Light years passed, can not help but recall that slowly away 94 years - I was born from an ordinary small city. Unconsciously, I spent my 16-year-old blooming season, vaguely remembering my childhood life. It was a carefree childhood life, and also the most memorable one in my heart.
Time goes on and on, life goes on and on, we also learn to grow up in the passing and running, and it's time to go to school. Like others, I was sent to school and started my study career. From kindergarten to primary school, from primary school to middle school, and then to college life. In these long and short years, I have learned a lot. When I contacted with so many students, I realized my ordinary. But I believe: no matter how weak a candle can light up the darkness, no matter how small a drop of water can also reflect the colorful beauty, no matter how weak a grass can also arouse the hope of spring. I am ordinary, but I also have the beauty that can't be covered - I have the symbol that belongs to me.
I hope never to lose the joy, innocence and vigor of my childhood. In these long ten years, many memories have gone quietly with the erosion of years, only the footprints of growth - the footprints that record your gains and losses, will never be obliterated.
When I was young, I would be overjoyed when I found a coin, because I could finally be the one who found a penny in a children's song. Now, when I grow up, I will also pick up coins on the road, because there is a national emblem on them. It has the national emblem and our national pride.
When I was young, I would raise my hand in class because of a mistake made by the teacher, and I would never stop until the teacher 'surrendered'. Now, even if the teacher made a mistake on the blackboard, I would not interrupt the teacher's lecture, and I would discuss it with the teacher after class.
Growth is like a cup of fragrant tea. The entrance may be very bitter, because we have lost our childishness, the courage to uphold the truth, and the spiritual support to worship. But then you will find the mellow beauty, fragrance and long aftertaste of this tea, because you also get a lot: national pride, quiet and long attitude, never blind rationality, maybe a little paranoid, a mature 'heart of benevolence' & hellip; & hellip;
The content of this page of growth record is pushed by "Sihai reading network" for you pain, but also engraved with joy. Along the footprints of growth, step by step, we move towards maturity and the future. Thanks for the time to accompany me to grow up 450 words, from the babbling child, to the eloquent girl.
Among them, the girl should be most grateful for time. Time spent one day after another with the girl. Time and the girl witnessed the happy moment together. Time watched the girl grow up bit by bit.
When others are disappointed in themselves, it is time that teaches the girl self-confidence; when she gets something, it is time that teaches the girl to cherish it; when she meets the possibility, it is time that teaches the girl to face it bravely. Whether it is material or spiritual, time teaches girls a lot of truth.
Time will never leave the girl, nor leave the girl alone, because time promised the girl to watch her grow up. To go with the girl to see the snow; to count the stars with the girl, to see the meteor, to see the Polaris; to go to the sea with the girl, to see the rough waves, to write down the most beautiful ideal on the beach; to witness all the happiness with the girl.
Maybe one day, when a girl sees that the world is so dark, time will give her light, because time is her all light and her eyes.
Time once told the girl such a sentence: when bored, depressed, helpless, desperate, happy, happy, sad, sad, don't forget to take the pen pole, all the dissatisfaction to vent, all the emotions to pour out, don't hide in the heart, write down with words, when you grow up, take it up to have a look, also some memories.
Those who have missed Don't want to, because can't come back! So don't do things you regret, make a good decision!
Time can't be seen, touched or kept, but time is always a safe haven for girls. Time gives girls too much happiness. Time will never leave girls until they leave time.
Girls love time, time is the light of girls, teach girls a lot of truth.
Thank you, dear time! Stepping into the time of growth 450 words
A page of time quickly turned, I suddenly did not respond; turned around, but found that different.
A year ago, with hope and uneasiness, I stepped into the sixth grade threshold of the new school, which will replace primary school students and become a junior high school student. I will spend four years in junior high school here. On the first day of school, the sun was shining. My mother held my hand until I saw class one and class four of junior high school for the first time. Then I ran alone.
After the first exam. When I stopped, I gasped for breath, and the marks on my hand were finally rewarded. As the third member of my class, I had more friends in an instant. I suddenly realized that if my grades were not good, would all my friends leave me? Winter vacation is coming. I set my goal firmly with shaking hands
'I must be in the top ten because I don't want to lose friends! '
The clock is stuck before the winter vacation when I report for my report card. The monitor shook me half jokingly: 'next time I will surpass you! 'grade six I understand another truth: perhaps the results do not represent the friendship between you and me. Everyone is different from the beginning. Let go of my clenched hand. I won't refuse any sincere friendship any more. Outside the window white snow one after another, but my hot heart will resist this little cold.
The clock pointed the arrow at me. Just 12 years old, I finally turn around a reincarnation. Time is always slow in the middle, but it's fast when you look back. The old wound in my heart is sweet and painful, but I look at the sky, still hold up my pen and write a sentence:
'I don't want to recall the past. Although it's very beautiful, time won't wait for you to feel sorry for yourself. Look, a year has passed. "Sunshine" accompanied me to grow up 550 words, it was still quiet around, the sky was gray blue, the whole earth was still sleeping. All of a sudden, the mountain and the sky connected with the place scattered with a red haze, the scope of the red haze continues to extend and expand. After a while, a small half of the sun finally appeared in front of us. He is like a child in a red hat, climbing up slowly step by step. Although the speed is very slow, but still climb the hill. The sun rose higher and higher, emitting thousands of golden rays. Several white clouds floating in the air were instantly plated with a layer of brilliant Phnom Penh, and then dyed rose. Meanwhile, half of the sky in the East was dyed red, like a large piece of shiny satin. With the rising of the sun, the sun goes through the treetops, shining on small pieces of grass in the forest. The dew on the tree is like a crystal clear pearl, which evaporates and disappears as soon as the sun shines.
The sunshine of nature is dazzling, but the sunshine of life is more beautiful.
Knowledge is my sunshine. Book is the ladder of progress, the blood of dissipation, the flexible life and the endless source. Therefore, reading a good book every day can also be regarded as a kind of fun. While reading, they can draw a lot of knowledge and understand a lot of truth. This knowledge is like a ray of warm sunshine, inexhaustible, inexhaustible. And I, just like a young sapling, need to absorb sunlight to thrive, need to absorb knowledge to learn more.
Smile is my sunshine. Bulgarian philosopher killil Vasiliev once said that the smile of love is like a magic key, which can open the labyrinth of the soul. I stood on the stage of the class, the teacher this sudden problem let me at a loss. Looking around, everyone is looking forward to my answer. But I was more nervous and couldn't say anything. At this time, see friends smile at me, the eyes contain sincerity and encouragement. That smile, like a beam of sunshine, shoots into my heart. My flustered heart slowly calmed down, and then also showed a smile to everyone: I can do it!
Warm sunshine, dazzling sunshine, moist sunshine, through layers of clouds, shining on the earth, but also illuminate our way forward. Youth grows with time. This summer vacation, I live in light years. Monday is still doing the tedious force analysis of physics, and Tuesday is copying the dry and bloated English Notes in class. The remaining three days have passed without words.
The world of mortals is rolling, so is time.
I still remember when I was just in high school, I was so excited that I jumped three feet high and stood happily in the pile of junior high school students. And now, looking at those junior high school graduates walking in the street in high spirits, in our school high school post bar excitedly announced: "I'm in high school! 'I feel like they're little kids, and the corners of their eyes follow.
High school is lonely, that's all I can say.
Nine classes in the daytime and three self-study nights in the evening. You can't be late, you can't skip class, you can't fight, you can't swear, you can't skip class, you can't butt in, you can't even go to the toilet in class. You can read novels, play mobile phones, escape exercises, and fall in love secretly, but you are lucky to be caught by the teacher, and at least get criticized.
In the first year of senior high school, I entered the experimental class, which is recognized as a good class by the whole school. I am very lucky to witness the spectacle that few people go out after class. All good students will be sad for one or two points, and ashamed for the same level of achievement. I sit in the position of poor students and watch them write test questions page by page. I feel that the air is thin and sad in the next second, telling myself that I am lonely.
Guo Jingming said that friendship is our bet. For the sake of the college entrance examination, we can throw anything out. I struggled in his words for a year, held several people's hands tightly, just raised my head, and then fell down again.
Now junior high school and senior high school are like a hazy story. They have lost their literary bones, leaving only the concept of naked hatred and cruelty. I sometimes hope I don't remember anything.
Most of the time, when I ride to school after dinner, I can see the beautiful sunset and the complicated evening photos. I told Ling Xue that I like to see the sunset, because the town seems to stretch out the finger of God, layer by layer, wrapping all my sadness.
In such days, a little bit to inferiority, to cover up the results, to cover up my whole world. My warmth in the edge of the results ups and downs, all the sadness, I bend the corner of my mouth, tell myself, you have to be very happy, even if you pretend to be very happy.
So all people think that I am very happy, I really think that I am very happy.
I often go to listen to some old songs of Liu Ruoying, to mourn a period of old time, and to recall some dear people who lost in some distance. Many times we tell ourselves that we didn't go too far yesterday, but when we look back, we are already standing tomorrow. We just don't know