Is it Jacky Cheung’s?

It means that there will be many worries in life: love, work, etc. If you get stuck in it, your world will be very depressing and you will be unable to extricate yourself. It's better to be free and easy and don't bother yourself.

So the whole song is quite light, and I like the lyrics very much. When I am in a bad mood, I can go to KTV and sing this song to vent my worries.

Write about my growing up In the process, I have a real feeling of happiness and troubles.

Here is an online article for your reference: The Joy and Trouble of Growing Up The years of growing up are like running water, coming and going in a hurry.

Before you know it, another year has come around.

I believe that every child like me is accompanied by many joys and troubles in the process of growing up.

Happiness and trouble are always two twin brothers who are inseparable and dependent on each other.

Almost all people do not want troubles to stay around. They long for happiness, hope they will never have troubles, and hope that happiness will always be with them.

But real life is not satisfactory.

Therefore, some people feel that there is no happiness in the world, that fate is always playing tricks on them, and that the worries in their minds prevent them from imagining what happiness looks like.

But I think that since the Creator has created the two poles of things: light and darkness, black and white, justice and evil... then only the coexistence of happiness and trouble is a regretless growth experience.

Have you missed the joy of growing up? A year passed in a hurry, and when the clock struck zero, I grew up again.

Trying to count the happy things in the past year, I really couldn’t remember them at first.

Think more carefully? Got it! Participating in the school sports meeting is so fun! The school organized an autumn outing and we had so much fun! We also went to see a concert, it was so exciting! Also, every time I do homework, I always do it twice as fast as other students. Before others have finished, I am already reading extracurricular books! Also, when you win a prize in a competition; when you make new friends; when you receive a gift on a holiday... you don’t know if you don’t think about it, but you will be shocked when you look back! In just one year, so many shining stars have been added to my growth record.

This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned through "learning the sea and working hard", nor is it the problem-solving ideas that can be understood from the Olympic mathematics competition questions, this is as sweet as candy. of happiness.

In addition, I have the stubbornness to refuse to admit defeat, and the occasional naughty rebelliousness. As I grow up, I vigorously catch up with the pace of growth and hold on to the bright years.

Thinking of this, I chuckled. It turns out that the joy of growing up has not escaped, and I have captured it all.

At this point, I was as satisfied as if I had gotten candy, and I couldn’t wait to move on to the next goal.

Are the pains of growing up a joy or a worry? Everything has shortcomings, and it is these flaws that create real perfection, and it is worries that make the originally colorful growth path more gorgeous.

Growing up means saying goodbye to the past and everything I miss and can’t let go of.

The memories of childhood are endless, and everything makes us happy and moved.

Dolls, ice cream, carousels, these beautiful things will be left behind us as we grow up.

Suddenly I woke up from my dream, crying for my mother.

My mother said that when I grow up, I need to be independent and can no longer rely on others.

My friends grew up with me, and I found that they didn’t understand me less and less, and often said bad things about me; my teachers didn’t care about me as much as before, but they had more and more questions. I don't understand...I've been through a lot of things that I'm afraid of, things that I hate, and I don't understand why so many people are against me.

I have countless troubles, and I can’t explain them all, but it is these troubles that have taught me the knowledge that happiness cannot give me: strength, understanding, tolerance... It is like a cup of tea. It is bitter when you taste it, but the aftertaste is endless.

The pace of growth continues, it cannot turn back, and there is no need to turn back.

Only by understanding that you cannot grow up a second time can you grow up well and live up to the past few years.

Whether it is happiness or trouble, they are all like the nectar of the soul, irrigating my growth, and the nutrition I need. My Troubles: A 400-word essay

"My Troubles" Everyone has troubles. This is true.

In school, I am as happy as a little angel, but sometimes I cry because of a certain classmate.

At home, my strict mother was nagging in my ears all day long, either telling me to do this set of papers or that book of exercises.

As time goes by, I have changed from a first-grade primary school student to a sixth-grade student.

Those troubles came to me one after another, as if they were scheduled.

"Fang Fang! Why didn't you do your homework?" My mother stood in front of me and shouted.

His sharp eyes stared at me.

What I expected happened.

I was silent for a while, my brain searching for excuses to escape.

"Fangfang, did you hear that?" Mom shouted again, raising her voice.

Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, tilted my eyes at the wall clock, and said with a playful smile: "It's already half past nine, it's time to go to bed, let's make up for it tomorrow.

"My mother's lips twitched slightly, and she said a few words: "I don't care, you have to make up for it tonight, and add another one." I couldn't help but listen to this heavy additional homework. Sticking out his tongue.

I had no choice but to take out the pen and start working.

I looked at the group photo in front of the desk, thinking of the happy times with my friends, and smiled bitterly: "'Little Angel' is not happy today!" It turns out that I am a happy little angel. The bird is now like a pigeon in a cage. I hope one day I can break out of the "cage" and spread my wings freely in the blue sky.

"My Troubles" The food is ready and the meal is about to begin. I found that there is a trace of sweetness and a trace of sour love in this dish, which is everywhere.

In class, there is the love of classmates; in school, there is the love of teachers; outside, there is the love of friends; and at home, there is the love of parents.

The love of parents is selfless and eternal.

I remember that time when it got dark and my mother was cooking, I helped her take care of some small things.

Dad suddenly said: "Cheng Cheng, you seem to have grown a lot taller. You are almost the same as your mother." I proudly stood next to my mother, stood up straight and said, "Mom, You have to work hard to eat, otherwise I will catch you soon," I said with a smile.

Inadvertently, a thin, white hair passed by my eyes, and I took a quick look.

Suddenly, the smile on his face faded.

That’s my mother’s white hair.

At this time, my father, who had just gotten off work, was squatting at the door eating apples hungrily.

I turned my head, and he also had strands of silver hair on his head.

I thought, what is contained in these strands of white hair? There are your expectations, your hard work, and your love hidden there.

My mother washes and cooks for me every day, and my father works hard all day long to send me to school. You have paid so much for me.

And me, what did I give you? I just added endless troubles and countless fatigue to you.

Your love for me has brought me endless joy, endless warmth, and endless sunshine, but it also brings endless guilt, and that guilt can never be erased in my life.

It is said that time can take away everything. Yes, it has taken away many of my childhood memories and many of my previous worries, but it cannot take away the love of my parents, let alone the love of my parents. Talking about the guilt in my heart, that sunshine and guilt have taken root deep in my heart.

The food is ready and the meal is about to begin. I found that there is a hint of sweetness and a hint of sourness in this dish.

"My Troubles" A little boy rarely worries, carefree and happy..." Whenever I hear third grade children singing this song, I always feel sour in my heart... 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 bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.

But when I grow up, I really want to do it.

As I grew up, my homework gradually increased like a mountain.

After school, I didn’t dare to play and see myself. My favorite book, I was afraid that I would not be able to finish my homework, so I could only keep my pen moving on the notebook. When the lights came on, I was riding my bicycle on the way home.

The course was also over. It gradually became more and more difficult.

Every time I go home to review, I look at a lot of books and really don’t know which subject I should review, Chinese? Or... I wonder. If you have time, go play badminton and watch TV for a while.

Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I feel like it. How I want to get along with them! But while I was playing, I thought of my poor homework again, and I was not in the mood to play again.

How I wanted to go back to my childhood and throw away those endless worries. Be a carefree child again.

"My Troubles" grows up - troubled and happy, but more importantly, it is surrounded by troubled contradictions.

For a girl who is about to become a young girl, she should be innocent and full of joy.

However, I am troubled by a double-faced me.

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. , the vitality I should have was suppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it.

This double side of me confuses me. I always want to be a gentleman again and be myself; but my mother does not. I have always been proud of having a daughter like me.

However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart... Every time before going out, my mother always nags: Girls must sit down. You must sit and stand in the same way, you must not laugh loudly, and you must 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 a layer of hypocrisy on my real appearance.

Only on the outside

There is no restriction from my mother. , I can laugh loudly with my classmates, dance as much as I want, sing as I like... and enjoy the joy of growing up without restraint.

Even though passers-by on the street saw us and lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and had no rules. .

But these cannot stop us, we are still having our fun.

What am I: my mother’s good girl? Dynamic teenager? Or is she the crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am, I don’t have to hide who I am, I am a dynamic teenager.

I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up.

From now on, no, from now on, at home, I will be quiet but not rigid; outside, I will be energetic but not crazy.

This is another double-sided me, but, I love... A 300-word composition to welcome the 19th Party of China

Growing Pains 1 I don’t know when to start growing up The troubles are combined together. For me who have a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very friendly.

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 them don’t want to talk to their parents about things that happen in school, because as long as they talk, they will talk at length and I’m not allowed to interject a word, and my ears can’t stand so many words. In and out, so I don’t want to let my ears suffer, 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, 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. I was 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, eliminate them, and mature with colorful dreams.

Growing Pains 2 Growth is like a small boat in my life, sailing on the surface of the waves.

Sometimes the weather is calm, and sometimes there are rough waves.

But my journey of growth has not been smooth sailing, and I have experienced various ups and downs.

For me, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, everything is there.

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 something like "You have grown up!" or something like "You are no longer a child!" It makes my head hurt.

No matter what I do now, I must first recognize the "compass needle" and have principles in mind. I cannot finish it carelessly or treat it carelessly. If there is a slight mistake, I will be punished at any time. Invite a blizzard.

I recall how easy, carefree, and free life was when I was young, with no worries around me.

But as the years went by, the waves ahead became bigger and the sea became more rough. I became a primary school student, and the me of the past was gone.

I am taller, go to school longer, have more homework at home, and study more subjects. I carry a heavier schoolbag on my shoulders, and the pressure in my heart continues to increase.

If I was young, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, and my parents would be my "guides".

But now that I have grown up and become sensible, I have to adapt to being independent. I have to be cautious and think twice before I act.

Compared with the leisurely and comfortable days of childhood, this has gradually widened the distance.

When I was young, as a child, although I lived a more comfortable life, I was always restricted by my elders and others. When I walked, my parents helped me; when I fell, my parents helped me. With.

But I know that when I grow up, I become an adult, which is different from when I was a child.

Just like me now, I am gradually growing up and I already have my own opinions on everything.

Sunshine always comes after the storm. How can we succeed without going through the storm? Although the boat of my growth is sailing unsteadily, there are calm waves and turbulent waves, but it is also all kinds of stormy waves that allow me to learn a lot and exercise a lot.

Through my journey of growth, I truly understand that there are certain troubles in growing up, but there is more happiness.

Growing Pains 3 Is learning happy? Is it tiring? Yes, when you achieve satisfactory results and when you feel that the learning content is easy, learning is naturally happy.

But when you feel disgusted with studying, when a "Cheng Yaojin" appears in your homework, and several "blockers" appear, it is undeniable that studying is tiring.

So, is learning happy or tiring? This is my trouble, a trouble that has been stored in my heart for a long time.

Sometimes, I feel that learning is happy and carefree.

When I first entered junior high school, the content was relatively easy to learn. As long as you were careful and took a few clicks, you would be fine without any effort, and the quality was relatively high.

The faster you do your homework, the more time you have after class.

At that time, we were like birds escaping from the cage, getting rid of the shackles of the fence, flying freely in the vast silver-free sky, doing whatever we wanted. It felt so good.

Studying is sometimes tiring: analyzing questions and doing various test papers---it makes me dizzy and my whole body feels hot. I sometimes think: What is studying for? Why should I study? What are the benefits of studying? At that time, although I knew I was very stupid, I was really tired and wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights.

When it comes to "play", it is thousands of miles apart. It is like a camel entering the henhouse and disappearing.

However, justice will eventually defeat evil.

The nonsense in my mind will immediately be thrown out of the sky and disappear without a trace.

Sometimes, the whole day’s classes are extremely relaxing: What art! Sports! Music! All are my favorite.

At that time, learning was happy.

Sometimes, the day's classes are either Chinese, mathematics, or biology. Even if I am in a good mood that day, when I am disturbed by this group of "troublemakers", I completely change into a different person: my face turns red, my brows He frowned tightly, pursed his mouth slightly, and kept grabbing his hair with his hands. He looked expressionless and spiritless, and when he smiled, it was only a superficial smile...

Childhood is a The song is melodious, sometimes like the rustling of leaves, full of joy; sometimes like the gurgling stream, like tears. This colorful song is life.

"Happy Theme" When I was a child, I was like an omnipotent princess, like a silly and stupid child.

Now let you listen to my embarrassing stories! I was only four years old at the time and was in middle school. Once, the teacher said: "You are the flowers of the motherland. You can only grow by 'watering' and 'fertilizing'."

"I didn't understand what the teacher said, but I, the "obedient and good boy", took action: I first moved a large flowerpot to the balcony and removed the plants inside. I dug a big hole in the soil with a small shovel, took off my shoes, stood in it, watered it, and fertilized it, but I stood there all morning, until my mother came home, and she "saved me out of laughter and tears."

"Depressing Interlude" "Little boy, I have so many worries, I go out early and come back late, how hard it is..." I sang my "Song of Worries" in a low voice on the way home.

I can no longer play as carefree as I did when I was a child.

When I am in fifth grade, I know very well what I should and should not do now.

On the day of the midterm exam, I finished my homework and was about to watch TV and relax. My mother "floated" over like a phantom and turned off the TV... You can imagine what happened next.

Childhood is a song, colorful and ever-changing. I want to use colorful colors to give the most beautiful blueprint...

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