappy, but I am lively, cheerful and good at thinking, which makes me a partner that children want to associate with. This is me when I was a child.
Growing up, I was a doormat. At school, I often hear complaints from my classmates, especially at noon. Whenever I see the teacher asking me to copy my homework on the blackboard, I will hear my classmates shouting and cursing. I was helpless because the teacher forced us to copy homework questions. Because I was not good at words, my classmates gave me a dirty look, so I had to admit it. For the homework assigned by the teacher, I worked hard and didn't say a word, just to finish the homework. I have to do my homework in every class on Sunday night, often until ten o'clock in the morning. This is me who is tired of homework.
Growing up, I was a bad boy loved by teachers. With the growth of my grade, my thinking became active, so I became an active member in my class. In class, I sometimes speak actively and get good grades. Learning was fun (in the past). This is the old me.
Among thousands of students, I experienced a bittersweet scene in the process of growing up. Let's study hard in the journey of growth, don't lose ourselves, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and strive to realize our dreams! !
Review growth
Throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wheels of the years slowly pass by, leaving deep and shallow traces. Life is like a long road. We left rows of footprints on the road. Look back and see what you experienced when you grew up!
Open the door of landscape memory painting, and the pearl-like childhood and lotus-like memory are connected in series to form a golden childhood. Walking on the golden beach, leaving deep and shallow footprints. It records the bits and pieces of growth.
Unconsciously, we stepped into the threshold of junior high school, and after the baptism of rain, our faces looked a little mature. It seems that he is no longer the child who is afraid of injections; No more questions? Meteor? Like a child!
When we gently knocked on the door of growth and walked out of childhood, the light quietly passed away, when childhood slowly faded away, and when we first walked out of the local area, all this brought us unprecedented joy!
Today, I am no longer that immature child. When I faced the mirror, I suddenly found that I had grown so tall. When twelve colored candles were lit quietly on the cake, I found that I had grown up!
Twelve years old, a poetic age; Twelve years old, a mature age; Twelve years old, a long age towards a new history; Twelve years old, a sunny age!
Looking back on the past and facing up to the present, we are growing up bit by bit!
Take a look back
Growing up, I belong to the kind of child who likes to haunt his mother's skirts, because my father is very strict, especially to me.
As far as I can remember, my father and I never seem to communicate. Every time he asks me something, I mostly use:? Maybe it is. ? ,? I don't know. ? Deal with similar things. Father and daughter have been getting along so calmly.
I went to the bookstore with my father that day, and the car shuttled back and forth in the street, which was very crowded. My father rode alone in front, and I followed slowly, keeping my distance from my father. Inadvertently, I found that every once in a while, my father would turn his head to see me riding behind. My father turned around frequently, which embarrassed me. Concerned eyes showed my father's love, but I was very uncomfortable. So, I quietly accelerated and surpassed my father.
I'm glad that my father doesn't have to think about the past so hard anymore.